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This video aims to showcase both scientifically what this experience is and philosophically what it means. The two together might answer the biggest question posed by both. Who are the entities? Entering oneself into the impossible realm DMT offers has its own difficulties. Coherently engaging with alien beings and processing what is shown is an entirely different level of hardship.
You might know that I keep tight records and feudal drawings of all my DMT experiences. One in particular changed my perspective of reality permanently. Let me set the scene. Maintaining focus in the face of absolute astonishment requires effort beyond the typical set and setting advice. like trying to do math on a roller coaster.
No matter the technique, the attempt to extract attentive information about the mysterious nature of reality is quickly replaced with absolute mind-boggling awe. To mitigate this, I did all the stuff. fasted, cleaning out the toxins, sat alone quiet, clearing out excess mind noise, and prayed out loud for the ability to engage.
All with the sole purpose of asking one particular question. Diving in, I was quickly confronted with the massive archetype, another world. I saw gargantuan floating hives made of mathy musical language rendered dense morphing growing and splitting within specifically five clear spatial dimensions. Last I knew I couldn't even make my mind imagine four.
The morphing of the hives were on purpose in a way that I cannot elaborate. And the work being done was by a swarm of sentience. Quasi digital machine insects chattering and building ceaselessly. The shapes were impossible and the colors brand new. The textures weren't solid, but absolute. The sounds were like an orgy of digital dolphins impersonating Megatron, making dialup signals amplified by sirens. Deja vu x 10.
as if I had been dreaming my entire human life and had just now woken up into actual objective reality. And that notion was backed up by an overwhelming sense of familiarity, a visitor now, but I am clearly native to this place. Despite the overwhelm, the question I intentionally burned into my psyche was able to surface.
Hey man, who are you and what's going on here? They responded the way you would respond if an ant on the table suddenly sat up, made eye contact, and posed the same inquiry. They responded in unison. Send him upstairs. They wanted to spill the beans, but were prohibited from doing so by a higher authority that I would encounter next if I could handle their answer.
They said, >> "We're glad you're here." >> I'm kidding. They said, "When you like what we build, you call us angels. When you hate what we build, you call us demons." These words do not illustrate the compounds of information hitting me like a million Minecraft bricks, pregnant with intention to convey the supposedly obvious.
They told me, "We are on the other side of your reality. Like a rug, you see the top surface of colored pattern. If you flip the rug over to the other side, not intended for viewing, you see the work done. Evidence of manual purpose that makes the rug exist. Without the understitching, the surface would come unraveled. But without the beauty of the surface, the unseen stitching has no purpose.
Both sides depend on the other. You are the artists and we are the manufacturers of this shared fabric of reality. Everything you think, say, and do with your free will is a catalyst to our work. Why do humans so often choose rage and despair? We have to build those worlds, too. So, I'm watching them process our collective mood, a non-quantifiable presubstance through machinery and export it as data.
then emit that radiation into the hives that jiggle into quantifiable units of form. I asked the question, "Is this happening inside of me?" They said, "Yes, but also everywhere else." I said, "Is this view objective?" "No, this is a way for you to understand." I said, "That means that my experience of this place was already processed by itself.
" They said, "Now you're getting it. who set this up and why? To which they responded, "That answer is above our pay grade. Good luck." Then, without my readiness, they unzipped the fabric of that reality, and I was swallowed whole by what the swarm previously called the upstairs.
To say it was overwhelming is an understatement. Concept familiarities like Up and Down, Time, and Distance were, like my former body, annihilated. The entire horizon was the top half of a female being. She put the entire system into place and was happy to share her reason for doing so. But here's the problem. She did. Everything came off the hinges.
Connecting lines of light like webs to various dots of singularity. She demonstrated how the connections form laws of absolution. The resulting symbols emitted a power that no sentient being should be able to handle. I was utterly obliterated by madness. My human intention to remain coherent and retain information meant smitherreens.
Havingarrived at the absolute brink of human comprehension. It hurts to even think about. Her presence burned mine and my mind felt the pain. This was not her intention. Perhaps others before me could handle it. With unconditional love and maybe a sprinkle of disappointment, she let me fall back through the previous spheres and into my tangible home on the couch.
This existential crisis I volunteered for felt like I had been taken and shown things against my will because I like believing certain things about my reality have ground like solidity and permanence. So the most beautiful parts were also the most disturbing. Their eyes could pierce my protective walls. Their presence means no secrets, no privacy.
There is no real world protection against this. No authority on Earth can reach that far with law. They do their work in spatial dimensions that our mamian biology can't detect. But they can see us. What would it take to become comfortable with this vulnerability? If we were at peace with ourselves, would fear even exist? Or would we celebrate the openness of a shared reality? Of all of these questions, one haunts me.
What if this was experienced by a person who did not volunteer for it like I had? Who could possibly be there to help them stay sane? Well, that question reveals something unexpected but not surprising. Throughout all of human history, this happens all the time. And now we have the neuroscience to prove it. There are coincidences that deserve a second look and then there are synchronicities that cannot be ignored.
Allow me to explain the difference. A coincidence. In reports from both DMT research and so-called alien abductions, people declare a contact with intelligent beings. A sharing of thought reveals them to be mind-bogglingly advanced. They pry into the mind of the human experiencer for reasons far too abstract for human understanding.
Similarities include being taken away from our familiar reality, being examined often medically, uh being given urgent informationational downloads, and most importantly, the entities doing this take on a form and often make it clear that this is a must. These examples have biblical and shimonic parallels as well. We'll get to that.
Asynchronicity is when these so-called coincidences emerge into our objective shared world as events subject to measure and date. In 1990, Dr. Rick Strossman had suspicions that DMT experiences were not typical hallucinations. His now famous DMT trials on a wide variety of participants showcase results that really shook the established science at the time and still today.
At the same damn time, world-renowned Harvard psychologist Dr. John Mack was upsetting established psychology by suggesting that there is way more to alien abduction than our culture has made it out to be. Two respected figures simultaneously onto something not just groundbreaking, but earthshattering. That a yet to be realized spiritual element was causal to each inexplicable phenomena at hand.
and that these happenings have truly ancient roots. Both men were looking at results branching from the same trunk, indicating hidden roots, detrimentally important to the growth of humanity. Thanks to modern cats like Dr. Andrew Gallamore, the newest science is turning that suspicion into fact. But first, let's play a game.
I'm going to read a few firstirhand accounts. You guess if it's from the DMT trials of Dr. Rick Stman or the abduction studies of Dr. John Mack. Tally how many you get right or just shout at the screen like it's Blues Clues. Have fun with it. Account number one. Jeremiah says, "I felt like an infant to them. A machine in the sensor of the room had round conduits writhing not like a snake but in a technical manner.
It felt like it was reprogramming me. There was a human person standing on a council observing results from the machine about my brain. I am not speaking in metaphors and I am not hallucinating. It's too proximal. They don't return you to where you left off, but to where things have gone since their work.
