tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.comments2024-02-28T19:15:30.217-05:00Divinorum PsychonauticusErich Kuerstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-18982909912528478572023-01-07T19:25:18.528-05:002023-01-07T19:25:18.528-05:00There are certainly quite a lot of particulars lik...There are certainly quite a lot of particulars like that to take into consideration. That may be a great point to deliver up. I supply the thoughts above as general inspiration however clearly there are questions just like the one you convey up where a very powerful thing will probably be working in trustworthy good faith. I don?t know if finest practices have emerged round things like that, however I'm certain that your job is clearly identified as a good game. Each boys and girls really feel the influence of only a second’s pleasure, for the remainder of their lives. <br />https://baoly.ru/86 - новости в мире за последнюю неделю без политикиAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-41923863546790252782023-01-07T18:07:12.954-05:002023-01-07T18:07:12.954-05:00very nice post, i actually love this web site, car...very nice post, i actually love this web site, carry on it <br />https://baoly.ru/lkopiu - дела в мире без политикиAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-23841181175123126752019-05-20T23:55:09.859-04:002019-05-20T23:55:09.859-04:00I have come back and finish reading but I like wha...I have come back and finish reading but I like what I'm reading so far about the art and the matrix . Hell yeah . Um let's see her oh I'm reward u for doing a good job with two secrets of my own #1. You see the different Galaxy's out there well that's what God looks like. We can't see our Galaxy because we're in it but God is similar to the spiral Galaxy's. There is only one God because He controls everything that happens here the others don't control what happens here. He our oOne true God but he is not alone. And#2 pistachios is what you seek for curing you erection issue bud not pumpkin seeds. And your welcome my friend .Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17683994389976406385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-53626637274043865392017-08-08T17:04:05.759-04:002017-08-08T17:04:05.759-04:00unfortunately; the case for alien contact is an ex...unfortunately; the case for alien contact is an extremely poor one.partly because; the human body is one of the most disease ridden things in the whole known universe; and the planet earth a haven for every kind of carbon based micro-organism with infectious potential as well. beings from another planet contacting us? its certain what would happen if they tried: within a years time there wouldnt be enough of them left alive to bury their dead. we; would be deadly to each other. any intelligent life form in the cosmos would most certainly encounter this issue. its far easier to send mathematically based radio wave signals than it is to send a spaceship with a crew.--if i were to offer an explanation of whats happening it would be this: the human race is entering another phase in its evolution. a new kind of human being has appeared due to a random mutation in the worldwide gene pool. and the current species of homo sapiens is being superceded and absorbed. such a thing has happened many times in the long history of life on earth.-including the human race. evolution is always at work wether we are aware of it or not. humanity as a whole is has only exsisted for a very short time. --i would like to contact one of these people and speak with them myself. i wonder--would they consent trust me and meet me in person? i have much to discuss!barry r vronaynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-76350760697819988442017-07-21T12:31:22.205-04:002017-07-21T12:31:22.205-04:00Hey thanks !I Never even heard of Omnec Onec
awes...Hey thanks !I Never even heard of Omnec Onec <br />awesome stuff! Erich Kuerstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-33035775254027278822017-07-21T11:17:59.494-04:002017-07-21T11:17:59.494-04:00yeah billy mier sure looks like the wrong guy to b...yeah billy mier sure looks like the wrong guy to be a contact for highly civilized pledians but he was a pledian in past life.nomatter ,omnec onec and valiant thor are the most definitive venutians to date.