Gods/ Deities While Tripping

[@peace]

Hello everyone,

Have you ever come across/ interacted with entities while tripping on various substances? If so please share your story here. Here is mine:

About 5 years ago I slipped on ice and hit my head pretty hard. After that for a year and a half I would wake up every morning in a panic type state. I didn't feel like myself at all, very depressed, dull, and honestly had terrible thoughts of suicide I could not stop. This time of my life felt like the movie groundhog day, wake up with that same feeling and try to hold it together for the day. Then one morning I woke up and had this crystal clear realization that I needed to trip on shrooms. I hadn't used any for nearly a decade at that point. So I ordered some blue meanies online out of BC (Canada).

This trip changed my life. They came on strong. I live on a farm and decided to go outside and enjoy nature as I usually do on shrooms. Then they really started to take hold. I puked my ass off for a min, but when I stopped all I could see/ experience was a blue elephant sitting in front of me like a person, it stopped me in my tracks. They had gold on them, some sort of crown/hat, and multiple arms. We didn't speak, but they did communicate with me in a way I couldn't understand, like they were passing knowledge to me subconsciously. After about 30 seconds they departed and I was left with this strange sensation. Then the geometric shapes kicked in.

Decided to go for a walk with my wife towards the river behind our house. Along the way I felt like I was walking by the pyramids in Egypt, mountain villages in China, and other places I have never visited. Then I realized that the entity I had experienced shared something with me to fix myself. I decided to meditate on one of the happiest experiences of my life, which is when I climbed Mt. Dirfi in Greece with my wife. I meditated on that memory. The craziest sensation I have ever experienced happened. It wasn't that I was remembering that time in Greece, it literally felt like I was there. I can't emphasize enough how profound this was, I felt like I was actually back there. As soon as that happened it felt like my brain was rewired/ rebooted back to how it was before the head injury. It was immediate and ever since that trip I have been myself. I don't get depressed, I don't have intrusive thoughts. Best of all, when I meditate, I am still able to access that feeling that I am in Greece.

I am not religious, haven't been to any church service a day in my life. I recognized the god was from India though so I looked it up after. What I saw/ experienced was the Hindu/ Buddhist god Ganesha. Ganesha, I discovered after my trip, is the god of new beginnings and remover of obstacles. I am so grateful that they removed my obstacles.

 

[GMT]

Never challenge the devil, acid goes down hill at that point 🫣

 

[Nannymouse]

Yes, i met two 'teachers' in very beautiful robes. The old one was tired of my questions, after just a couple. But, the little one was chatty. I had the feeling that they were asian, must've been the robes. But, couldn't really make out faces, but mostly i kept my head bowed down in 'politeness'. In my case, the 'fractals' came before the teachers...everything was edged in gold.

 

[armedoldhippy]

Never challenge the devil, acid goes down hill at that point 🫣

yeah. a friend and i were doing brown windowpane once, and started talking about Satan. soon afterwards, if i closed my eyes for a moment (NOT just blinking) i would have eyes looking back at me. not normal eyes, you know, frightening eyes. i tried to draw them and show my buddy, and he wouldn't look at them..."i've seen them before..."

 

[buzzmobile]

Mirrors can be an issue.

 

[Rgd]

The old one was tired of my questions, after just a couple. But, the little one was chatty.

sounds like my chat with mescalito but there only one of him

 

[Nannymouse]

the two other times that i've sampled, with different type of mushy, the ride was not pleasant, at all. So, the type of shroom really matters. It was a 'bucket list' experience. Now that i've done it, no desire to go there, again. At least not how i feel about it, right now.

 

[armedoldhippy]

once was enough for lots of folks. i saw an interview with George Harrison years back, interviewer asked him about the Beatles drug use. he said "oh, the LSD was amazing! you only needed to do it once." interviewer said "you only did it once?" George replied "oh no, we did it lots of times! but once would have been enough..."

 

[@peace]

the two other times that i've sampled, with different type of mushy, the ride was not pleasant, at all. So, the type of shroom really matters. It was a 'bucket list' experience. Now that i've done it, no desire to go there, again. At least not how i feel about it, right now.

Yeah I had always tried golden teacher and whatever the other standard was around here, likely B+. Never had a lot of visuals with them. The blue meanies were a lot different.

 

[@peace]

once was enough for lots of folks. i saw an interview with George Harrison years back, interviewer asked him about the Beatles drug use. he said "oh, the LSD was amazing! you only needed to do it once." interviewer said "you only did it once?" George replied "oh no, we did it lots of times! but once would have been enough..."