I'll give you a moment to mark your answers. And Jeremy at number one was a clinical volunteer for DMT research. Now moving on to Isabella. When I first sense the presence of the beings, I hear these tones and the air becomes charged. There is an earthquake in my body as it warms up and the energy reaches the top of my head.
It's as if my cells are coming apart. They made it energy with their hands. Their hands can change structure. A female being touched my head and I was on the other side. I felt whole. Mark your answers. If you need to pause, do that now. Isabella was speaking to Dr. John Mack. She's an abductee. Moving on to number three.
Philip says, "They took me above a strange landscape like Earth, but not. There were telescopes and microwave dishes or water towers, things with antenna. The sun was different colors than ours." Mark your answers. And Philillip was on DMT, sweetie. Moving along to number four. Catherinerecalls her experience by saying it feels like home, the source.
It's not bounded by any particular dimension, universe, or place in time. It's the energy that surrounds everything and makes life do whatever it's supposed to do. It gives energy its energy. There is a knowledge so powerful we can be aware of our full potential. But if we were to face what we truly are, the trauma would be so enormous the body would disintegrate.
There is nothing I can conceive of that isn't understood. You got it. Okay. Well, Catherine was giving her accounts to Dr. John Mack. She's an abductee. Number five, Chris says, "They used their hands to feel my eyes and face. They were recognizing me and identifying me. There were three beings. Despite having physical form, rays were coming out of and into their bodies.
They were reptilian humanoids trying to make me understand with gestures, intending me to look inside their bodies. I saw and understood reproduction what it's like before birth, the passage into the body. It's an easy one, right? Well, Mr. Chris was a volunteer under.3 mg of DMT in Stman's tolerance study.
Up next, we got Rex, who is not a dog, but actually a carpenter by trade. Kind of the same thing, though. One of them began reassuring me because their machinery was initially very sinister. I felt like dying when a female being with an elongated head accompanied me, bringing on deep relaxation and tranquility. The rest began pouring information into me, but it was so intense that I couldn't bear it.
She wanted to show me how to use the machines to communicate with her through the device, but I couldn't figure it out. I felt wet stuff as they were dripping something on my body. They wanted me to join and stay with them and I was tempted even after the wet stuff. Rex. Okay, bro. Weird. Confirms the carpenter thing.
Anywh who, Rex and his sloppy shower was brought to you by the pleasant folks over at DMT. splitting hairs at this point, right? Number seven, Karen recalls, "I no longer fear death." They peel off the layers and the lessons start happening. I'm not going to be annihilated by my own pain. Pain is synonymous with lesson. There I was.
There's just pure existence and no barriers. If you guessed DMT, I don't blame you. But guess better because Karen was explaining her abduction to Dr. John Mack. All right, one more and we need to move on to figuring out who these entities are. Last but not least is Sarah. They were glad to see me, indicating prior contact with me before.
They wanted to learn about my physical body. Did they have the option of communing with Jessica Alba? I mean priorities. They said humans exist on many levels. They were collecting blood and heart data and appreciated my doing it for them. The equipment used were like sticks with teardrops coming out. I wanted to be a bridge for them because I always knew we weren't alone in the universe.
All right, that one's got abduction written all over it. Right. Well, no. Sarah was one of many to embrace the beautiful terror of Stman's Cosmic Science Fair project on DMT. So, I am actually curious how you did. So, drop your score in the comments and uh you'll see me in there. So, I kind of obviously picked abduction scenarios that seem like DMT and DMT scenarios that seem like abduction, >> but just to kind of put that point in there that there's there's something similar.
>> Yeah. Sometimes you got to cherry pick a little bit. >> Yeah. You know, you cherry pick with love. >> Right. Right. >> If they can do it with the Bible, I can do it with uh abduction reports. >> Nice. All of the above will sound very familiar to any seasoned psychonaut. In fact, Dr.
Rick Strossman himself was so struck by these similarities that he mentions Dr. Max's research in a lessernown but absolutely wonderful book called Inner Past Outer Space where he writes in all cases the individuals are absolutely under the control of the beings in a situation that they consistently describe as more real than real.
beings are busily moving around attending to tasks the subjects do not understand. Some abductees feel some type of neurossychological reprogramming or a transfer of information involving unusual visual symbols rather than words or sounds. They may feel their psyche has been transformed. The alien beings appear to be greatly interested in our physicality and emotionality.
Some abductees report being greeted a type of welcome back reaction. Keep that in mind for later. Perhaps elevations in indogenous DMT levels occurred in individuals who experienced an alien abduction. Supporting this theory is the fact that many of Max volunteers were under tremendous stress before their abduction experiences.
And we know that DMT levels in the brain rise in response to stress. Important to note that that hypothesis is not an explanation to abduction, but instead deepens the mystery as to who these alien entities are. Like Dr. Straman has said himself, theseencounters are real and do happen in reality, just not in a reality we usually inhabit.
Think of an X-ray or a microscope. The things we see with those tools are alien to us because they can't be seen without the proper equipment and the knowhow to work them. So the two fields have merged. What this does not indicate is the plausibility of these experiences being objectively real. So let's take a look at some anomalies.
All hallucinogens build tolerance, no matter if it's a natural plant or a synthesized chemical. Science and experience show that use of any drug creates immunity. DMT is the only one that does not follow that law. Injected or ingested daytoday or even backtoback, it never loses potency. The science behind this claim is not only a certainty, but a biological impossibility.
The human body thrives on its ability to self-immune, making its utter submission to DMT strange and to biologists downright frightening. But this gets so much weirder because also unlike its hallucinogenic siblings, DMT is the only one that can prohibit specific people from experiencing its power. Known as the DMT lockout, abusers are completely denied access.
This has been known for decades by recreational users seeking a thrill. They can up the dosage all they want to absolutely no effect. Besides the occasional like flash of a big red X or just an audible nope, scientists assumed this was some new kind of tolerance. But the results aimed to hack this blockage only produced more mystery.
We can now see what parts of the brain receive a drug. The 5HT2A receptor exposed to LSD, for example, will desensitize to it. DMT is different. It repeatedly always binds to the 5HT2A receptor. Now with a person who is locked out, the DMT still binds receptor engaged. All systems go and still has absolutely no effect on consciousness.
This is unprecedented. It impossibly indicates a free will of the molecule itself if not the entities on the other side. We'll come back to that. DMT is also unique in its abundance in the living world as truly ubiquitous. It's found in pretty much all plants and animals. In humans, it's produced by the liver and lungs to play an important yet unknown role in the pineal gland.
This alone separates it from other hallucinogens. But how weird is it to have such a universal biological function? Look at each psychedelic and its active chemical compound. Peyote produces measculine, mushrooms produce psilocybin, cannabis produces THC and so on. To get the effective compound, you got to go to the particular plant that hosts it.
