by professorpan » Wed May 04, 2005 2:54 pm
The night of the sleep paralysis incident, I eventually fell back asleep, but only after what seemed like an eternity of terror. The morning that I discovered the handprint I was very freaked out. My then-girlfriend just dismissed it -- although I showed her that my hand didn't fit the print, she refused to discuss it.<br><br>Yes, I also believe that DMT is a chemical key to certain doorways. A large percentage of DMT trips (smoked or via ayahuasca) feature contact with entities. Terence McKenna popularized the phenomenon, and Rick Strassman's studies in New Mexico documented their high frequency of contact experiences.<br><br>A chapter of Strassman's "DMT: The Spirit Molecule" can be found here (PDF):<br><br><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK START--><a href="http://www.rickstrassman.com/dmt/samplechapter.html">www.rickstrassman.com/dmt...apter.html</a><!--EZCODE AUTOLINK END--><br><br>A few excerpts:<br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>When reviewing my bedside notes, I continually feel surprise<br>in seeing how many of our volunteers “made contact” with<br>“them,” or other beings. At least half did so in one form or<br>another. Research subjects used expressions like “entities,”<br>“beings,” “aliens,” “guides,” and “helpers” to describe them.<br>The “life-forms” looked like clowns, reptiles, mantises, bees,<br>spiders, cacti, and stick figures. It still is startling to see my<br>written records of comments like, “There were these beings,”<br>“I was being led,” “They were on me fast.” It’s as if my mind<br>refuses to accept what’s there in black and white.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>---<br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Therefore, I was neither intellectually nor emotionally prepared<br>for the frequency with which contact with beings occurred<br>in our studies, nor the often utterly bizarre nature of<br>these experiences. Neither, it seemed, were many of the volunteers—<br>even those who had smoked DMT previously. Also<br>surprising were the common themes of what these beings<br>were doing with so many of our volunteers: manipulating,<br>communicating, showing, helping, questioning. It was definitely<br>a two-way street.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>--<br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>“There is a sinister backdrop, an alien-type, insectoid, not-quite-<br>pleasant side of this, isn’t there? It’s not a ‘we’re-going to<br>get-you-motherfucker.’ It’s more like being possessed.<br>During the experience there is sense of someone, or something<br>else, there taking control. It’s like you have to defend yourself against <br>them, whoever they are, but they certainlyare there. I’m aware of them <br>and they’re aware of me. It’s like they have an agenda. It’s like walking <br>into a different neighborhood. You’re really not quite sure what the culture is. <br>It’s got such a distinct flavor, the reptilian being or beings that<br>are present.”<br><br>“How about the scary element?” I asked. “What’s the worst<br>they could do if they are unleashed with access to you?”<br><br>“That’s what it’s about. It’s the sense of the possibility that’s<br>so strange.”<br></em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br>--<br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>There are surprising and remarkable consistencies among<br>volunteers’ reports of contact with nonmaterial beings.<br>Sound and vibration build until the scene almost explosively<br>shifts to an “alien” realm. Volunteers find themselves on a<br>bed or in a landing bay, research environment, or high-technology<br>room. The highly intelligent beings of this “other”<br>world are interested in the subject, seemingly ready for his<br>or her arrival and wasting no time in “getting to work.” There<br>might be one particular being clearly in charge, directing the<br>others. Volunteers frequently comment about the emotional<br>quality of the relationships: loving, caring, or professionally<br>detached. Their “business” appeared to be testing, examining, <br>probing, and even modifying the volunteer’s mind and body.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>--<br><br>End excerpts.<br><br>For me, this research is the cutting edge of contact, although it's regularly dismissed by mainstream Ufology. There is no denying the perceived reality of the experience once you've been inside the "dome" (as many have termed the DMT space). In my own experience, I was incredibly lucid and alert, but distinctly somewhere else -- a dome-like, self-illuminated structure. I felt the presence of other beings, though I couldn't see them. I think I didn't smoke enough material to break through, however -- I distinctly felt like I was "almost there." Even so, it was reality-shattering.<br><br>A friend of mine had a very typical experience that made him swear off the stuff. He was examined by an insectoid being and was plugged into a machine, which downloaded an overwhelming amount of information into him. His experience was far from benign, and he said the intelligence orchestrating the experience viewed him as we would view a fly. <p></p><i></i>