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-84415940156282194272017-05-31T22:53:35.745-04:002017-05-31T22:53:35.745-04:00Actually your wrong, they want to help the human r...Actually your wrong, they want to help the human race, little do you know they been here for a Very long time, and they can live for a VERY LONG TIME they what to help us over come, OUR OWN GOVERNMENT which I can't believe I'm saying this, Trump is not a one but my beloved Obama is.. ugh sickening... Draco's and reptilians, are what you need to be worried about, Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08808862028682295399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-79990878500647236192017-05-31T22:48:42.229-04:002017-05-31T22:48:42.229-04:00You know ignorance is a choice, no one is paranoid...You know ignorance is a choice, no one is paranoid, if you ask me your just so cliche, who wants to live life like this, not really knowing what's going on, having to just stupid up and sit down and go to work, I'm tired of not having answers so you obviously find this interesting to the reason why your even posting it. Your not fooling anyone, you so don't want this to be real, but you feel that things aren't what they seem so your doing research but your afraid to tell people your a actual believer, you don't want to seem "crazy" I'm not crazy, I'm wise and we been lied to for over 6000 years, well if that scares you how about this: your moon is not your moon, and this planet is the Draco's Laboratory... And everything you learned in school or go to school for is fucking useless... But, I'm paranoid.. Actual I sleep very well at night!! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08808862028682295399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-1184376193146753652017-04-28T18:55:29.478-04:002017-04-28T18:55:29.478-04:00My only experience with sleep paralysis was last y...My only experience with sleep paralysis was last year. I woke up and was laying on my back with my head to the left. I knew where I was, alone in my bed, in my bedroom. I couldn't move my body or turn my head. Felt a presence standing to the right of my bedside, heard voices talking (couldn't make out what was said, but caught some repeating numbers), felt pressure on my chest, but also a sort of magnetic pull, like it was trying to pull my body upwards. Seen flashes of light, like a glow from static on the tv. I remember being more terrified of not being able to move my body or being able to turn toward what was happening more than whatever presence was there. I wasn't afraid of it or find it evil. I can't really explain it. When I was finally able to move, the room was pitch black and normal, nothing out of the ordinary. I couldnt shake that feeling, it stayed with me for a long time. I don't know if it had anything to do with the sleep paralysis or is purely coincidental, but shortly following I've had a growing interest in spiritual awakening, synchronicity, chakras, astral projection, universal energy, crystals, etc. Which is normal for some, but is completely out of character for me. Like I had little to zero interest in that stuff(wasn't even familiar with some of it) and now I can't get enough. Didn't even really realize until my husband brought it to my attention, which by the way he totally thinks I'm crazy now. Just wanted to share my story since I don't really have anyone to share with and was curious if anyone else had any unusual interests afterwards.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-72665118028956923132017-02-03T15:04:59.495-05:002017-02-03T15:04:59.495-05:00Where was this camp? What state? I was just writin...Where was this camp? What state? I was just writing about a Christian youth camp and want to see if it's the same oneErich Kuerstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-774900929860149882017-02-02T23:11:25.818-05:002017-02-02T23:11:25.818-05:00I have had 4 "experiences" to date, over...I have had 4 "experiences" to date, over a 30 year period. The first was when I was 10, living near Toronto. I woke up on my back and couldn't move; this dark fog materialised coming from the bottom of the bed and, what I can only describe as "Pure Evil" was looking at me, inches from my face. The second time, I was at a Christian youth camp on the top bunk. I was 16 when this happened. Exactly the same thing (I will never forget that face). When I was finally able to move, I scooted up against the wall and it was gone... This was witnessed by the person in the bunk across from me, who told me to pray for my soul.<br />The third time, I was about 19 or 20. I was lifted out of my bed at home, floated out over the floor and rotated 180* so that my head was where my feet should be. I was lowered to the carpet, and I could FEEL the carpet on my face. Again, I couldn't move, started panicking and it was like I blinked and was back in bed. <br />The last time (I hope) it occurred, I was 24, asleep in my bedroom and all of a sudden I awoke but couldn't move again. I was looking at my alarm clock and the sheets slowly started getting pulled off the bed. FULL PANICK. I was moaning but couldn't get words out, it was like I was trapped in my body. I suddenly leapt up and turned around (think of me like a coiled spring) My comforter and sheets were on the floor. I looked at the clock and almost a whole hour had passed.<br />I've told very few ppl about this, the general consensus is that I "was having a nightmare" I don't know what the hell happened, but it wasn't a bloody nightmare. That face, it was dark like a shadow....the sense of doom; like I was going to die... Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03336941201388907663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-33196464788691758692017-01-31T17:52:40.342-05:002017-01-31T17:52:40.342-05:00exactly -