This is again not the case with DMT which can be unlocked with breathing techniques or crea yoga practices. This is what makes it endogenous rather than just enthogenic like its neighbors. The uniqueness of DMT keeps on slapping though. It is deliberately kind to novice users and tends to be more stern with veterans. It comes on quick and leaves just as quickly.
What makes that interesting is its deliberate replacement of the user's world. Meaning it doesn't just alter the surroundings and consciousness like other psychedelics, but instead seems to zap us into an entirely different place altogether. Terrence McKenna called this a reality channel switch. Think of an old TV that uses an antenna to pick up various channels to show on the screen.
There is a static between channels that has to be crossed over by turning the dial until the receiver is in tune with the frequency of the next channel. Metaphorically, if you are the TV set and the various channels are levels of reality, then DMT is the dial that switches the channel frequency. All psychedelics work to loosen up your current channel and the static between coherent frequencies will pour into your experiencing causing augmentations to your unique reality that is the screen.
You might have realizations that would have otherwise never occurred to you as the static information from the other channels kind of leak through. But DMT doesn't bother loitering around static. They call it blasting off. Instead of leaking bits and pieces of other channels onto your screen, like the psychedelic dial, it abruptly changes the channel like a remote control.
More real than real. They say it's my personal speculation that there are higher pitched realities that when experienced are unmuddled by our nervous system getting in the way by processing it. Living behind a body is to experience a sliver of a reality that has been filtered and whittleled down to only what we need and on a need to know basis.
When extra sneaks in, madness creeps up and the nervous system filter engages. Not as a biological side effect, but like cars are built specifically optimized for the road. The filter feature comes free, built in to our vehicles as a factory default, courtesy of nature's production line. If that filter is removed, the entirety of reality would come pouring in unobstructed.
every channel on the screen at once. DMT prefers to selectjust one. When we change the channel of our personal antenna, that filter would not be able to come with us because the nervous system is a feature forged by this particular channel alone. Call it channel 4, the cube. So with DMT, we are changing the channel and then viewing it directly without the nervous system processing it down and exporting a body safe experience of time space.
More real than real indeed. That speculation backs up into an interesting fact. Neurologically brain activity on DMT is not to be confused with the dream state. Despite the popular belief, the newest data shows a distinct differentiation. So before we dive into who these entities are and where they come from, we need to ask ourselves, how do they get in the first place? What's actually happening in the brain? >> What's happening? Are you going to tell us? >> I got to tell you, it's going to be mandatory information before we get to
the end cuz the end is going to be When it comes to observations about our living world, Aldis Huxley is the absolute OG. He sees things clearly. Okay, this is why they would rather unban dystopian fictions like 1984 than see Huxley's much more accurate Brave New World on campus. Different episode. Huxley really puts the reader in the room, but also has a superpower that few writers can imagine having.
Pattern recognition, observing something to outline its potential, tracing not its past, but its future. On May 4th, 1953, Huxley took 400 mgrams of measculine to observe and report what happens within. The resulting book, Doors of Perception, takes the reader through his trip report and comes to a sharp conclusion as to why hallucinogens work.
He surmised that the brain works as a reducing valve that builds reality out of the information filtered by the nervous system. It builds our world, but not enough to overwhelm the fragile human psyche. His hypothesis was simple. Hallucinogens disrupt the reducing valve. A frightening indication that the worlds and entities we experience on DMT are right here, right now.
Just like every website, TV channel, and nearby radio station is right here. In Doors of Perception, he reports being overwhelmed by the beauty of normal everyday objects. He goes from finding it disturbingly beautiful to completely unbearable to witness. A year later, he doubled down in a lesserk known book called Heaven and Hell, where he addresses the entities, writing, "You do not invent these creatures any more than you invent marsupials.
They live their own lives in complete independence. A man cannot control them. He is looking at an entirely new creation. These bold words can surely be disproven by modern science. Right? I mean, if today's neuroscience was to put these claims to the test, it wouldn't result in an overwhelming confirmation of Huxley's conclusions with findings that are so startling that they would have to be ignored by the mainstream is absolutely anomalous to a degree that would assert panic onto a population naively assuming that the world is a
true reflection of its face value. Right. Yeah. The newest science will certainly put this claim to bed. Enter Dr. Andrew Galammore here to carry on the torch of Dr. Stman's research. His response to theories that our brain creates the DMT world is as if the brain is using a language it never learned to speak, building models it never learned to construct, and doing so flawlessly.
He adds that is more likely for a 5-year-old British child to confidently speak fluent Siberian upic inspired by nothing but mouthfuls of frosted miniwheats in what is probably the most specific example I've ever entertained. It's fun. The specificity of that example is the absurdity required to get this point across.
The brain is complex enough to experience the abstract and absurd, but utterly unable to generate what it knows nothing about any more than you can explain color to the born blind. Another reason that DMT is not a psychedelic. The word psychedelic means mind manifest. In short, our entire experience of our entire world is literally and only made of predictions sorted out by the brain.
like a reducing valve. He breaks it all down in his excellent new book, Death by Astonishment. For the full picture, you'll have to get this unit yourself. Let's take a peek at my favorite nuggets. Okay, I'm going to mow through this. Send me good vibes. You got it. This part gets dense. World building is largely the responsibility of the thin outer layer of the brain known as the cerebral cortex, which is a folded sheet built from a bewilderingly complex network of billions of information generating cells known as neurons connected mainly via specialized
chemical junctions called sinapses. Each neuron encodes information by generating patterns of electrical signals called action potentials. each appear as brief spikes when the electrical activity inside a neuron is measured. The sinapses allow neurons to speak to other neurons, sharing information that canflow through the cortex in a tightly orchestrated manner, generating patterns of neural activity that represent the structure, content, and meaning of your world.
It's important to point out that this is not to claim that consciousness itself is generated by your brain. Why you are conscious is an entirely other question. When sensory information enters the brain, these cells begin firing sequences passed to an area at the back of the cortex known as the primary cortex. This pattern of activity is as close as your cortex will get to the external world, but in and of itself has no meaning.
It's your brain's job to impose meaning on this pattern by using it to build models that guide your behavior. If you've ever seen a traditional handdrawn animation artist at work, you'll notice they don't redraw an entire scene for each frame. That would be a colossal waste of time and energy. rather they only redraw what changes between frames.
The cortex can use this same principle. It can simply update the model if something changes. Since neurons use energy, information processing is expensive. It doesn't make sense for the brain to absorb and process any more sensory information than it requires to maintain its world model. Although you're entirely unaware of it, this is precisely how your brain is modeling your world at this very moment.
Your cortex has taken this noisy pattern of information and used its store of object models and concepts to impose meaning on it to construct a model of the environment that you can respond to and interact with. But how does your brain know when it's settled on accurate objects and concepts in modeling your world? In short, it doesn't.
Your brain only ever has access to the noisy patterns of sensory information. It can't somehow check if there's actually anything out there. The model that wins is simply the one that best predicts the ongoing evolution of information arriving. The brain has no yard stick by which to measure the truth of its world, nor does it care. Your brain is only interested in building models to give you the greatest chance to survive and reproduce.
