Ok, so before I begin the tale of SWIM's meth "trip" yesterday, I would like to state that SWIM had used meth before, but very lightly and in isolated events. Twice with their dad, which those experiences were more like regular geeks (Molly, Adderol, Coke, ect.) and SWIM did a very small once (small enough to barely lick of some paper) and the geek was lasting, but still just as normal. The night SWIM did the small amount off the paper, SWIM drunkenly and dumbly bought a 20 sack from someone since SWIM didn't think she was geeked enough. The 20 sack didn't get opened since the small amount on the paper kicked in and kept SWIM up all night. Since SWIM's boyfriend (who had never done meth) was SO against and judgemental of the drug, SWIM hid the 20 sack in her bathroom and didn't use it or tell her boyfriend for close to a month. Ok, now onto yesterday (or should I say Monday) Monday, SWIM had a gnawing urge to tell her boyfriend the bathroom meth sack seceret. A need almost to tell him at that specific moment. Instead of getting angry or flushing the sack, her boyfriend was frustrated but still walked over to their table and crushed the shard and began to form lines for them to snort. They each did one small line (with 2 lines left each) and went outdoors to smoke a cig. They began talking about magic, withcraft and spirituality with enthuasism and confidence (SWIM had dabbled in these practices before). The couple even stated that it would be stupid to do these things under drug influence and that leaving your body open was the worst thing you could do spiritually. ...Basically that conversation was foreshadowing and they didn't even know... After that, the couple was in a great mood, they begin talking about their relationship, working issues out and feeling intense feelings of comfort, love and joy. The other two lines were taken spread apart. The couple decided to open their minds to Tarot and familarize themselves more with the cards. They started almost obsessing over the cards, their meanings, images, symbolism and artwork. This lasted for almost 12 hours..just analyzing and obsessing over cards and taking small breaks to smoke, drink water and talk about each other. After that, SWIM's boyfriend began to make a "bed" on the floor for the two to lay on and hang out in the living room and hopefully doze off so that SWIM could go to work the next day at noon. He blacked out all the windows with blankets, turned all the lights off and the two laid there for another 6 hours or so before they decided SWIM should ditch work and just stay home and be awake with her boyfriend. They weren't doing anything at all, just laying down, being wide awake and talking. The two enjoyed themselves while they came up with an ellaborate and well thought out lie to get SWIM out of work. No one would answer phones or emails at her job though, so it took about another 6 hours to fully call out and finish the intricate hospital lie. At this point, the couple had decided to get some weed, which was also taking forever. It tooks about 5 hours to get ahole of that, some of that overlapping with the excuse time, but all of it moving extremely fast. The couple got in a stupid, pointless spat before they actually left to get the weed, causing strife and irritation in their house. By this point, they thought the meth would and should be gone (14 or so hours) since it was such a small amount. Then when they got back from the weed, the whole meth high changed. They called it phase two and instead of being happy and elated about the drug (singing it praises, underestimating its power) they began to feel smarter about the drug (after smoking weed) and started to reconize it's sneaky effects. It was almost as if a cloud of confusion and blindness had been lifted from their mind and high and they could see that yes, they were still on meth and they knew they could make it through but they could FINALLY see why people had trouble letting go of it. The couple sat and obsessed and talked about the drug meth for over 5 hours. And then the scary part... It almost like voices in SWIM's head, telling her this drug really wasn't that big of a deal, that it was probably a strong batch and not to worry but to simply accept it. That was always the key word and action..accept it. SWIM's bf began to feel overwhelmed as he heard many voices in his head but one of his own screaming "THIS IS NOT GOOD, THIS IS NOT OK!" while he also felt two hands coming through the back of his skull controlling his mouth and words and also his thoughts. They both were laying there and felt completely stuck. Like they physically COULDN'T get up. Also, paranoia set in. Black figures were moving in both their priephrals (sp?) outside windows and from behind corners...at first, SWIM kept repeating out loud it was just the drug, she didn't care and she knew everything was gonna be alright so fuck it. SWIM is usually high strung in situations like this and felt defeated and pushed down into her body by the voice that was controlling her words and mouth. SWIM's boyfriend is usually very strong on drugs and was holding his head in frustration like he was in a battle mentally. Basically, it was like SWIM's bf was fighting the mind control and mind rape, but SWIM was hiding deep inside and hoping if she surrendered it would go away or "be nice". Part of her knew it was meth, but part of her felt something very personified and real. The two began to notice that in just 1 day they had lost 5 lbs. each, their eyes were sunk in basically, they looked like full blown addicts. They observed how they BOTH felt the presence of a monster, a demon but if they started focusing on the impending control and doom too much, they would start panicking and getting the fear. SWIM had given up all hope and her bf had finally started to truly realize what was happening, he grabbed her by the hand, which broke her out her trance state and pulled her into the bathroom with him. They were going to take a shower and try to force the high to leave, all they had wanted for hours was for it to leave. After the shower was turned on SWIM left the room to go get towels, as SWIM was walking down the hallway it felt like there was a dark creature following her so close it was almost stepping on her heels and it was trying to grab her and pull her into it. SWIM kept trying to remain as calm as possible just because SWIM knew the moment she panicked the creature would have the strength it needed. As they took the shower, marking the 24th hour of their high, the water seemed to protect them and wash away the grittiness and evil of the meth. I know this may sound like an over-reaction or whatever but I know the 3 classic steps of a demon or spiritual possession. 1. Obsession (the Tarot cards and the looong talk about nothing but the drug meth) 2. Opression (the way SWIM felt when she was stuck in the phase of literally watching time wasting away, it felt like SWIM's true self had been forced down deep into her body and that something else was speaking for her and feeding her false emotions) 3. Posession... Even after waking from about 10 hours of sleep, the feeling and the presence still lingered. It was not as strong, intimidating or powerful but it was there and the mindfuck remained as SWIM can't believe that this control really happened and that just a drug high induced it. IS THIS NORMAL???