I have always been too afraid of what I would see on LSD. Maybe one day.

 

[armedoldhippy]

I have always been too afraid of what I would see on LSD. Maybe one day.

yeah, don't go into it afraid. "set and setting" and have a trusted friend/guide along. you'll want a witness to the crazy shit you'll say and do...

 

[Chi13]

Not sure about a deity but my wife once transformed into a 9ft tall half human, half preying mantis. It was both terrifying but strangely arousing!

 

[@peace]

Not sure about a deity but my wife once transformed into a 9ft tall half human, half preying mantis. It was both terrifying but strangely arousing!

Watch what you say or buzz might think you are coming on to him

 

[armedoldhippy]

Not sure about a deity but my wife once transformed into a 9ft tall half human, half preying mantis. It was both terrifying but strangely arousing!

it's the mantis female that eats the head off of her mate after breeding...isn't it ?

 

[CharlesU Farley]

Hello everyone,

Have you ever come across/ interacted with entities while tripping on various substances? If so please share your story here. Here is mine:

From my website about 6 years ago. Not God or a deity, but the Universal Mind demonstrating to me how it all fits together.


I was recently separated and temporarily living in a small trailer that was isolated and remote, here in the mountains. I'm in that brief stage where sorrow and self-pity have ebbed and before anger and frustration have really had a chance to swell. I have a day off from the hospital, I'm broke, with no cannabis, nowhere to go and nothing to do. I start looking for any shake that might've been left in album covers from days gone by. Out of a Blind Faith album falls a strip of perforated paper from long ago. Thinking it would not still be potent and since I hadn't done any in over a decade, I decide to do it that night, all by myself.

It was a half a ten-strip of blotter and it was old, so I took two. After an hour or two, nothing really special, just some trails and a bit of shimmering, melting reality, with the familiar brilliance and sheen I remembered so fondly.

I decided to take the other three.

After a slice of time, I don't know how long, I was the one in the fishbowl. The one being observed, by the entire outside world, even though I was not within a mile of a human; looking directly in on me, by myself, in this tiny little trailer. I remember it was around 3 AM and I had been up since 6:00 AM the previous day, so I could drop the kids off at school. In the usual time/space warp of LSD, seconds seemed forever and an hour flashed by in a nanosecond of my perceived reality. Music and lyrics have always seemed to penetrate my soul when I have taken psychedelics and I was about to be pierced. I was embarking on a journey to a very special place that would change how I perceived my life, once again.

I won't get into the feelings and emotions of a recently divorced father who feels all alone, without his children, but it was quite obviously a difficult period. At this point in my life, I needed a psychic recharge and my consciousness was about to be defibrillated. I was going to rock the mountains with a Marantz 2252. As the music I selected for the journey flowed throughout the 12' X 60' space I inhabited and out through the mountains, I began to experience an expansion of my soul, as I felt the music emanating from the Dynaco A25's. I had read of synesthesia before and always thought of it as seeing musical notes float out the source of sound, F sharp to B flat, transitioning into A minor, that sort of thing.

That was not my experience.

Sound is not composed of notes or sound waves as humans perceive them, it's consists of atoms vibrating and flowing together to form elements and compounds, which interact and combine with each other. These combinations create exponentially larger vibrations, as they combine and interact with both each other and nothing, the absence of what is being created. This interaction creates something out of nothing, as it's being created. What has been newly created interacts with the infinite amount of matter that has already been made and together, they combine to formulate the sensation we perceive as sound.

The molecular interaction of a plastic pick on the compounds that comprise a metallic guitar string; the physicality of the elements that compose a drumstick combining and transforming with the stretched membrane of the drum skin; human fingers creating friction on coiled steel bass strings that pulsate atoms to combine; all of which leads to oscillating protons, electrons and neutrons interacting on a seemingly infinite scale; then coalescing to transform and move nitrogen and oxygen atoms into a form of energy that interacts with a biologic membrane that transforms the physical energy it receives into an electrical entity the brain interprets as sound, that humans can experience and perceive. I _understood_ the composition of sound.

That's when Ghost in the Machine drops on the Dual 1225.

Now, the human interpretation of what it perceives is translated from electrical impulses that power sound into information the brain processes to establish the emotions we feel. We express those emotions in physical, vocal sounds that form words, like these:

"We are spirits in the material world.
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way”

I am transitioning into another way.

"Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet”

I would no longer compromise life away, as I had in my marriage.