To appreciate how skilled your brain has become in building your world, you need to only fall asleep. The dream world is remarkably similar to the waking world. What makes the dream less real is not what it's made from, but its relationship to the environment. This is why dreams tend to be more fluid and unstable, shifting from scene to scene.
The brain has the freedom to explore its stored models without being held accountable to sensory testing. So that begs the question, is the DMT experience related to the dream state? This is the explanation that most scientists will cling to as if their life depended on it.
For most, the alternative is simply unthinkable. Unfortunately, things turn out to be nowhere near as easy to dismiss as this. The fact that your brain can construct incredibly detailed, stable, and functional models of the environment is not in question since all experienced worlds must be represented by patterns of information generated by the cortex.
But to fabricate them entirely independent of some external source of sensory information, then we need to sincerely consider the possibility that they represent something far stranger. Drugs that selectively bind to the 5HT2A receptor subtype would stimulate large numbers of neurons across the cortex. The overall effect induced by the molecule DMT would be an unholy amalgam of spontaneously emerging cortical patterns stored object models and imagery drawn from memory.
to explain them away as spontaneous emergent neural activity seemed utterly preposterous. Clearly, there was much more going on here. It is a world that the brain should not know how to build. It is a world that should not exist. And yet, there it is. DMT means to confront not merely a different world, but one that is frankly impossible.
We ain't on EEG machines anymore. We're doing full-blown MRI stuff at this point. Basically, under proper equipment, we see that DMT experiences are processed as either actually happening or having once happened before. The difference is clear. When the brain dreams, it fires neurons that collect and categorize information to help the dreaming individual make further sense of the world.
The parts that decode objective experience remain dark or quiet because unbeknownst to us, the brain does know the difference. In the case of DMT, we see the opposite. Even with eyes closed in a full dark MRI machine, we are seeing something that is either there or a memory of what once was.
And I am suddenly reminded of what the entities so often say. Welcome back. Our buddy Graham Hancock, no stranger to DMT, has some insights eerily parallel to this notion and conjunct with what our alien abductees have come to call screen memories. Real quick, a screen memory is supposedly how the grays cover their tracks.
It is a playback recording shown to an abductee, keeping them busywhile they work on whatever it is that's far too abstract for a human to grasp. It reduces the panic and future freakouts that follow such a dramatic experience. Now, I realize abduction is not Graham's forte, but I can't help being reminded of his story about DMT entities having particular recordings prepared for his arrival.
In his essay mouthfully entitled Investigation of Occult Realities Using the Spirit Molecule, he writes that they create wonderfully visual immersive experiences to impose themselves invasively exhibiting capacity to methodolically elicit a sequence of fast-paced emotions, suggesting my psyche was being expertly puppeteered by something that understands the terrain and mechanics of human consciousness.
This wo he goes on to speculate entities to be a living code constructing the matrix underlining reality writing this is what it seems a galactic intelligence. It knows the history of hundreds of thousands of civilizations. To me this begs a question. How can it know such histories unless it was outside the reality that platforms those histories? That level of intel requires a cidurial point of view rather than just a sharp one.
Think of a marine biologist studying fish. He can't deduce informed conclusions while down in the water. He has to take on the avatar of a fish with a wet suit, an air tank to collect samples, etc. But then he retreats back to his airond conditioned office to real inconclusive results. How we doing? No heat issues. >> Besides these bars.
>> That's right. Nothing but heat. >> Let me stack these appropriately. Oh yeah. Oh, there's nothing better than just a firm stack of paper. >> Firm stack. Well, babe. All right. Nothing weird about the marine biologist from our point of view, but certainly very alien to the fishes where their bar buddies might not believe his story about coming face to face with a human.
Like the more crazed fish might have claimed, the alien humans will use decoys to fool us fishes in order to pry into our fishy secrets. This make a great kids book. At which point, if a fish sees past this clever decoy, accidentally seeing the ineffable human beings firsthand, the biologist will calmly attempt to signal that he is safe, so that the fish won't swim away in fear.
Maybe his own human way of saying, "Be not afraid. Swipe that kiss of your death. Three words that echo throughout this entire subject all the way back to ancient times. Be not afraid. In lie its biblical connotation. This simple message makes me think of today's subjects as unified modern renderings of ancient shamanic and biblical encounters.
Ancient run-ins with the divine didn't just affect the bewildered, but changed the course of humanity, building and destroying empires and sprouting entire world religions in its wake. In fact, variations of the phrase do not be afraid appear around biblical literature upwards of 365 times, so every day with a pun intended.
In strictly the canonical, it is uttered by angels over 140 times. The reason is clear. When a person is chased down and confronted by a flaming wheelhouse of flying eyeballs, it tends to cause a little stress. There's that word again. Stress. H. But this throws us headon into another important question.
What's up with all the eyeballs? What kind is this? Give me nicotine. Give me nicotine. >> I've been trying to cut back on the vape ever since I found out the unregulated ones have lead in them. >> That's why I switched to this thing. Oh, really? >> Prepackaged ones. >> Yeah, they the disposable ones. >> Make me weeze and [ __ ] >> Yeah, right.
>> Between biblically accurate angels and modern abductions by the grays and just about every painting by this cat, plausibly depicting our foremost subject. Of course, there is a persistence of communication through the eyes. But why eyes? If you ask me, the reason is clear to see. And I mean literally. but in reverse.
Let me riff for a second. Humans are naturally symbolic in psyche. So when something is super obvious, we tend to look right past it, assuming some kind of cryptic meaning. Sometimes things work fine at face value and don't need to be decoded as something more. Pause while couples exchange accusing looks. In the case of hyper intelligent entities having soulpiercing eyes all the way to being literally a swarm of fiery feathered eyeballs.
This is the best way to convey sentience to a person that may or may not be freaking out. Think about it. Eyes are alive and aware above all else. Any other familiar body part, say an ear or a leg, is just that, an ear or a leg, and wouldn't convey a sense of living awareness outside of its job to hear or walk.
Plus, if it were ears, the entities would probably have to say, "Be not weirded out right now. The eye is an archetype of sheer sentient awareness at square one. And the first thing to get out of the way if you are a formless being trying to communicate digress because those words form and communicate come with ourbiggest hint as to who and what these entities are.
You'll notice eyes seem necessary in ecstatic communication. But despite all of this communication taking place, the formation of a mouth is rarely if ever utilized by these beings. Even in the most tangible archetype, the gray alien, the mouth is described as barely there, especially in contrast to staring down the intra-cychic shotgun barrel of these twin hams upstairs.
This is a brass indication that they themselves are not anatomically singular with the structure we see them as, i.e. those ain't their bodies, and the idea of a homebased form is probably alien to them. Clearly, both the grays and DMT entities are fascinated with our reproductive biology.