Crazy story. Normal under the circumstances? Tough to say. I mean I have seen some dark floating entities on meth (the one and only time I tried it) and in no way was it imagined or hallucinated. I was startled for a second as it kind of zoomed up on and around me but when I smiled and didn't let any fear sink in it went away. I try to be loving to everything and it's never steered me the wrong way. I was worried when you were saying you wanted to surrender to it so it would go away, I would think that's the last thing you'd want to do. You need to stay powerful and resistant to everything but pure love and light. Visualize your aura reflecting back onto itself and back into you deflecting all negative energy and keeping you strong
Jared, thanks for the positive input. That's the thing. I've always been interested and frightened by the whole idea of possession and I KNOW what to do but it was like at that moment it didn't matter. I truly felt apathetic and numb of emotions...but it wasn't me. I was almost making excuses for the presence, trying to see it's good side so I could understand it. It was like if I spoke or thought that it was being sneaky or bad, it would just turn on me more and after a day of no sleeping or eating (which honestly felt like a week) I had no willpower left. Scary. Shit.
If I were you I would get all ideas of possession out of your head and just , forgettt about ittt That's what makes the ouija board dangerous, just having that belief opens the door to possession . I find it incredibly neat when I get to see otherworldly beings so it makes me happy and curious, not scared or fearful. yup keep that willpower strong I think it strengthens your intuition hand in hand
Thanks for the encouragement, sincerly. And you're right. I do have to get out of my mind because when it comes down to it, I still beat the shit, regardless of why. The thing is, I still do want to delve into the metaphysical aspect of life through Tarot and witchcraft...I guess I should just do it sober this time.
I don't use meth and I am not making judgments on anyone who does. Excuse me for posting in here but I thought I would share a few things. A few years ago I lived in an apartment that was previously rented by a meth user. After a month or so I started to feel fatigued in the middle of the day and began to take naps. Eventually I started noticing these squiggly, smokey spider looking things scrambling across the room upon me noticing them. I was not asleep when this happened. I could stand up and walk around the room and see them. No substances in my system. I began to research this and discovered that many people experience these things and call them "astral spiders". They are parasites they feed on our aura and cause fatigue. they are bad news. After reaching out to some psychics I had a conversation with one that referred to them as meth bugs as they are commonly seen in meth recovery houses and around meth users. I have read that some users can see them and simply dismiss is as tweaking. Perhaps not all of them are actually experiencing these creatures but I doubt that everyone that is tweaking is simply hallucinating IMO. Drugs alter our consciousness and our auric shields. This can allow entities to attach to us. It seems that meth in particular seems to make us vulnerable to lower astral forms. What SWIM in your story seemed to experience sounds pretty typical of what people refer to as "negs" taking advantage of the vulnerable condition. These things do want control, and to feed off and take over people. There is a book by Robert Bruce called the psychic self defense handbook and one of the counter measures for fending off a neg attack in this book is to take a shower. It allegedly grounds them out. It ties in directly to the mythology that spirits can't cross over running water ala sleepy hollow style. I have successfully used some of his methods in this book to defend myself, such as putting tiger balm on your feet. Some of his other methods don't exactly resonate with me but I have not tested them either. For example he seems to suggest using the Qlink necklace thing that is advertised on tv for golfers and health nuts. He seems to think that it strengthens our shields and repels negs. Maybe it does but I have yet to see any real explanation for how those things work so I am skeptical. His other methods have helped me a great deal though. From what I understand about these things though, just because you can't see or feel them doesn't mean they have left. I would suggest to anyone that is going to continue using meth to at least read up on these things and ways to protect yourself.
Mothman, Thanks for your experience, it's good for me to hear input from people who have used and people who have just experienced the psychic part of this mess. Scientia, I was raised Christian and my dad has taught me alot about the traditional demons and posession according to that religion. However, I am no longer affliated with any religion, but I still believe there are entities and energies surrounding us, I feel it would be ignorant not to, as we can't possibly be the only thing (other than animals) that inhabits this plane or this planet. So, I guess I would say a demon to me now is simply a personified negative energy.
