Tryptallmine wrote:DeltaSpice wrote:I've come face to face with a Grey Alien. Also was in what I'd describe as a UFO engine room.
Although I think its actually called the dome. Moving walls, spinning things, everything green and white.
It still shocks me to this day.
In your mind or in front of your eyes? That's the part my mind is having trouble decoding.
I have an almost photographic memory for detail, number strings, passwords, credit cards, license/passport numbers, details anything. Plenty of people get bothered by this - especially the passwords and credit card details. LOL
The only logical way to interpret it is that it isn't in my immediate visual field. It can only be a snapshot that is being manipulated but perceived as my immediate visual field. It obviously doesn't feel like this at the time. I was more intrigued than bothered by what was happening and tried various things to find the boundaries of the experience, to which this entity exerted more control like some cosmic game of chess - move for move.
To see a 6x4 shed be replaced to another position 10m away leaving a void where it was, being able to see all the objects stored behind the shed from the correct angle perspective (you wouldn't normally see these). Chairs and tables replaced by the shed moved in another arrangement some 10m again was intriguing. They shifted and appeared in different locations instantaneously.
Grass blades that constructed into organic walls with razor sharp edges to stop me from moving from my cross leg position - actively keeping my control. It really was a fascinating trip. There wasn't malice to the information being conveyed to me it was more of a demonstration of the scope of ability of this entity or 'suggestion'.
I'll continue to always be amazed by DMT.
I feel a bit bad talking about it. Like I'm flogging a dead horse haha. People are gonna say ,"oh Christ not him and his grey again"
My eyes were closed but I didn't have a choice to open them , I was gone from this world.
He was about 3 feet in front of me .
I stared at his face . No mouth, 2 large black, opal shaped eyes.
He ,I knew he was a he, was made of white light, like the white in an x-ray.
Then I saw his hand , his fingers went to a point and they were at least six inches long.
He spoke to me telepathically, seen as he had no mouth .
He said, "Don't tell any one about this"
It took me 2 years to figure out what he meant.
That was my first hard-core breakthrough .
An accidental overdose of who knows how much was vaped but there was at least 300mg in the machine.
I thought that 0.15 was 15mg but it was 150mg.
I've seen my centre speaker shoot 10 meters away and come back but never seen things replaced like you.
Maybe your uniqueness as in you can remember numbers gives you a not so typical experience?
If there is such a thing as typical?