[Brazilianguy]

(04-17-2019 12:56 PM)sterling_archer Wrote:  

@Brazilianguy

Have you ever encountered beings Castaneda refers to as "inorganic beings"? These are beings you can encounter in lucid dream, which are emissaries or foreign energies not part of your own astral bubble (your own dreamworld).

I read all of Castaneda´s books in my teens (before I got to know ayahuasca and spirit contact), but never experienced anything like what he describes.
He admitted his accounts were fake, and really were just an exercise in anthropology, but at the time UCLA muffled it because they were getting a lot of new students thanks to Castaneda´s widespread success in book sales.

If what you mean by "inorganic beings" are simply beings that are not part of your subconscious, then yes.
Spirits are independent beings just as you are. You are a complete, independent being and not a figment of my subsconscious.
The trick is that ayahuasca in low dosages will take you on a psychological journey, but in higher dosages it will open your spiritual eye to perceive subtle dimensions that are objective, so the beings you will encounter there also are.

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(04-14-2019 04:26 AM)Tex Wrote:  

Max hits his hits off the pipe and I see the look on his face. We're both a little jittery going into this because we know that whatever is going to happen, it's going to be ridiculous. So I was watching the look on his face real closely to see how we handled it.

After he did his hits, he had this look of panic and he was looking down at the pipe. He had this pissed off smirk like he remembered the punchline to some cruel joke that he was the target of. After about two seconds of that, he looked up and his face melted into this worried/sad expression when he saw me. He later would tell me that he was trying to communicate "Don't hit this pipe. It's worse than we thought," with that look.

(04-14-2019 04:26 AM)Tex Wrote:  

The final wave of realizations came as the pull started to completely take me. Maybe it's the most disturbing part of salvia. It's the realization that this place wasn't new to me. It was familiar. And I don't mean familiar in the sense of "I just smoked salvia X months ago." I mean familiar as in "I remember this place from memories I had from before I was born" familiar. Familiar like the place reminded me of truths I had once known, ideas I once had, places I had once been, and I forgot them, but as I was forgetting them the first time, I thought, "Man, I need to remember these things forever." Then I forgot them, and now that I was re-remembering them, I was thinking, "My God, how could I have ever forgotten this?"

I have heard so many times from trip reports that it's as if our life is a comedy to the salvia entities, and the primordial void is the real reality. Even googling "Salvia bad trip joke" will yield results.
Having seen lucid dreams where entities are telling me I'm stuck there for eons, salvia sounds so fucking menacing I wouldn't try it even if I got paid.