But this notion of intrigue might go much deeper than just biological research. Some rather passionate DMT recreationalists have mustered the certitude to ask their otherwise otherworldly hosts, "Is this your true form?" The answer is always no. often accompanied with a resounding not even close. This form is a way for you to comprehend us. They call them the formless.
And formlessness is an archetypal staple throughout biblical and shamanic lore as well. Those unlucky fools who are clever enough for a follow-up quandry always asks the same question. Well, let's see it. Can I see your true form? In answering this, we see slight variations between angels, entities, and alien beings who either say no or give a quick warning before overwhelming the mortal human mind with a fear they will never be able to describe to a therapist or a counselor without being put on a brand new set of medications. Prescriptions
that don't work but cause unbearable withdrawals when you stop taking them. Digress. All right, we're coming off the rails a little bit, but at least I'm not calling it deemer like your obnoxious cousin with the W in his name. I too took a long break once from the MQL once upon a time after I too had the audacity.
Let me see the real you. Sure enough, my host went from a comparably comforting swarm of eyeballs and lightning wing dings into something that makes me even think about. I wasn't ready for it and I don't see how anyone could be. All of a sudden, I understood your boy Howard a lot better and relate with new paranoia unlocked as to why he writes of a man who gouges his own eyes out to avoid witnessing some non-ucleadian abomination with no parallel lines and is jaywalking too probably and other tom foolery maybe gerrymandering.
Likewise, I also came to better understand parts of the Bible that depict this fright with a poet's rhetoric. Daniel in 10 5-9 had the balls to lift his eyes to an angel only to find that its body was like buril and his face like the breaking of lightning and no strength remained in me. In Judges 13, Monoah and his crew fall to their faces, assuming, "Surely we will die now that we have seen the face of God.
" Isaiah 6 1-5 and John in Revelation 22 are singing similar tunes when they collapse in fear and worship at the sight of what must be God, but are quickly corrected by an angel who says, "You must not do that. I am a fellow servant." Amazing that all of the above, angels, aliens, and entities will not hesitate to claim, "Hey man, I just work here.
" Despite being leagues above human imagination, they have a goal. And I wonder if this is caused for some misconceptions about their identity. Like the cat with a fishing lure stuck in its lip assumes its helper to be an attacker. If a job needs done or a lesson learned, more thorough help needed, etc., and their very presence is frightening to the human in the first place, the side effect of that human stress is an assumption toward demonic forces.
I left out an important example from our game earlier. I didn't want to dampen the mood, but it needs to be included here because there are many like this and I know personally. One of the volunteers, an unnamed woman, about 3 minutes after the injection, it became quite obvious that she wasn't exactly enjoying the experience.
She suddenly became quite disturbed by the rapidly intensifying visions. Quote, "It's frightening since I can't terminate it." with her eyes kept wide open, staring fixedly at things only she could see. Her distress only intensified until she eventually demanded that someone put an end to her suffering permanently. "Give me something so that I shall die quickly," she said.
Fortunately, the scientist decided against the solution and a few minutes later, having apparently tired herself out, the woman slumped back and became motionless. However, just a few minutes later, she suddenly addressed the scientist directly with more than a hint of reproach, crying out, "Kill me! How were you able to do such?" And it goes on.
This little pseudo manuscript contains a recording of each of my personal travels. All except for one. In short, a mechanical fly holding a weird box looked at me and smiled with a full set of human teeth and opened the box. Outcame everything I feared and things I didn't know I feared. Dread is not even the right word.
In his world, my attentive focus was on a manual leash. I couldn't look away, nor could I even speak out against it. There was no you got to tough it out until the trip is over. That spiel doesn't work when it has access to the reactivity controls that you thought were yours. All you can do is freak out. Months later, I knew I had to face my fear and go back in.
>> As you can see, the more you [ __ ] around, the more you're going to find out >> to better understand myself. Plus, I couldn't let that be my final experience with it. Cuz then the demon wins, right? Nah, not today, son. I figured this brush with a demon means to aim more carefully.
So, my next run cleared some things up and left others a mystery. Of course, my host this time tooured me over a circuit board landscape packed with various boxes. Each box was one of my experiences. The trip was pleasant and informative. As my host was urgent yet calmly dishing out various musings, he paused because he saw me notice it.
One of the boxes was black like a rotten tooth in an otherwise healthy line of mers. It was an export of my experience with the fly. The worst experience of my life right there, fleshed out on repeat to be seen from our safe and distant perspective. Without hesitation, I said, "I'll visit anywhere, but I don't want to come near that box.
" Then he said one line that echoes throughout my entire life, probably forever. You don't have to, but if you can sit in that box voluntarily and be at peace, you'll be free. My host was making clear to me the sacrifice needed for total liberation in this life and the next and the next and the next.
The kind of sacrifice made by the Christ, Verariccha, Th all them, the whole gang. The sacrifice needed to live outside of time space samsara is to experience it in full. But it can be ushered by a quickening, an unimaginably dark process of alchemy. Well, in that moment, I chickenened out. My host was neither surprised nor disappointed.
I can't do it all at once. But since then, I have made a conscious effort to move in the direction of that black cube in slow increments by doing things that are hard. Growing immune to the pain and then increasing the hardness. Don't confuse this with physical endurance alone though.
Walking on hot coals is a global tradition, but it's symbolic of something much bigger. There are dark forces working on Earth, paranormal or not. The pain we absorb takes some of that weight off of the rest of the world. Sounds mystical, but is actually grounded in logical cause and effect. Battered hands and beaten feet adapt by growing a hard callous surface.
The same goes for mind, emotions, and psyche, becoming skill, and knowhow. But now you're dangerous. So you seek higher virtues from wiser men and women. They all sang the same tune. Keep the sword sheathed and the mind shepherded. This is the whip and staff of the pharaoh who was king of himself first before he was qualified to king nations.
He has volunteered to endure the black cube and willfully so. I might have brushed up with a demon who got the best of me. Sure. And that demon might exist objectively outside of my experience also. Sure. But above that black cube, I was looking down at the experience at the same time with a host who was kind enough to walk me through it.
Was the teethy fly guy a fraction of my wiser host? I don't know, and I might never know. But that ignorance might be the point when learning what we need to learn. Think of your child taking a written test. You see them select C when the answer is B. You can't tell them the answer is B.
That's cheating and they'll fail the test by default. So instead, you make a throat clearing noise or accidentally kick the leg of his chair. The entities in gray that we have encountered for all of human history won't let us grow up in a safe disinfected bubble. Like babies not exposed to peanuts, we'd become allergic children.
Unfortunately, this requires a cosmic tough love, a cosmic abandonment that feels like cosmic indifference. So, finding the identity of these cosmic absent fathers can't be done with neuroscience and/or plausibly watered down biblical literature alone. Even direct experience with 70 mg of DMT tends to be a fleeting reunion at most. For a clearer picture with solid foundation, we need to visit human people just like us who are actually close friends with these entities.
