so how many of you have met satan on salvia or dmt?

not salvia or dmt but same intense theme. this is detailed. terrifying.

so basically these demons fool certain people with good trips so these shamans can fool other people into taking these intense drugs for a trip on the astral to hell.

I went to hell for a few minutes.

It was the anxiety self loathing vibration made manifest.

We go between heaven and hell with our thoughts and emotions on a daily basis is what I found out.

so this is the witchcraft and herbs that fallen angels taught man which lead to witchcraft and shamanism sorcery. if everybody went to hell on these drugs eventually no one would take them.

another ahuyauaysausyausyca vid

Interesting. I'd like to hear more, if there is more to tell.

you can meet satan at the dmv

no need for party favors

says his muscle bound friend who never did drugs bbefore told him satan was behind him...

Salvia did nothing for me. DMT/Yopo/Aya were just healing for me. I didn't 'meet' anything on them. Heroic dosing on mushrooms were also simply healing. Oh, I guess my dog (half coyote, shepard/akita) did chase some weird black and oily 'orb like, things out of my room when I smoked DMT? Does that count?

Why did my dog have a shared 'hallucination'?

You cannot trust or believe anything you experience on drugs. It's not real. Just like dreams, it's just your brain misfiring or malfunctioning.

Your brain makes these substances so did God malfunction? We have endogenous cannabinoids. They activate the largest system in our bodies. We make DMT, N,N,-DMT and pinoline if we are in darkness long enough and need to see in the dark. Mushrooms are helping people with TBI and PTSD.

So God (yes, I'm a born again) gave us misfires and malfunctions? Or did God leave hints and Qlues (sic)? You go look deep into your misconception of the Divine Plan and get back to me because you simply seem uneducated and brainwashed right now.

When you go over there, you realize it's more complicated than that.

And that's what people tell themselves to not have to concern themselves with the beyond.

I'll tell you genuinely, when I returned to my body, this felt like a more fake reality than hyperspace.

You can read my book in my sig for all of my experiences :)

Most were good! Profound healing to my genetics! Profound healing with my relationship with evil - transformed from fighting evil to healing evil.

But was also preyed upon by predators as well, which becomes as bad beyond imagination, I have been mutilated in those realms before learning better defense. I know the sorts that use the likes of sexual predators and torturers on this planet vicariously to get their fix.

Its like an energetic jungle with expressions of nature that mirror our own world, but more cartoony, more HD, brighter color and forms beyond physical limitations.

We'll all end up out there one day or another - in fact it seems we come from over there in the first place...

Whatever you express is mirrored and reflected in hyperspace in real time, the good and the beautiful, the bad and the ugly.

Controlling our thoughts, intents and actions is more important than we know...

Your brain is misfiring due to indoctrinated materialism.

Your brain is on drugs 24/7/365, and when in REM sleep is actually able to function extraordinarily more efficiently when it comes to certain processes. Whether the drugs it's under the influence of or states of operation it's in are endogenous or externally influenced matters little at the root of discussion of the effects of how the brain operates in relation to the perception of reality and how one translates that information into something meaningful within the context of one's own inner world governed by beliefs.

Would you tell a schizophrenic to not trust the reality granted by drugs and to rather trust the reality he or she perceives ordinarily rife with paranoid delusions and hallucinations?


IRT topic:

The worst thing I've ever encountered is the shadow of myself.

The entity called satan is little else but an egregore of unintegrated shadows.

If everyone were to face and accept the darkest parts of themselves, have the courage to forgive themselves, and be dedicated to denying it's influence upon one's decision making process, then that which is colloquially known as 'satan' would become utterly powerless.

But no... most are convinced to turn to another egregore for salvation from themselves.

Empower a duality of egregores rather than empower oneself. That is the choice that most are led astray to make.


DMT has the ability to crystallize or shatter one's beliefs. It can solidify what you believe to be true or it can shed light on what you question to be true.

I have!

As a schizophrenic I would have to say: Yes, sometimes you need to.

I for one pretty much know for sure that I am in contact with beings of some kind.

I was in a phase where I was brewing every different type of ayahuasca possible, ranging from mimosa root barks, to "chacruna" (psychotria viridis), "chaliponga" (diplopterys cabrerana), and many different acacias...some from Taiwan, and some all the way from Australia.

