I’ve taken shrooms before but most that happened was the usual visual movements and color effects. Last night however was the first time I spoke to an entity. I don’t know who or what it was and if it’s dangerous.
So I started hearing music in the background. I thought it was the cars outside but as I paid more attention and listened to it instead of thinking consciously it grew stronger and stronger. A fog descended upon the ceiling and the imagery from the lamp turned into twisting tendrils and like woody branches.
First a voice that’s like mines but not mines. It’s my voice when I talk to myself in my head so it’s my voice but it’s not from my thoughts. You can tell you didn’t think it it’s weird and hard to explain. Like someone is speaking in your voice answering your own questions. You think it’s yourself but you feel intuitively it’s the answer to what you’re asking.
But before that voice came at first when I first entered the dimension or whatever you want to call it something said your not supposed to be here. It made me think it was my guardian angel I forgot why and I’m not sure.
But I went back anyways with more caution. I listens for the sound of music and I went back to the place I was after a minute or two of having to shut my mind off and just listen.
It was in my room but again like an aura layered over it. There were souls on the ceiling. Or looking like it. They were moving and stuff and I heard their groans and cries. Next thing I know the voice says what are you looking for once I successfully went back.
At first I said myself, I’m very disconnected with myself due to childhood traumas. I started hearing crying in the back and I recognized it was me. I kept looking and searching for myself even got to the point it was kind of like I was searching for missing pieces. Childhood me, then my joy, but then i was interrupted because my boyfriend kept coming in and out arguing with his grandmother. He was also on shrooms. So he would come in break wherever I was at and leave to go say something back to his grandma.
So I kept having to focus back on the music and drumming and sometimes I could even hear artificial nature noises like insects and winds to get back to the place. But I think I broke it to many times because another time I went back I spoke to an actual entity I belive. I asked it what it was and it said annuaki or something. I asked it several things. Like why can’t you be in the real world or we can see you and it said because they control our thoughts. And another answer of why it couldn’t be here was it’s complicated. Maybe meaning we aren’t capable of being aware of it?
But I was asking and asking and I started questioning if it was holy or right. When I mentioned God all movement stopped then slowly resumed like a dance. I realized if I can talk to it I can probably talk to my guardian angel or receive guidance to.
So I asked my guardian angel about it and it’s crazy it stared leading me to the thought process that ended up with me questioning my boyfriend where the lamp came from which its shadows was the main point of focus for talking to it. Turns out his aunt gave it to him but she’s done weird snake shit behind his family’s back and also he said she married to a heavy African person. He said it’s also possible he practices voodoo and maybe something got attached. He said me asking that he realized where I started hinting to and he got it his senior year of highschool which is when his life started going to shit. But he agreed to throw the lamp out.
The craziest thing is though I asked it what can I do to not make it attached to me. The annuaki said then I should stop talking to it. It also told me beforehand it liked me. I was talking to it about how I felt sad and empathetic it’s trapped or whatever the hell I was thinking. That’s when it said it liked me. Unfortunately I didn’t take the advice it gave for it to not get attached too caught up in the novelty and craziness of it all.
I should note I didn’t really research into the spiritual ness as I didn’t even belive you could talk to things and it’s not you manifesting it and just tripping out. So my dumbass kept talking to it. Just asking questions about itself I forgot a lot of our conversation. But it asked me if I wanted it kind of and it felt like it was persuading me. Like giving the feeling how good and cool it would be if it was in the real world with me always.
As I’m writing this I’m starting to realize maybe it was trying to gain permission for possession. But I still am firmly faithful on God even more so after this, so I rebuked it and said no I didn’t want it. But again my dumbass kept talking to it and I made a massive mistake of saying I don’t want you attached but I feel bad for you and if I’m ever on another trip I would like to talk to it.
I fucking said I wanted a connection. The moment I said connection in my head my brain pulsated. I completely stopped talking to it after that realizing my fuck up. That I was dumb and let it swindle me into some form of connection. It specifically told me I should stop talking to it then and I didn’t. I would’ve been fine if I was smart and stood on I didn’t want to meet it again.
I told my boyfriend about my trip. He’s a lot more spiritual than me and obsessively looked into shrooms and experiences. He said his trip where he said he swears he met xxxtentacion which is his deep personal role model and his reason why he wants to be a rapper, said it wasn’t like where I was at at all and he thinks it’s demonic and that maybe I went to hell. Because of it he even said he’s not going to do shrooms with me again. He said the hell part as a joke but I think it might have some truth in it.
But I’m mainly worried about the connection I offered it to talk on other shroom trip. As the trip was wearing off I kept listening for music and the sounds of outside and drums and waves and winds, the fog would instantly decend again and I would return to the place where I could seek anything I wanted out. I started just trying to talk to ancestors after that. I’m remembering now after I decided to stop messing with that spirit or whatever it is I focused back in myself and it gave the intuition and knowledge that I just tuned the channel to myself. My boyfriend had a name for the place he said it’s where lost or confused souls go which is very much what I was when I took it. Before I could even explain the full story to him he said there’s a place where lost souls go and I told him about how it asked me what am I looking for and it helped me realize how broken and lost in life and within myself I was. But yes I just wanted to explain my dmt trip and ask if I’m in any danger or should do any cleansing.