the question then is, is there a sort of...exactly -<br />the question then is, is there a sort of basic start-up screen for repressed trauma. In other words, whether or not you were beaten and abused as a child (and repressed it) or not but still 'remember' under torture, hypnotism, or duress, a similar scenario, just from general childhood phases (toilet training for example - as the child 'learns' to be ashamed of one's excrement, flushing it away, etc. and then dreaming, as I do when asleep but I need to pee, of trying to find a bathroom at some bizarre complex, but the one I find is like a giant bathhouse half-flooded in pee and other repressed fluids. <br />Erich Kuerstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-70701425948035755602017-01-31T12:13:40.989-05:002017-01-31T12:13:40.989-05:00Paranoid? Damn darkness for sure. I was having a n...Paranoid? Damn darkness for sure. I was having a nice day. The violence of youth, spankings, isolation, verbal abuse, religion, is not nurturing. It is an evil climate for sure. Perhaps amnesia is a tool for humans, young and old, to survive the inherent madness of our culture? I look back on my youth in a mostly positive experience. To shine forth is key. 87Dennis/87https://www.blogger.com/profile/03703473570098929681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-55610350413773080232017-01-10T00:02:43.691-05:002017-01-10T00:02:43.691-05:00Amen. Dennis - as long as the middle way allows th...Amen. Dennis - as long as the middle way allows the full breadth of the duality - i.e. no exclusion or judgment. It's all maya.... it's all all. Erich Kuerstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-48758689175400511872017-01-09T13:17:57.067-05:002017-01-09T13:17:57.067-05:00 Nice to hear from Psychonauticus, Sounds like you... Nice to hear from Psychonauticus, Sounds like you have been working on something that needs to shine forth. The duelist trap is inherently bonkers. For me the middle way is key. Samsara is the condition of this life. To have a reverence for all life is needed. Try some loving kindness and compassion for all sentient beings. Birth and death are opposites, life is key. 87Dennis/87https://www.blogger.com/profile/03703473570098929681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-27500854696709046222016-12-26T12:29:35.745-05:002016-12-26T12:29:35.745-05:00All I see is guessing why vhen.. That whole thing ...All I see is guessing why vhen.. That whole thing lol.. But they are here and most of population just rejects even existence of otherworldly beings.. And I doubt that ve have anything they need except flesh and psychological food.. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-11820954280009304292016-06-17T12:24:42.689-04:002016-06-17T12:24:42.689-04:00These stories are so good...
It's a little d...These stories are so good... <br /><br />It's a little different here in Mexico, but yes... they come two by two. <br /><br />Mine were found on a strip club where I was the natural prey and they were the huntresses ("I" not as a Soul but as a "holder of the wallet" jajaja) so it was natural to run for the exit leaving drinks on the table... jajaja... Those were the days me friend...flspectrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02201654452289555478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-9858829306615414172016-05-20T21:18:00.095-04:002016-05-20T21:18:00.095-04:00Very good my friend. You know, the word smith is a...Very good my friend. You know, the word smith is alive and concise in your essay. I relate to all of it. What fun lysergic and a buffoon in a mask! Jung would be proud. Respectfully, DennisDennis/87https://www.blogger.com/profile/03703473570098929681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-32646319519201081212016-05-20T17:37:36.634-04:002016-05-20T17:37:36.634-04:00thank you for the wonderful advice, yet again and ...thank you for the wonderful advice, yet again and again and againAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-43644182380352006372016-04-22T03:25:24.950-04:002016-04-22T03:25:24.950-04:00I like Dead Files. Realistic. The rest are just ri...I like Dead Files. Realistic. The rest are just ridiculous. A bunch of folks screaming in night vision? Hardly frightening, however, Dead Files is realistic.Farquarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05262212192213158316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-50924544679895086542016-04-13T20:20:58.883-04:002016-04-13T20:20:58.883-04:00I thank you very much for your reply. You have sav...I thank you very much for your reply. You have saved me