Raw Evil
Bluelighter
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- Aug 3, 2004
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I think I kind-of understand the "tapping into a hive mind" concept. I can relate it to my own experience, metaphorically if not directly.No no, it doesn't trivialize it at all. I firmly believe in aliens and am not scared of them when I'm sober, but these were more like cosmic insect murder machines. Like if you could imagine tapping into he hive mind of a race of interdemensional assasin bugs. Very very scary stuff.
Well, I guess that leaves you with two choices: either stop tripping, or find a way to confront these entities. You mentioned before that they're speaking to you, using emotion as a sort of proto-language; have you made any headway decoding meaning from what you've felt? Do they "speak" directly to you when you hide from them, or only in general?I've tried to interpret the trip many many times over the last year but I still can't make any sense of it. It wasn't like ego death, where you feel something from within. It was an external experience, I could see their ship and their drones scouting out my house and neighborhood. It makes no sense. I was too afraid to confront them during the trip, for fear of bein killed or integrated into the hive. I got visions of the aliens and I could hear women being tortured. Not just in the back of my head, the voices were screaming. Idk it seems past ego death, this was more like body death.
Please. This story is an urban legend. It's always a minimum of two degrees of separation (friend of a friend, or further). And, of course, these stories always end with the person either being committed, or mutilating their body somehow (peeling off skin, staring into the sun, etc). The pattern is obvious. Don't repeat this tripe, for all our sakes.I don't have time to read through this on my phone, but I will share a brief story. My good friend had a friend quite a few years ago that sold LSD. He kept a vial on him. Well, quite idiotically, he kept it in his pocket. As you can already guess, the filled vial broke in his pocket unbeknownst to him. This was some pretty potent stuff. By the time he realized it had broken in his pocket, it was too late, and he was near peak. He was striken with panic. Needless to say, he basically had a psychotic breakdown, destroyed his home, and had to be put in a psych ward for some many years after this. My friend said that once he got out, he was never the same person.
It sure is. Welcome to BL, we hope you enjoy the ride :DThis is the purpose.