Then, in the black fucking pitch of night, I hear this:

"There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done”

I begin to feel hope and the day that is night is just beginning, instead of ending.

"Tout le monde est à moi”

I do not understand French, but I felt this.

"…I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom…”

Will I become that? Right now, I _am_ the Demolition Man.

"Too much information running through my brain
Too much information driving me insane”

Fucking A, do I have to Re-Humanize Myself?

"It's a subject we rarely mention
But when we do, we have this little invention
By pretending they're a different world from me
I show my responsibility”

LSD reveals the unconscious world that we ordinarily cannot perceive and I'm about to intertwine down into it. I dissolve into the consciousness of the sound. As I write this, it is almost as real as I experienced it, with the aid of music:

"The night came down, jungle sounds were in my ears
City screams are all I've heard in twenty years
The razor's edge of night, it cuts into my sleep
I sit upon the edge now
Shall I make that leap?”

Good God almighty, I was hearing the sounds of mountains, I've heard agonizing screams in the ER, I was now on the razors edge of night and I used to be on The Edge. I had already made the leap, with five hits of blotter.

"The echo makes me turn to see that last frontier.
The edge of time closes down as I disappear”

I vanish as I spiral down _into_ the sound. At this point, time ceased to exist, it had parsed down until it was closed.

"The time that's best is when surroundings fade away
The presence of another world comes close to me”

I understood, became one with the sound and interacted in it. I cannot explain it any other way; it's all vibrating and pulsating atoms, interacting and combining to create something completely new, out of nothing. Now expand that interaction and combination out from your mind, past our planet, to the solar system, expanding out past the galaxy, all the way to the edge of the universe, into the Universal Mind. All life is interactions of one thing with another. This wasn't a hallucination, it is reality.

When time finally regained its momentum, the sun was rising. I wasn't the Omegaman but I was so very fucking tired. Until I realized my Secret Journey.

"You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
You will see joy in this sadness
You will find this love you miss”

I would indeed find the love I missed, two years later.

"But darkness makes me fumble
For a key
To a door
That's wide open”

As my oneness with sound diminished its vibrations, I can't interpret it any other way but a voice/entity/being/force communicated with me:

"Go back and tell them you've been down to where the music is _made_.”

Finally, I just did

 

[armedoldhippy]

I decided to take the other three.

i've done that. decide the stuff is trash, eat more, and ten minutes later..."uh oh..."

 

[EnjoyingLife]

From my website about 6 years ago. Not God or a deity, but the Universal Mind demonstrating to me how it all fits together.


I was recently separated and temporarily living in a small trailer that was isolated and remote, here in the mountains. I'm in that brief stage where sorrow and self-pity have ebbed and before anger and frustration have really had a chance to swell. I have a day off from the hospital, I'm broke, with no cannabis, nowhere to go and nothing to do. I start looking for any shake that might've been left in album covers from days gone by. Out of a Blind Faith album falls a strip of perforated paper from long ago. Thinking it would not still be potent and since I hadn't done any in over a decade, I decide to do it that night, all by myself.

It was a half a ten-strip of blotter and it was old, so I took two. After an hour or two, nothing really special, just some trails and a bit of shimmering, melting reality, with the familiar brilliance and sheen I remembered so fondly.

I decided to take the other three.

After a slice of time, I don't know how long, I was the one in the fishbowl. The one being observed, by the entire outside world, even though I was not within a mile of a human; looking directly in on me, by myself, in this tiny little trailer. I remember it was around 3 AM and I had been up since 6:00 AM the previous day, so I could drop the kids off at school. In the usual time/space warp of LSD, seconds seemed forever and an hour flashed by in a nanosecond of my perceived reality. Music and lyrics have always seemed to penetrate my soul when I have taken psychedelics and I was about to be pierced. I was embarking on a journey to a very special place that would change how I perceived my life, once again.

I won't get into the feelings and emotions of a recently divorced father who feels all alone, without his children, but it was quite obviously a difficult period. At this point in my life, I needed a psychic recharge and my consciousness was about to be defibrillated. I was going to rock the mountains with a Marantz 2252. As the music I selected for the journey flowed throughout the 12' X 60' space I inhabited and out through the mountains, I began to experience an expansion of my soul, as I felt the music emanating from the Dynaco A25's. I had read of synesthesia before and always thought of it as seeing musical notes float out the source of sound, F sharp to B flat, transitioning into A minor, that sort of thing.

That was not my experience.