from another dead-end purchase. I know that you are a genius from whom I could learn valuable data that could amount to puzzle-pieces with which to fill-in gaps of my fractured understanding. When time allows I intend to bask in the radiance of your wit and wisdom. As an aside, I am impressed, even after perhaps many centuries, that a "mummy locus" remains activated, seeing as how there was contact made between those corpses and myself! Questions abound, such as: if their physical brains were removed and placed in canopic jars (just guessing because I don't know if any such containers were in proximity at the moment of contact), could those ancient processed pineal glands or perhaps other brain-portions have come into play? Or were brain tissues irrelevant in that those loci were magically installed in another area of those mummified bodies? Or were the entire corpses charged talismans designed to afford the departed spirits a convenient portal for re-entrance into physicality at will? Or were points-of-contact designed to facilitate exit of the departed spirits into higher densities, as in establishing a grounded 3D pole connecting into a 4D "Jacob's Ladder" device? Or were magickal golem or artificial elementals placed in those husks to function as tomb guards? Do similar potentialities exist in other unexcavated tombs, and if so, for what purpose? And what would it be like to astrally enter the mummies to see things from their point-of-view? What, if any, phenomena did those mummy "intelligences" perceive as I naively strolled between their upright mummy display cases? Was the entire scenario of my vignette pre-planned centuries ago, and if so, then for what purpose? Could it be possible that there is more than meets the eye regarding the typical mummification-agenda conducted in ancient Egypt? Is my scenario indicative of a representative sampling of a much deeper esoteric agenda inferring secrets derived from epochs pre-dating the Egyptian Dynasties? Ah, if only my brain were sufficiently awakened, then maybe I could answer my questions. And I could also get to the bottom of my close ufo encounter of the first kind (about 40ft proximity) on Mt Palomar when I was about 11? And I could also discover the meaning of my visions in which I experienced spontaneous clairaudience one time, and either remote viewed or travelled to other realms a number of other occasions? I am really frustrated with my apparent lack of ability to grasp the reins of certainty and control. I don't want to wait, I want to initiate! I'm tired of being jerked around by life, puppetized as it were. It is as though I have had a taste of wonder, then slammed back down to this garbage dump to share the lifeform of all the flying monkeys posing as civilized humans. Call it Divine Discontent, but I feel betrayed and abandoned by the gods whom I once adored and bowed before! But Erich, thanks for getting back to me, because I find it increasingly difficult to find accord with these semi-sentient beings with whom I must, for now at least, endure the imposition of subsisting in human form and sharing in their insane milieu. Yours truly, AeolusAthene p's', please visit my Google+ : https://plus.google.com/u/0/+AeolusAthene/posts<br />and my Facebook :<br />https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100006036583170<br />and my blog :<br />http://aeolusathene.simplesite.comAeoolusAthenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13236507492717338754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-49251145880613577172016-04-13T02:19:10.555-04:002016-04-13T02:19:10.555-04:00the tuning fork isn't much on its own. Can bar...the tuning fork isn't much on its own. Can barely remember the cream. It's been awhile. I kind of saw what I wanted to see, for the nonce anyway - so haven't been making the trip, if that makes any sense. What I'd most recommend is DXM + a light sound machine used in conjunction with a shamanic or Buddhist chant CD,and then, when you're almost at some kind of breakthroguh BAM - a hit of Salvia Divinorum - and go back into position - then hold onto your hat. There are slower, mellower, less drastic ways to accelerate the process, but as a writer I think it's important to bring 'the old self' new places rather than changing the self to get there, which leads to a lot of new age bliss-style writing that only the already blissed out will be able to stand (when I'm in that zone, I write on <a href="}http://medsitation.blogspot.com/}>'Medsitation' </a><br /><br />I hear you about the once every five years - for me it's three, and each time I can make it last a little longer - though always under two months (generally in the fall and it never lasts past the holidays, which are always the slow apocalypse of any spiritual seeker)Erich Kuerstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-27637328512359772632016-04-12T23:13:07.237-04:002016-04-12T23:13:07.237-04:00About 