We need to learn from those whose literal job description is as intermediary between us and the unseen. We should turn to the most misunderstood people on earth. People that the modern western world has come to call skitso, but the rest of the world know better as shamans. Before and throughout history, shamanism has been a job.
Individuals were obligated to fill that role. Today's a bit topheavy. A lot more people are eager to be called healers and seers. The authentic history is much darker.Chosen against his will by the wisest elders, the reluctant shaman was required to isolate and endure painful ritualistic practices to make sure that he or she could handle a life of strange intermediate communication between worlds.
Luckily nowadays, Shawn can get you a 20% discount on remote healing by typing his discount code namaste into Etsy. Shimonic cave art like the wounded man in Lasco and others all over Africa and Siberian Arctic depict strange anthropomorphic shapeshifting with dots and spirals that suggest this morphing is gifted or engaged by something formless.
Other worldly beings teach the shaman to fight back against parasitical entities who feed on the spiritual nature of mankind, protecting those naive to the war by absorbing its attacks on their behalf. Man, this feels familiar. Almost like I read 40 tiny books about it when I was a kid. Thank you, Miss Applegate. Perhaps you can teach Miss Rollins to give kids nightmares, too. JK.
Darker aspects like bodily mutilation further prepare the shaman. During ecstatic trance, a shaman might be torn to shreds by some chimera who remorselessly removes organs one by one and replaces them. not with fresh ones in an attempt to outlive the children who needed those hearts, but instead with more spiritually conductive, precious stones or animal parts.
If I had to guess, the removal of flesh might make clear the unnecessity of it. A person is in many ways attached to the world and their place in it, especially through the vehicle they inhabit. Raw fear in its purest form is fueled by that fragility. Fear won't fit in the job description of the shaman. However, so the home base of all fear and attachment triggering is torn away.
Forcing the shaman to accept his role takes a tough teaching that he no longer depends on the flesh, much less the sorrows and joys that come with it. For the native agora, this procedure is literal. Let's skip that though and brighten it up a bit. My niece is watching. One such true reflection of the ancient past is a people of the Peruvian Amazon called the pro. Dr.
Galamore actually describes pro-shamanic knowledge as parallel to his own understanding of neuroscience. After reading from Andrew's book, I'll call that one hell of a statement. Not for its humility, but for its wisdom. Dr. Galammore doesn't make the mistake of equating terminological jargon with insight and intelligence.
He understands that the knowledge of the pro people will be expressed in a different way than his lab coatwearing colleagues. Simply recognizing this would give scientists of any trade a clear view of their own blind spots by the way. But what do the pro people say about these alien entities? The pirro word for our elusive alien entities is caulu, meaning the ones who cause the visions to be seen.
This definition is too obvious at face value, but a closer look reveals something important. The ones who cause the visions followed by to be seen. Like anything ancient or deeply esoteric, no part of that is rhetorical filler. Every word has a directed purpose. The ones who cause the visions to be seen. This is the biggest hit so far.
Let's break it down. Long-d distanceance contact with the otherwise imperceptible Culu is made available through a DMT soup, Iawasa. Because the caulu have no true intrinsic form to be seen. When we encounter machine elves on DMT, we are quick to assume that we have spoken with elves made of machinery. The shaman, continuously exposed to this kind of experience, doesn't make the same mistake.
The pro insists that the caulu don't reveal themselves, but instead take on a form familiar to the shaman and/or participant. This gets weirder because the next assumption is that these entities have chosen a form in order to address the fragile human psyche without it breaking under the weight of its biblically accurate gravity.
An assumption that seems more inspired by pop culture paranormal. Our lengthy section on neuroscience offers an alternative. Remember, DMT triggers particular gray matter in the brain responsible for either direct experience from outer stimuli or memory of prior stimuli. I say why not both? Two episodes ago in quantum mystics, we spoke of an ironically atheistic sect of Buddhism called Vajriana.
The vag understood their own deities as fabrications of their own reality structuring mechanisms. What Dr. Gallamore might call the cortical worldbuilding machinery. That led us to how thought forms and topas are generated and exported by the human mind into living reality. Thus the atheistic approach of the Vajraana spiritual practice that the deities are real but their image is subject to our mental formations.
Huxley's reducing valve brain model backed by Galamore's neuroscience might suggest that DMT removes the blinders of our central nervous system allowing a deluge of actual uninhibited reality to flood the human mind. At which point the participant would lose their damn mindlike a Lovecraftian protagonist if it wasn't for backup from the hippo campus and its cortical worldbuilding machinery.
That memory center in the brain applies a familiar archetype to the otherwise unimaginable event happening. Witnessing the fabric of spaceime get built. Hence the static between TV stations. A condom for the psyche. The permeable human mind chooses an archetypal memory to pad the impact of this far too direct experience which justifies the form fluidity of both aliens and entities changing with time and culture all the way back to biblical accounts where no matter how big, bad, and bold you are, you're going to want to throw an angelic overcoat on this
reality structuring life form to keep from gouging your own eyes out or taking your own life. The DMT experience is a glimpse of pre-existence. Raw reality reflecting off of your own personal psyche. The entire psyche, beliefs, joys, fears, all of the parts you showcase outward and all of the ones that you hide from yourself, exposed in bright, nosy light of objective experience and hosted by a life form so ancient that it existed before the concept of form occurred in the universe. Or as Dr. Gallamore says it
best, you don't break through into the DMT world. The DMT world breaks through into you. Allow me to explain. So, you've seen this depiction of aliens before, right? Well, those aliens and the entire concept of being abducted came from a single story. Betty and Barney Hill claimed that that happened to them.
They were the very first. It is my personal opinion that they were not abducted into a spaceship. I think the reality is weirder than that. But it's important to note that they did not go to the press. They didn't tell really anybody. They did not try to cash in. They didn't write a book.
They only people they told was the local Air Force base. She seeks out a hypnotherapist to recover the memories of that night. They both recover memories of the big eyed aliens with the big black eyes of being put onto an exam table and having needles pressed into them. He starts screaming saying that it felt like a pair of eyes had been pressed into his brain from the outside to see inside of his mind.
And it is from that that we get this the gray these aliens that you can now see everywhere. So what do I think happened? They had been driving all day. They were utterly exhausted. The dreams Betty had about being led through the woods were just dreams. They weren't memories coming back to her.
And the memories they recovered during hypnosis, that's pseudocience. As for the big eyed aliens, 12 days before they went in to do their hypnosis sessions, a sci-fi TV show called The Outer Limits ran an episode featuring aliens that look like that. This was not an intentional hoax. The story would only go public years later against their will.
But once it did, there was a book, movie, article, interview. Thousands of people would claim to have been abducted, usually by these grays, following the same template as Betty and Barney Hill story. But all of these only happen in places where they have access to television and movies. Most people believe that Earth has been visited by aliens due to stories like this.
Then that means that there is something that billions of people believe all around the world. Some people believe it. Mind, body, and soul. International cultural myth. And at the heart of it, you have nothing. Just a couple of sleep-deprived people and a guy saw a TV show and accidentally created an idea so compelling that it spread all around the world like a mind virus.
