Party's here tonight! Everyone invited!!!

The events are not described in the chronological order as I don’t remember really what happened after what or before what else. The time order is not really that relevant.

The come up was very different from my “usual” ones. I felt very relaxed and although enjoyed space on the sofa I also didn’t mind cuddling Tastyweat. I wanted him to have a nice come up since the last two weren’t particularly great. The music wasn’t putting me in any particular mood; just was there. Quite few times I felt the need to change it even though I quite enjoyed it; it definitely didn’t feel like the need to change the music came from within me. I as was coming up I could hear louder and stronger sound as I knew that someone wanted to connect and was dialling in. Very soon I have realised that we both have came up into a bubble of shared consciousness. I knew that everyone was here, they liked how we prepared for the trip and enjoyed it. I’ve had glimpses of ideas –to quick to remember, they came from different influences, some of them were quite human, like Indian and none of them was mine. The way the room was morphing was different too – pale, pink and lilac colours, smooth shapes were definitely not mine. The room was going crazy especially in one corner, where according to Sproggy is a tear. The tapestry was moving around as if somebody stood behind it and was shaking it in the corners of our eyes. Whenever we looked at it the tapestry was barely moving as if nothing happened. I wondered how many of the spirits were here and had a vision of numerous, colourful spheres emitting bright streams of light in different directions and knew there were numbers of them I couldn’t imagine and that they were all familiar. We have met before. I told Tastyweat that what was happening wasn’t done by me; that we’re not alone and that they, the spirits, liked how we prepared and enjoyed the ride.

I must have drifted off at some point for a short while but I don’t remember whether I have and where I was. I do remember though us being very amused lounging on the sofa and watching wallpapers on the telly. Our guests were playing with them adding sparkliness, making them more 3dimensional, pulling the elements out from the wallpapers into the middle of the room. They were showing off a little but wanted to make our night even better. We changed the music a while ago to happy trance, which was very well coordinated with the wallpapers. I knew that this night wasn’t a coincidence and that it was planned for us. It was one of many possibilities that could have happened but didn’t have to. I told Tastyweat that but he struggled with understanding the concept that the trip was both planned and just a possibility. Not sure why...

I had huge munchies for cheesy, savoury snacks. I never have munchies so early in the trip so this felt unusual too. In spite of this the cheesy twists tasted great. Tastyweat kept either disappearing spiritually in the void or physically in the toilet. On one of his trips to the toilet I could hear someone asking if I was OK. Of course I was. The being was awfully familiar; like a bigger, better much improved version of me – a deity in a sense that she is, where I haven’t got yet. It made sense. I asked if Sproggy was there and instantly knew that he was just like many others tonight. I was trying to make sense out of this meeting. When I ventured a guess whether she was me I got an affirmative answer although this was not entirely accurate, just easier to comprehend. And I heard my giggle. She giggled not me. I couldn’t see her just a dark blue everything with little sparkliness. And I got a glimpse of her blond, slightly ginger hair but that’s it. I knew that I’ve met my deity. At that moment Tastyweat came back into the room so I shared with him what happened.

We cuddled and at one moment I felt the need to be protective over Tastyweat for no apparent reason. Through the night I haven’t had a single negative feeling so this has surprised me a little. Some of the spirits were slightly unimpressed.

They played more with wallpapers, again to show off but pretty much showing me “This is what you can do” and encouraging to join in. I have done some amazing stuff to the wallpapers like displaying them in 3D in the middle of the room, adding extra colours, brightness etc.

During one of my alone-on-the-sofa moments I started zipping through timeliness – different events were being reassembled over and over in different orders and always making sense. When Tastyweat came back to the room I told him that someone played with me like I played with him on the previous trip and that it definitely wasn’t him playing with me. Although I had my doubts and sometimes thought that he indeed played with me, except he wasn’t. It was my twin spirit, the deity that was playing with me and showing how it was being done in the same time.

At some point Tastyweat told me that a very powerful being was wandering around the house and first pulled him into the kitchen, where it was circling him and then dragged him into the living room before it disappeared into me. We tried to talk more about what was happening but Tastyweat seemed to be a bit confused by my, simple I thought, explanations so we just kept staring at each other – Tastyweat trying to get into my mind to understand and me waiting for him to acknowledge that he understood me.

Somehow something prompted me to mention The Word. It has a sound, feeling, it’s gloopy, begins with letter “m” and I can only remember how it sounds when N, our cat, trips with me whilst sucking on my fingers. The Word is the name for his experience. Tastyweat realised that it was the same word that buggered him for weeks but couldn’t understand, what it meant, where it came from etc. I laughed quite a lot when I heard it.

Tastyweat tried to play with the visuals figure out how to do it and how I do it. I replied “I don’t know, I just think it”. I showed off a little but not much as my abilities on this end weren’t very strong. I could see different shapes, colours, shades, changes to light but it wasn’t my thinking. It felt like we’re the ones to enjoy the party and the show rather than go anywhere. It turned out that it was me that wasn’t mean to bugger off in the void; Tastyweat had quite a journey.

The come down was quite slow and relaxing. We put some silly stuff on the telly to watch and to drift off to sleep and so we did.

 

Ooooh... nice one Mr. Writer - I LIKE that :sunny:

Very good representation.

 

I've had three experiences with what can only sort of be described by as spirits; all three were on disgustingly high doses (twice with LSD, once with mushrooms) and all three were horrific, two of them not so unlike what one would imagine as 'demonic possession'. I'm certain I spoke of these years ago on these forums, under my old name; I don't recall anybody touching the subject in their responses. It is difficult for me both to believe that they were external, conscious entities which normally are not perceived, and also that they were elaborate hallucinations; what actually happened is baffling and obscure, and directly challenges my world-view, which tends to try and organize this kind of phenomena.

 

This one was my first encounter that I can remember. Possibly I had more like that in my previous trips. It was not horiffic at all. It really felt like they enjoyed the ride. And the dose was surprisingly small, 200-250um maybe... And they all were familiar.
I am more than certain though that when I went very protective over Tastyweat his grandfather turned up...