I see Alex. I would very much like then to share something with you that I have found to be helpful through years of seeking. I would like to preface this by reminding you that your current concept of Daemon originated from Judaism and that the early Christian sects were Gnostic Kabbalists. I also will ask for your forgiveness in advance if what follows seems oversimplified. It is meant to hopeully save you years of labouring over what are so often overcomplicated, obscure, archaic, redundant works when all the while, some old fool who knows Nothing, could have whispered it in passing as I now aim to do through the language passed down to me from The Knowers of Aeons all but forgotten. Also, please forgive the absence of paragraphs and the strange use of capitals. The primitive device I'm using to share this has made formatting a right pain in the ass. That being said, here it is... The Universe, or The Entirety as I sometimes call it, is this eternal dance of The One becoming The Many, and The Many returning to The One. The Kabbalistic illustration of The Tree of Life however, shows a further progression/regression/ascent/descent of The Light, beyond Oneness into The Limitless, which is really a kind of No Thing ness, from which all things come. The Void of Chaos if you will, The Great Mother, from whose womb every thing is born. The forces responsible for all manner of phenomenon which The Divine Light becomes in its journey from One to Many, the creative forces of isolation, individualization, seperation, materialization, and unconciousness, are also referred to as the Angels of Darkness, as one of their functions is to envelop the Divine Source/Lifeforce in the darkness of matter. Once this is done and the purpose of The Individual is accomplished, Divinity can begin its return/acsent back to The One. The forces responsible for facilitating this process, the concious, bright forces of reintegration and reunification, are also referred to as the Angels Of Light. The Divine Names by which these forces are called are part of the means by which the Magician practices his Craft. But that's a story for another time. What I hope you take from all of this most of all is this... All is One. Heaven and Hell, every God or Devil, every Angel or Demon, is simply a facet of your infinite being. An externalization of your internal, eternal nature. As Above, so Below. Or I could just be crazy. Offer not valid in Alaska or Puerto Rico, your mileage may vary. (Universal Disclaimer)
I almost forgot, Alexxx..are you kids through with meth after this? Also, I have another possible scenario for you to consider. Just for you though. Is it permissible to post a yim sn or an email address here? There was an option to list one at signup but I can't seem to get back to where it was.
Scientia, Directed at the second post, I have no kids. I know I'm done with meth after this, although I have had some thrown in my face and I can't lie, SWIM licked a little bit, but felt no effects. As far as your concept in the first comment, I too know of the God Theory, which along with some spiritual history seems to be what you're describing? I can be reached at alexandriaopal@gmail.com, by the way. After you send me an email, I'll probably delete this whole post.
I've dabbled with small amounts of methamphetamine before, in that I used to take a little, and stay up all night sometimes. Never took enough to get high, just enough to keep me wide awake, thinking it was more sensible - but that still didn't prevent trouble and weird seemingly unrelated stuff from happening in the days after. In the days after meth, although I wasn't high, I just seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and bad things would happen, seemingly just coincidence. I could list off crazy things, basically it was like a few years worth of weird coincidences and close shaves, in the week after 3 separate meth experiences. Somehow got through it okay though, but only just ! I never made a habit of the drug though, as it's just too nasty. I have seen similar things as the OP described, so I don't think its necessarily all in your mind - though I really really hope it is/was. For me, the weird stuff happened during the meth after effects stage where the stimulant effects are wearing off and the fatigue hits (sleep deprivation). You can add astral spiders, assorted astral entities/parasites to the list of stuff I've seen. Shadow creatures used to be quite common also. After one of my meth experiences (the last one), it became clear a little lower astral entity got into my mind, it ran amok until days later I got it cornered in a dream, then managed to destroyed it. At least I haven't seen it since so I assume I managed so. Take no shit from these things. I'm convinced there is evil in methamphetamine, it is a demonic drug. It makes your mind very suggestible, and it seems to unlock psychic barriers that allow foreign psychic entities into your being. I can imagine that at the other end of the spectrum, people have been entirely possessed. I've read some scary (possessed and seemingly satanic) posts on the internet from people who were into meth, AND psychedelics (particularly DMT). Very dangerous combo. Psychedelics on their own is one thing, but mixing with meth is a recipe for hell. The first couple times I took methamphetamine, I was using it in tiny amounts as a study drug, and it seemed to work in the way I wanted it to at first (as a simple stimulant), but I now believe THAT was the illusion it created to try to rope me in. Its no study drug, its definitely mind altering. After I threw the last of the meth I had down the sink, I was reading on the internet that towards the latter half of WW2, Adolf Hitler was on daily injections of meth, makes a lot of sense that doesn't it? I've just finished reading Robert Bruce's Practical Psychic Self-Defense Handbook, and in it he describes the importance of using grounded water to stop attacks. This would appear to corroborate the OP experience of using a shower to stop the attack, interesting. Keep away from meth folks, it tunes your mind into something evil and it wants to steal your vitality, possess you and ruin your life (and that of those around you), one step at a time.
Mind control is real. Join YourSocialFreedom.com and share your story. You might have a lawsuit against the government. They use mind control on people through drug unit tests, scare tactics, and more. Meth is cheaper than jail, and they test minds while also trying to destroy the USA. I've also seen shadow figures come alive, change shape, and emerge from walls. They induce dreams and daydreams, creating full-color holograms or ghost-like figures. Have you ever experienced anything like that?