>> All right. Now, I like Jason and I watch his reels all the time because he offers a brilliant writer's fresh depth of insight to everyday subjects. So, playing that clip is nothing against him. But it's a perfect example of how an intelligent person can be naive when working with very limited information.
In Jason's case, pop culture. The very top surface of this global simula. It has us all ignorant with origin amnesia. We think we work with a complete set of data. This episode has a wrench in all of that without even mentioning the obvious. Betty and Barney Hill weren't the first.
People like Antonio Bowis, who we covered in our Jacqu Valet episode, experienced exactly the same kind of abduction years before. Before those we have Crowley's summoning of lamb filling the archetype of the gray and before that 1600s Europe had problems from fairies with gray flaky skin and huge black eyes.
Before that, numerous cave paintings that dominate our mysterious prehistory showcase all attributed qualities of the gray, plus the other above listed archetypes of formlessness, from angels to entities to even dropping the en off of entities. Feel free to tell me some I missed. Surviving ancient shamanic tribes the world over have been describing the grays in great detail.
We've spoken of the Wanina of Aboriginal Australia in previous episodes. But on the other side of the world in par,people called the Uru woo woo. Let me get that again. Uru woo woo. Wow. Wow. Let's call them wow wow will tell us that the people from the stars emerged from a craft descending from the sky.
These people were short, skinny, and had huge black eyes. Just like the ant people of Hopi mythology, thousands of miles north of Parra, the Wow Wow people explain deeper though, revealing that these star people known as Iuya are just one of many kinds of little people called Kuripirus who came from another realm, revealing that stars in this case is parabolic, referring to everything outside of the Earth realm.
An education on alien abduction inspired Peso, the shaman speaking on behalf of the wellwow, to respond with a short but wise bit of words that makes this entire subject crystal clear. He says, "It is just the same. No doubt about it. The beings take on a form that is familiar to human beings. They visit us as humanoid beings because the great spirits know that the only way for us to understand things is through form.
Pesoto recalled his own experience with three of these small Iuya beings with triangular faces, large eyes, long arms, and wearing shiny luminous suits. And when asked where they came from, the answer unsettled him. We come from nowhere. For Pesoto, the implication was obvious. If they come from nowhere, that can only mean they are everywhere.
What many short form reels capture best is the frost covering the apex of an iceberg. The result of researching a similoc and thus further perpetuating the copy of a copy. Why this reel missed the mark is simple. The creator just avoids exploring territory in the esoteric, occult, and paranormal. Why? Because there is so much BS in that field.
He'd rather not be associated with any of it. And I don't blame him for throwing the baby out with the bathwater. He didn't know there was a baby. We need to remind ourselves though, mainstream information in pop culture, just like the occult and paranormal, is also 90% BS. Everything is. That's just human nature, baby. So, naturally, seeing that Barney Hill's depiction of the grays matches that of a previous TV show, we mark the mystery as solved without wondering where that TV show got their depiction of the gray.
imagination or a dormant memory resurfacing from somewhere deep in the archetypal unconscious. He does however make an uncanny point when he says the image of the gray came from nothing and is now all over the place. As we just read, shamans, the ones who commune with these beings, totally agree, saying that they came from nowhere and therefore are everywhere.
This will work as our final hint as to the identity of these entities in gray. Let's take a walk down the rabbit hole and revisit a few familiar faces. I'm going to make this next bit quick, thus out of context for newer viewers. So for full context, all of these prior episodes are easy to find in proper order at libraryofthe untold.com.
But in our very first episode, we explored the multiple cases of mass sightings all over the world by school children because after decades of probes and sexual offenses on adults, aliens are still allowed in school zones. Zimbabwe was case in point. 60 kids saw the same thing and without mentioning aliens told authorities that the people from the craft said the world was in
danger because adults are playing with technology we don't understand those children now adults have stuck to their claims without deviation in cosmic communion and science of soul we explored the work of Judy K king who found that hieroglyphics concerning death in ancient Egypt like ancient Hebrew were not a language alone But instead of number gamatantria, it worked as subatomic equations depicting instructions on transferring consciousness to a virus-sized plasmoid at death in order to join the net among the stars, leaving half of oneself on
Earth so as to be influenced via entanglement. We covered a lot that day. In Science of Heaven, we animated a section of the Book of Enoch where he was abducted by beings of light who could take on humanoid form. As a response to his walking a righteous path, they gladly took him aboard a ship for a nice tour of the place where stars are made.
And they hint at prior personifications of those stars. And in Lion King, Timone and Pumba laugh at Simba's assertion that the stars are literal ancient kings watching over Earth. I didn't write that one, but what a clever way to dismiss centuries of ancient African tradition. Footnote, this keeps coming up. Electromagnetic energy seems more and more to be a foundation of occult sciences.
So many old gods and personified beings have names prefixed with L and Ma, but that'll get us lost in semantics. So, I digress for another time perhaps. So, when it comes to DMT, I'm not saying it's aliens, but well, you've seen the memes. Kind of kidding. It's more like the reverse actually. What a mind.
Someone now just tuning in is going to see us all like, "Are theDMT entities mind drones sent by the grays?" No, of course not. That's too simple. Despite his potential to be a great 1940s sci-fi movie called Invasion of How Hot Sigman Freud's mom must have been, but that would be a great movie. It's about a psychonaut saving his mom's tits from evil space fathers.
Or, hear me out, an anomorphs reboot where everyone is dead but Marco and Cassie. So, it's actually a buddy cop film cuz their vibes would totally clash. Am I right, guys? No, you guys are total jerks. >> That's the killer. >> Like, three people are going to be laughing their asses off and and 50,000 people are, "What the [ __ ] is he talking about?" All right.
The marine biologist mentioned earlier is not a fish. He becomes a fish only in form, close enough to get the job done. He might capture and tag one of the fish, becoming the most traumatic thing a fish can experience. But his reason for doing so is to help the entire species thrive in a world being slowly polluted as it's gradually taken over by another alien world taten by corruption and greed.
That's us, babe. And the marine biologist is one of us. So fish point of view, is he an angel or a demon? Can a demon become an angel? Can an angel dress up as a demon fly to make a point? I mean, the opposite certainly is a common archetype, the wolf in sheep's clothing. Humans from land are corrupting the waters because we only know one direction of progress, outward.
Like prey, we only look out and not in. We have not yet fully realized, much less appreciated, that we are no longer in the food chain. And that residual inner primate has a sleepwalking that is still looking, speaking, building, and advancing outwardly bigger and better. You've heard of the Cardartesev expansionist model.
The theory suggests a civilization has three steps called types 1, 2, and three. Type one is planetary, type two is interstellar, and type three is intergalactic. Now, despite the BC boys having already become a type three, the rest of our civilization remains locked in at type zero, still yet to figure out the first. So, why are we stuck at zero with apparently everyone else out there looking into an empty sky of no activity? Well, if you ask me, and you did, it's because the Cardev scale is stupid.
