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Yeah, like Doringo, I told my girlfriend about AP. Seemed like a good idea. She was pretty "weird" herself, and she seemed intersted. While I was telling the story, she even told me, "Usually stories don't get me this interested." and whenever I stopped in the story, she would tell me to keep going on. So, I thought it went pretty good... until she dumped me a few days later

Although she begged me back that very next day, soo 

hmm, need I go on?

It all makes sense now, everything, life, and I can always be happy. Everlasting joy and peace  , I'll never have to worry about anything again! and it's so simple, you just, just...






































































... need a little humor

April Fool's 

Yes, but in what way is it rare? Also, who is the physician that analysed her DNA?

I don't know, that's what it says. I don't know who the physician is either, but I would guess that he wants to be kept confidential because of the strangeness of the case; too much publicity for him.

[The blood DNA]

The title says "Scientific Evidence Suggests Puerto Rican Woman is an extraterrestrial-human hybrid" but then is vague as to what the evidence is or suggests.  Am I the only one bothered by this?
Ps. And yes, I am a Puerto Rican Woman.

"The blood DNA from this Puerto Rican woman has yielded analyses so unusual and interesting that the physician involved is now interested in meeting the subject for further study. The DNA is possible in humans but is very rare."

I was an Extraterrestrial-Human hybrid once, but I had to give it up. 

I'm curious. Details please?

[Scientific Evidence Suggests Puerto Rican Woman is an extraterrestrial-human hybrid]

http://www.agoracosmopolitan.com/home/Frontpage/2007/03/16/01405.html

There's the link, here's the story:

   Scientific Evidence Suggests Puerto Rican Woman is an extraterrestrial-human hybrid

Milagros Garcia is an alleged Alien and Human inter-species hybrid. The blood DNA from this Puerto Rican woman has yielded analyses so unusual and interesting that the physician involved is now interested in meeting the subject for further study. The DNA is possible in humans but is very rare.

Ms. Garcia claims that she is the offspring of an alien encounter. The Doctor is not interested in the UFO/ alien phenomena he wants answers as to why her DNA has such rare qualities.

A Case similar to this is being investigated in New Paris Ohio. A woman there has exceptional skills and get by on two hours of sleep a night. Pictured on the left is Milagros Garcia's Mother and Milagros Garcia is on the right.

The case of Omnec Onec, an alleged 'Venusian'
Omnec Onec    

   

Omnec Onec alleges that she is a female extraterrestrial who originally came to Earth in 1955, who was born 246 Earth years ago. Omnec Onec says she was raised on the planet Venus in a town called Teutonia (a city whose name reflects earlier Venus-Earth contacts that included a trip to Venus by a German scientist). She alleges that she lived on an astral plane -- without a physical body -- until she was instructed by her leaders to travel to Earth with a message of peace and brotherhood.

After landing in Earth, she said she was substituted for a seven-year-old girl who had just been killed in a bus wreck accident. She was raised in Chattanooga, Tennessee, by the grandmother of Sheila, the girl whom she had replaced. She grew up in what was to all outward appearances a normal life, never speaking of Venus, and endured the struggles that allowed her to deal with her own karmic past.

She grew up, married and moved to Chicago, where she raised three children. worked as a bar maid, a clothes designer and a cashier.

As a young adult, however, she began to manifest her second mission, to offer humanity an increased awareness of their relation to spirit.
   

Omnec says she was trained to live as a human in an ancient monastery in Tibet.

She revealed her true space alien nature in 1990, when she wrote and published her best-selling book. Today she travels around the United States and Europe, spreading a message of peace and brotherhood, a she was instructed to do by Venusian leaders.

From the Temple of History she learned of the long-term monitoring of Earth by scientists from many planets and of the nature of life on all of these planets. Earth, the youngest of the planets in this solar system, is plagued by the imbalance caused by its singular Moon, which works an alternating influence on people as it moves through the heavens. The other planets are organized into a Brotherhood of Planets and their monitoring of Earth includes the era of 'Atlantis' and 'Lemuria'. The different races of earth have ties to the inhabitants of the various planets.

