Divine Moments of Truth

Today's word is agglomeration, which is why I'm shitfucking my ass all over Lemmy Shitposts, obviously. Also, I can't make my own community for whatever reason and am open to suggestions for my content as this is my second week on Lemmy. But, a synchronicity last night said I should not do agglomeration when I rolled it this morning. I should make this propaganda on DMT instead!

Amongst the handful of psychedelics I've done, I've only consumed DMT once, while I was in the literal cult that turned me into a slave in the vulnerable mental state I was in. The aliens are having me qrite qome qropaganda about that whole story (THIS is obviously how I get famous!), and some banana synchronicities reminded me, rather directly, about that one afternoon, the one man with HIV whom made me edit his book for "free" (in the community's cryptocurrency) brought out a big bag, maybe an ounce or two, of DMT and we smoked it in the one dorm on the property I THOUGHT was this revolutionary environmental nonprofit creating their own cryptocurrency, which was also a ruse, I found out

Strange what being lied to does to a person. But, this afternoon we took a break to go sit in a circle and take a hit from a pipe with weed and some of this stuff on top. They had previously drugged me on Halloween with an unknown psychedelic substance and put me in a state of extreme remorse, which made me a workaholic for them. Obedient. Yet, this was more pleasant, and I took as big of a hit as I could without taking from anyone else, to then release and lay back on the floor.

The most noteworthy thing at the smallish dose I had were the visuals. It started with me seeing a field of mesh strings which turned into the Buddha. He was happy. He then turned into a gold coin and began spinning, faster n faster until it broke "forward" in my vision, to create a black hole that bent ahead of me, behind my eyelids. I gazed outward/inward infinitely, to be told I was not ready for the big revelations, and things returned to mostly black, with some elevation in my mood.

A door opened. I felt it as I heard it. I then looked, and I FELT the trees outside, like there was an aspect of my consciousness that was reaching out now to make contact with the perceivable boundaries of the world I lived in, to gleam insight from them about their nature, but it was so fleeting, and soon after we were up and working again.

I've come to understand the topological matrix (reality making the "simulation") we are not IN but rather ARE, to some degree, having read things like sutras talking about concepts of "contact" in regards to perception and experiences both on n off substances that have led me to understand the relativity of my operating system and the entanglement process of Karma, and I can say that psychedelics let higher beings contact you in ways that make you understand them, or perhaps more accurately, these substances offer altered mental states that act like dazzle camouflage for these beings to contact you without worry of Knowledge spilling, becuz ur jist hi d00d!

Now what's on the news? I just want to know what reel things are going on in the world they say exists, but I Know is an illusion.