Think about it. Insisting upon its own common sense, this scale suggests that advanced intelligent beings would be as dumb as us. That's how we measure intelligence. We compare its hypothetical existence on our own preylike behavior. This is like our marine biologist testing a fish's ability to climb a tree.
Meanwhile, ignoring that the dolphins are literally speaking in a complex language about where to meet up for the orgy because cousin Flipper just created a new recipe to get high on puffer fish. The dolphin's goal is not to conquer the ocean. They are happy to lay low and explore their own lane. getting straight roasted on tetrodotoxin while dancing and singing in rituals not understood by outsiders.
So I mean shamans of the ocean real deal an intelligent civilization would eventually see the futility of material conquering well before developing the tech needed to leave a planet. But let's get the whole planet thing off the table. This also assumes them to be like us. intelligence naturally advances into its own blind spots rather than pretending they don't exist because that's a real challenge.
The greater the challenge, the greater the reward. There might not be a lot of activity out in space, but there certainly is a lot to learn and explore down in space. The quantum world is strange, abstract and mysterious, but most importantly causal. It is what causes. This is important because we are secondary to it. The world is a result of it.
This is where we would go if we were intelligent. This is where we would have real control. a powerful godlike amount of control that would be accessible only to those who can handle the burden of its complexity and develop eyes worthy of reading its code. A complexity that is overwhelming to anyone who accidentally sees it without a buffer.
In this case, equations and technical tools work to shield us from its nonsensical madness. And indeed, scientists who pour over quantum physics have been known to go mad and retreat from society. Luckily, our main rockstar scientist educators stay far away from working with it. I think you'll be as tickled as I was to learn that there is a brilliant opposite to the Cardartesev scale. Let's hear from Dr.
Gallaore one more time before we go. Cosmologist John Barrow proposed an anti-cardisf scale which classified civilizations from type one minus to type 2 minus and so on according to their ability to manipulate and control smaller and smaller structures. Type 1 minus is capable of manipulating objects. Type 2 minus can manipulate living beings at the subcellular level reading and engineering their genetic code.
Type three minus can perform chemistry that is manipulate molecules and molecularbonds to create new molecules and materials. And down we go through to the atomic and subatomic past the type 4 minus civilization that can manipulate and reorganize the most elementary particles such as quarks and lepttons until we reach finally the culmination of the borrow scale.
the type omega minus civilization capable of manipulating and controlling the fundamental structure of space-time itself. I still remain free from being locked down to any particular beliefs. But if I was to bet a dollar on a dart thrown at a board of theories of everything, I would put all 100 cents on this. Angels and demons are the same thing.
formless and timeless power that has always existed. Like electricity, it's neutral. In the right hands, we can light up this set and fire up the cameras. In the wrong hands, the wiring is wrong, circuits are short, and the place burns to the ground. In both cases, we will pay or blame the electrician who is obligated to learn and master the wisdom needed to get the job done and illuminate the darkest corners of our society.
At some point in the ancient yet everpresent past, a cosmic electrician got his wires crossed and created a world with a glitch in the halo. The side effect of this glitch was and is the biggest outofplace anomaly in the cosmos, solid matter. This new material world was not isolated from source and sprang to life with beings of flesh, ignorant of what is not physical, hence invisible.
A glitch comes with entropy, all things temporary, causing the need to consume and reproduce. Thus, emerges a dog eat dog world. A project gone off the rails. It was time to shut it down for good. Maintenance stopped and the new physical world would freeze up into a solid ice cube, unable to evolve any further.
But wait a second, that's not quite fair to the new kids on the block, is it? They have the divine spark locked in those wet electrical suits of emotion and turmoil. So, a wager was placed. If the inhabitants of this world could make it work like the heavens it came from, they would be justified to live among the heavens by default.
Most of the timeless beings agreed and keep a plethora of feathered eyes on the prize. But many others disagreed and don't want to share their pricey gated community with the new trailer park, no matter its endless and unique potential. So, the attacks began. The goal was to separate these new kids from their divine spark by teaching them to worship the flesh.
They needed to be saved by someone or something that they could understand. They needed someone to take on their form in order to communicate effectively, but more importantly to absorb all of the suffering that causes them to deviate from the original sine wave. The greatest sacrifice had to be made. Only the bravest came through, but they were effective.
They couldn't reveal the absolute truth. Cheating would ruin the wager placed on their sovereignty. and it was far too abstract for the new kids to understand anyway. So the way was demonstrated symbolically and the esoteric was born. It was meant to be passed down from generation to generation unobstructed and untainted because to pass the test they had to be left alone and abandoned as orphans trusted that they could find out their own way through this cosmic labyrinth alone.
But before shrouding us in a luminous cloud of blindness and kicking us out of the nest to fly on our own, they hid something precious on Earth. A telephone with two-way communication. A way to change the channel on the TV set. And where did they hide it? Well, everywhere. But just like the truth of the matter, it had to be figured out first.
It couldn't just be picked up and thrown like a rock into someone's glass house. It was buried deep within all living things so that only the ones willing to do the work could find it. It was a tool that had to be subjectively experienced rather than held as a trophy of proof. This way, our parents could give us the answers to the test without the principal noticing.
To this day, anyone, anywhere can pay a quick visit to the most primordally ancient beings that have ever existed. Some call them angels, some call them aliens, but everyone with the balls to lift an eye to see looks in reverence. Because if you don't appreciate this eternal gift, you'll make a hell out of heaven.
And if you insist on calling too many times without listening to the message, well, they'll leave you with one more. And that message is when an allegory is so ancient that we can't find the source of it, we call it a universal parable. And it's something that is shared by every culture over time in various ways.
A parable is so absolute in its truth that you can't find a literal example of it because anything that is real, so to speak, would be just another deviation from the parabolic. One such parable explains where God hid the secrets of the universe. They say when God created the universe, he wanted to hide the truth of existence, the ultimate wisdom,somewhere safe, somewhere it wouldn't be easily found or misused, but could still be discovered by those who are truly ready for it.
So he gathered his angels and asked them, "Where should I hide the truth of the universe?" One angel said, "Hide it at the top of the highest mountain. Only the strongest will reach it." God replied, "One day they will conquer even the tallest mountains with ease. That will not keep it hidden." Another angel said, "Then hide it at the bottom of the deepest ocean.
" God responded, "They will dive into the depths of the sea as well. That too is not safe." A third suggested, "Place it on the farthest star. No man can go there." God said, "One day, even the stars will be within their reach." A force said, "Put it in the bottom of a Pringles can. No one finishes those things.
" God said, "Believe it or not, dude, they fit." No. The angels went silent. And it was in that silence that God realized and said, "I will hide it in the one place they will seldom think to look within their hearts." Because only the wise would think to look there. And if it dawns on the foolish to look within, then they'll become wise from the search.