Sound is not composed of notes or sound waves as humans perceive them, it's consists of atoms vibrating and flowing together to form elements and compounds, which interact and combine with each other. These combinations create exponentially larger vibrations, as they combine and interact with both each other and nothing, the absence of what is being created. This interaction creates something out of nothing, as it's being created. What has been newly created interacts with the infinite amount of matter that has already been made and together, they combine to formulate the sensation we perceive as sound.

The molecular interaction of a plastic pick on the compounds that comprise a metallic guitar string; the physicality of the elements that compose a drumstick combining and transforming with the stretched membrane of the drum skin; human fingers creating friction on coiled steel bass strings that pulsate atoms to combine; all of which leads to oscillating protons, electrons and neutrons interacting on a seemingly infinite scale; then coalescing to transform and move nitrogen and oxygen atoms into a form of energy that interacts with a biologic membrane that transforms the physical energy it receives into an electrical entity the brain interprets as sound, that humans can experience and perceive. I _understood_ the composition of sound.

That's when Ghost in the Machine drops on the Dual 1225.

Now, the human interpretation of what it perceives is translated from electrical impulses that power sound into information the brain processes to establish the emotions we feel. We express those emotions in physical, vocal sounds that form words, like these:

"We are spirits in the material world.
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it's something we can't buy
There must be another way”

I am transitioning into another way.

"Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet”

I would no longer compromise life away, as I had in my marriage.

Then, in the black fucking pitch of night, I hear this:

"There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done”

I begin to feel hope and the day that is night is just beginning, instead of ending.

"Tout le monde est à moi”

I do not understand French, but I felt this.

"…I'm a walking nightmare, an arsenal of doom…”

Will I become that? Right now, I _am_ the Demolition Man.

"Too much information running through my brain
Too much information driving me insane”

Fucking A, do I have to Re-Humanize Myself?

"It's a subject we rarely mention
But when we do, we have this little invention
By pretending they're a different world from me
I show my responsibility”

LSD reveals the unconscious world that we ordinarily cannot perceive and I'm about to intertwine down into it. I dissolve into the consciousness of the sound. As I write this, it is almost as real as I experienced it, with the aid of music:

"The night came down, jungle sounds were in my ears
City screams are all I've heard in twenty years
The razor's edge of night, it cuts into my sleep
I sit upon the edge now
Shall I make that leap?”

Good God almighty, I was hearing the sounds of mountains, I've heard agonizing screams in the ER, I was now on the razors edge of night and I used to be on The Edge. I had already made the leap, with five hits of blotter.

"The echo makes me turn to see that last frontier.
The edge of time closes down as I disappear”

I vanish as I spiral down _into_ the sound. At this point, time ceased to exist, it had parsed down until it was closed.

"The time that's best is when surroundings fade away
The presence of another world comes close to me”

I understood, became one with the sound and interacted in it. I cannot explain it any other way; it's all vibrating and pulsating atoms, interacting and combining to create something completely new, out of nothing. Now expand that interaction and combination out from your mind, past our planet, to the solar system, expanding out past the galaxy, all the way to the edge of the universe, into the Universal Mind. All life is interactions of one thing with another. This wasn't a hallucination, it is reality.

When time finally regained its momentum, the sun was rising. I wasn't the Omegaman but I was so very fucking tired. Until I realized my Secret Journey.

"You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
You will see joy in this sadness
You will find this love you miss”

I would indeed find the love I missed, two years later.

"But darkness makes me fumble
For a key
To a door
That's wide open”

As my oneness with sound diminished its vibrations, I can't interpret it any other way but a voice/entity/being/force communicated with me:

"Go back and tell them you've been down to where the music is _made_.”

Finally, I just did

Thanks so much for sharing this experience!
I'm sure there's majik in it for the ones who need it.
The sound part makes total sense to me. I'm uncertain if there's scientifical proof behind it but that's not of import to me. The fact that I resonate with it is.
I've always had trouble putting my emotions, thoughts, desires etc into words and you do a rather great job here with yours.

 

[EnjoyingLife]

i've done that. decide the stuff is trash, eat more, and ten minutes later..."uh oh..."

Those are the experiences that typically turn out the most awe inspiring and\or life changing. In my experience anyways.
They may not be the most comfortable (sometimes they are) but you get the most from them.

 

[buzzmobile]

Watch what you say or buzz might think you are coming on to him

It took me a while to learn to love @Chi13. We are tight now.

 

[armedoldhippy]

the cage aint gonna hold them puppies !