Yesterday I shared some thoughts about how seekers like myself may not be able to quiet our own minds enough to receive the message from non-physical entities. This is true, I think, with the possible exception of psychedelics and meditation. Today I want to explain a little what I think happened to me on psychedelics and why I was able to communicate with non-physcal entities in “that space”. Also, I want to explain how my experience with psychedelics opened new pathways of communication through meditation that were not previously available.
Let me first start by trying to explain some of my experience communicating with non-physical entities while “under the influence” of a psychedelic, then I will explain why I think it works.
In my first ever experience I recall waiting for the “drug” to kick in. I had no real idea what to expect and was told that the experience is different for everyone so I tried to just let it happen. As I was staring up into a bright afternoon sky my ears began to ring with a high pitched ringing that I somehow knew had always been there but that I had simply filtered out. That was, in itself a lesson from some other intelligence. Without hearing words it was as if something in my head was telling me to pay attention. This ringing is always here. You know this already but you are remembering it now. Why do you pretend it isn’t there when all you have to do is listen? By the way, while typing this just now, the ringing is coming back loudly in my head. I am hearing the same ringing now because I’ve learned how to listen for it and turn my awareness to it.
The entire “trip” was much like this. I was continually reminded by a thought in my mind that I already know these things, I merely have to remember. I became aware, as the clouds above me began to fold in on each other like a kaleidoscope, that the trees were watching me. They had suddenly become aware that I had woken up and were now eyeing me suspiciously. I could feel the one closest to me was a female and very strong and powerful, she stared at me menacingly but another thought in my mind told me to just relax and I’ll be fine. “You have entered her space,” I remember thinking. “She is just making sure your not a threat.”. I felt like telepathically I was telling her I’m “ok” and not here to do anything evil. Eventually she stopped staring at me and became convinced I was not a threat.
The next communication I remember was when I was told to look at the temple. It again was not words but a feeling. I found myself feeling as if I had entered a sacred temple and that invisible teachers were here with me to teach me a lesson. I was asked somehow, without words, to look around and notice the beer cans and cigarette butts laying around the space around me. I became revolted by the idea that people would come into this temple and shit all over the place by leaving their drugs and alcohol all over the place. I was distinctly “told” for lack of a better word, that I should not treat this experience mundanely and do not disrespect the temple by treating it as if it’s just “doing drugs”. The garbage around me was what the profane do to the temple. Do not be like them. Do not treat this experience recreationally. This is not a game.
Later in my first trip I was shown pitch blackness and heard the dripping of water from somewhere as if I were in a pitch black cave underground. I asked the “experience” what this place was and I remember feeling the answer immediately, “REMEMBER!”. And suddenly I did remember. “Ive been here before!” I exclaimed. “Why did I forget this place?? I’ve been here!!!”
In my mind I was not given the answer about what the place was. I was just continually impressed to “remember”. Several times after that trip I came back to it again (the dark place with dripping water) and every time I came back I was angry about why I had forgotten it. I was never given the answer, simply asked to remember.
One more comment on this before I concluded with what I think is happening. From an outside perspective or that of a skeptic, there is NO proof of anything here. The conversation was entirely in my head and thus, to many, entirely made up by me. Then again, that is EXACTLY how telepathy is supposed to work. All I can tell you is that when I asked questions in my mind, the questions felt as if they were from me and were MY questions, but the answers felt like they came from someone entirely NOT me. I had the clear distinction between my own thoughts and the thoughts of something else.
So what is happening here? I have begun to theorize that most of us in our conscious state do not relax enough or lower our resistance enough to hear the answers to our questions from non physical entities. We are too rooted in the “here and now” or our physical reality to quiet the mind and pick up on the more subtle things around us. Just as I was made aware that the ringing I heard in my ears was always there but I merely tuned it out, so too I believe, non-physcal entities communicate with us all the time but we have tuned them out. But, on a high dose of psilocybin, you are no longer able to focus on the physical world. You are so deep into altered consciousness that you are no longer aware you are sitting in a chair or in a house, or laying on the beach. Your focus on the physical world around you is GONE and all you are left with are the things you normally tune out. That is where I met them and communicated with them. In time, I learned how to do it better with mere meditation, but that is another story.
[The series category LOABT contains my thoughts and observations about the book “The Law of Attraction: The Basic Teachings of Abraham Hicks”]