I was also mixing and matching the MAO-inhibiting components and testing different things, from syrian rue seeds as well as the (more traditional) banisteriopsis caapi vine. {This is all from memory, so there's likely to be spelling mistakes.}


On some weeks, I was dosing ayahuasca every other night, and was very vigilant in taking full audio and written records of every session so that I could analyze them in scrutiny later... (I used a custom playlist of "icaros" that I'd meticulously constructed for weeks prior to my initial 'outing.' - Icaros are songs and rhythms that shaman use to help navigate and guide the experiences.)


I also grew three very large salvia divinorum plants so,that I could partake in the fresh leaves. This allowed for "salvia" experiences that lasted for over an hour. (Ever watched an entire movie on salvia??)



If you haven't, then DON'T.


Growing 'salvia' was a very pleasant experience, mostly because I got to exercise a particular green thumb that I didn't know I had, and that I was able to grow the shit to heights exceeding a standard ceiling, indoors, and in the most sweltering, searing, awful, direct in-the-sun and heat condition that the worst-facing California window could ever provide...and yet they flourished...


But not exactly to my chagrin... I was so knee-deep in dried salvia leaves that I certainly couldn't give them away; mostly because nobody was stupid enough to try them more than once (and sorry for any that tried.) I wasn't exactly wanting to consume those leaves any more than what wasn't ever necessary...so there's that.


..but no, never any "Satan."

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I watched my buddy meet the archons on salvia. They were as surprised as he was, the drug just makes that plane more visible.

I did the real life meeting, it isn't hard.

I had a terrible experience years ago on that fake weed they called “spice.” I’d smoked it several times before with a friend who was trying to pass a drug test and never had any problems. One evening I ran out of real weed, couldn’t get any, and was having a crummy enough night that I decided to go get some of the fake stuff. I remember being asked which of two varieties I wanted. Being an experienced pothead I said I’d take the stronger one. I’ve always had a weird thing about imagery and I had a creepy feeling about the packaging but shrugged it off. I went home, smoked, watched tv, whatever.

Suddenly I found that I was completely paralyzed from head to toe and simultaneously I felt aware of an incredibly sinister presence in the corner of the ceiling to my right, where I couldn’t see it. I didn’t want to know what it was, but felt desperately that I needed to know. I couldn’t turn my head even an inch. I have never felt such sheer terror. I felt like there was a vision of a door in front of me. A huge ancient one like on a castle, in an enormous wall. And I felt that I had to open the door, but that if I did, I would die. I don’t know how long I say, unable to move, petrified, and using all my willpower to refuse moving toward the door. At one point I felt as if I didn’t reach out my hand for the handle, I would suffocate. But I knew too, that I wouldn’t have been reaching with my real arm. My real arm still couldn’t move.

I also experienced a complete inability to access information I should have known readily. I was not saved, but grew up in the church. I knew, from many years of instruction, that I was supposed to pray when I was in danger. But I couldn’t remember what prayer was. I couldn’t remember the names of God or Jesus, only that there were names I needed to recall. Earlier that day, Id have been able to sing dozens of hymns by heart. Sitting on my sofa, I tried desperately to remember the words to hymns, but my mind could only get as far as “songs about that guy.” I had forgotten even the word “hymns,” as well as their contents. Same for the Bible.

Salvia showed me that this world is a simulation

My vision got 2D and became a piece of paper , and then that vanished and i was not there anymore. I wasn't in my body

I was part of a network of many sleeping humans that were suspended in mid air next to each other. There were thousands if not millions of people in that vision all laying down most of them sleeping.

There was a few bodies like mine, who woke up in that state, and realised i was trapped in some alternate universe where everybody else is when they sleep.

there is gear mechanisms, zippers and other contraptions that unravel new things and spell things out for you.

Salvia is not a drug, it literally kills you and sucks your soul out of your body

I saw spinning steam roller that prints reality

The steam roller printed me back into this reality once i was coming back from the trip.

And what was a 5 minute trip felt like 10 years.

I was so happy to be back here. And that fucked me up for a few months. I could say more but then i would tell the point of life.

I met a demon on salvia once. It was many years ago and I was not experienced.

Sat in my shower for about an hour.

Why stop now?

The black orbs are a thing. Ive seen em, including on screens.

I haven't met the devil personally, nor am I an user of illicit substances.
With that being said, I'm a paramedic and I work in an EMS system known for an abundance of behavioral emergencies.

I'm a very skeptical person by nature. I'm not sure if that's due to nature or nurture. Regardless, as time has gone by, I've come to the conclusion that demonic possession is a very real thing. Sure, most behavioral emergencies are just legitimate mental illness usually stemming from medication non compliance. Though I have run calls that are unexplainable from a logical or medical standpoint.