1954, when I was a lad of 8, as I walked bet...About 1954, when I was a lad of 8, as I walked between 2 galleries of mummies, maybe 8 on each side, (at the Chicago Museum of Natural History), I suddenly felt their eyes glaring down at me! I ran terrified back to where my parents were at, in an adjacent hall. I'll never forget that absolutely unnerving sensation! At the time, I knew nothing about the spiritual aspects of mummies, but now I suspect that there was a brief connection made between a their desiccated third-eyes and mine. Your insightful comment to wit: "mummification ritual thing was to leave the pineal gland on" intrigues me, and offers a theory as to the mechanism of how my experience occurred. Btw, has the tuning fork, cream and audio done anything for your awareness? I have been trying to find a method or device to assist me to active my third-eye, so that is why I am asking. I have throughout my 69 years experienced infrequent but vivid visions, perhaps 1 every 5 years or so, but now I want to enable myself to initiate such visions instead of passively witness them. Be well, AeolusAtheneAeoolusAthenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13236507492717338754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-85641401701707138382016-03-11T20:37:29.874-05:002016-03-11T20:37:29.874-05:00You are a master story teller. I could almost see ...You are a master story teller. I could almost see a reflection. Way to express the Bacchus shizzle. In fun, Dennis Dennis/87https://www.blogger.com/profile/03703473570098929681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728436967523443796.post-80989821922865939732016-02-25T06:35:29.423-05:002016-02-25T06:35:29.423-05:00Several of times I've had these experiences be...Several of times I've had these experiences before too. Some of the times I did see them, other times I didn't. Even if I woke up from normal sleep from the night before, and woke up in the morning sometimes it would still happen, but I never saw any of the sleep paralysis demons at this time. And whether it's morning or night, it's still horrifying no matter what, because you have to know about the fact that there's multiple dimensions in the same place. During the nighttime in my room, even when it was pitch black, this demonic figure was so dark that I was still able to see it, while it was pitch black. The next thing I'm going to say right now might seem crazy, but then think about it, other people who don't believe in this stuff might think you're crazy too. But anyways, I know so far comment wise on this subject there was still one more thing that I've experienced that hasn't been explained. And maybe some of you have been through this next thing that I'm going to talk about that has happened to me. One of the last times that this had happened, things went further than usual. First I was floating and I saw my body just as the other person mentioned on one of the first comments near the top of the page. But then something else happened, after what I believed was my soul getting to a certain point in the air all of a sudden everything blacked out. Then it's like my soul wound up in a different place, and I heard this high pitched ringing sound, just like the ringing sound that you hear once you've been hit in the ear real hard. It's really weird though because in that place I saw this bright orb right in front of me. Even though it was bright it's as if the light was contained because I didn't see any of the light shining everywhere else. But everything else around was pitch black, and then all of a sudden I started drifting away from the bright orb, and at the same time when I was drifting away, I started seeing multiple visions of people that I've known in my life, family and friends. And when I started drifting even further away from the light, leading into even more true pitch blackness the visions started getting blurry, as if my very existence was going to end, not just for my body but also for my soul. I had an incredibly strong connection to that orb, because I somehow believe that that orb was my soul, a source of life, the only source of life that seemed to be there in that dark place. And I just drifted further and further away, and just started thinking that if I lose that light then I would feel like the demonic entities there would truly have me. I know that I've explained a lot about what I was thinking, but all of what I was thinking was only thought in a few seconds during that situation. It just felt incredibly scary and uncomfortable in that place, it felt as if every bit of life in me was being pulled out, and that is probably what the demonic entities were trying to do. I had to get to the light as fast as I could and I tried as hard as I could and it felt like they were pulling me back, then I finally went into the light and then my soul went back into my body.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com