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Have any questions about Skull and Bones?
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I'm not quite that far gone.
Hypnotics simply don't act the same when you are fighting them as they do when you willingly take them or are foolish enough to believe you're sober.
If you want an experience on a hypnotic, you'll have that experience, you've convinced yourself that you will, so you do, and if its strong enough the visual effects will help to cement that belief.
But if you're fighting it...no. You might start to dip down that hole, but its a constant effort to pull yourself back out and cling to reality - whether its the feel of the pavement beneath your feet or the knowledge that you do not have to believe everything you're told, even if its washing into you with each wave as your heart beat pushes that drug further into your system. That's not going to leave you open to dancing around what people refer to as the astral plane. It's going to have you fighting that chemical every step of the way to retain your life and sanity.
Quoting: TlvmmCpoft ive done my share so I know what you mean... tho ive been thinking for a while about microdosing mushrooms for a bit. thats the only hypno ive ever had control over... i know you don't interact with that thing from the other thread anymore but do you still have any affiliation to those orgs? perhaps found one on the other side of the chess board?? or have you just tried to find normalcy since pulling yourself out of their hands. I'm trying to lead a normal and boring life. Been trying for decades. I'm pretty freaking good at it when I focus. That said, shit happens and this life was never my own. I just keep trying to reroute it to be mine. From a young age, I was forced into a very specific international political career field, treated as a child savant or similar in it. I don't think career training starts that early anywhere except maybe China. From a young age, it was already decided what country I would land in. It was discussed with doctors in front of me (they were worried an injury of mine might make adjusting to the country a minor challenge). And then it was discussed again in Skull and Bones when I was dragged in to an agreement to go to that country with all of the pomp and circumstance and BS ritual that comes along with making an agreement through that lot. So, when a series of bizarre events landed me in that country a decade or so ago, I wasn't surprised. Tired, fed up, exhausted, but not surprised. I got up, dusted myself off, and booked a flight out of there. That's pretty much how I approach it. What's the drug? A roofie like the one you use to get laid (not me, I hypnotize them with a simple shtick trick) And don't they come after you now you are leaking shit? They ran the gambit between hardcore hypnotics, deliriants, and yes - also essentially roofies. Someone from within the fold saved my life by handing the roofie type to me one day so I could experience it while knowing I was drugged. I learned to recognize the signs. I also may have ended up date raped (by someone else) while learning, but seriously, considering what I'd been through every other time, that was a small price to pay. As for if anyone has come after me...who knows. I had food delivered a couple weeks ago that had all of the symptoms of severe poisoning after the first bite. Was it food poisoning, was it a bizarre random allergy, or did someone put one of the most deadly organic poisons in my food? Who knows. Should I even care? I'm still breathing, and at the end of the day, that's what matters. I will say that I'm never ordering from that restaurant again.
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