According to Onec, a set of teachings called Om-Notia Zedia, the laws of the Supreme Deity, exists on Venus. These teachings start with the utterly transcendent Supreme Deity from whom there issues an audible life stream of Spirit. This life stream sustains the existence of all worlds and universes. Human beings are Soul existing in the ocean of Spirit. Souls have been placed in physical embodiment to awaken to their true nature. The Soul may learn to exist apart from its physical body and to travel in the planes of existence between the physical world and God, beginning with the astral, causal, and mental planes.

Onec indicated a belief reincarnation and karma and accepted the idea of coming to Earth to balance her personal karma.

Her account included a variety of Galaxy-wide problems, including claims of significant habitation of all of the planets of the solar system and assertions of conditions existing on these planets that contradict the repeated observations of various space probes. Indeed, some scientists, researchers like former NASA consultant Richard Hoagland and former astronauts claim that publicly released photos taken of space and planets have been censored, to delete commonplace UFOs, other various structures on planets created by alien civilizations, which include evidence of underground dwellings. To also help defend the account, claims were also made that inhabitants resided on something other than the physical plane of existence.


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hmm, i like that story.

omg. and like, just now, i saw these big white balls streak across my room.

lol, wtf?

Hey guys, you all have very cool (and very weird...) illusions   lol at the pillows attacking the TV! that must have been a riot

Anyway, something happened to me yesterday that really freaked the hell out of me, but it was really cool at the same time. Okay, so when I get up really fast after having been relaxing and laying/sitting down I will get a major head rush and my vision will go blurry and almost gone for a couple seconds, and I have to stop in my tracks or else I'll start stumbling (I usually do anyway ). Happens to me all the time. So (and this is where it gets good ), I was laying down in my bed this morning (I had been awake for a while and I had already been out of bed previously to eat and stuff), I was very relaxed, and a little bit of faint blue light was flooded through the drapes.

I was looking at this picture (standard size) that I had taken at Camp Wolfeboro a year back and the picture was tacked on to one of my books on the upper shelf of my desk (the desk is on the other side of my room from where I was) The picture looked like there was a white face in it emerging from the right and looking to the left/downward direction. I stared at it for a bit and wondered if it would move. It didn't. I then continued on to asking it questions  (demandingly):

"Who are you?"
"What do you want?"

and then
"Get the f*ck outta here!"

So, when I got no response, I started concentrating on it and it started morphing into different things, most notably a small, black, scruffy wolf and a differently shaped face. I got up to get a closer look to investigate. Remember how I said I get head rushes when I stand up too fast? Well I got one as I walked over to look at the picture. I also noticed that the face was just a trick of light as all the white light and shapes disappeared from the photo as soon as I stood up.

As I was saying, I got a head rush, so I was kinda stumbling and dizzy as I stood at the end of my desk with the end of my bed behind me looking at the now normal photo.   But since I was so tired and relaxed I just decided to not fight the head rush. I didn't care, and I didn't try to control it as it took over... I had let it go further than I ever have before. Suddenly, as I stared deeply into the picture, I lost all my vision to the head rush. It was like an attack, and it got me good. I lost consciousness. I was spinning fast in a downward spiral and I didn't have any sense of direction. I forgot where I was, I forgot what I was doing, and I was in an undescribable state, almost blissful and cusiony comfortable.

I remember hearing my chair wobbling due to the fact that I was shaking it for support. I opened my eyes and stared at the chair as I continued wobbling it. I noticed that it was my left hand that was shaking it. I was sitting down on the edge of my bed. I don't remember ever sitting down, how did I get here? Where am I? How did that happen? Wow this is really cool. What was that?

It's things like this that make me love my interesting life!

But seriously, what the hell is going on!

Hey peeps, this is a place for you to post your coolest optical illusions that have personally happened to you or somebody you know. 

So, I guess I'll start: In the late night/early early morning I was lying in my bed, veery relaxed and all, and I was lying on my side, and I gotta tell you I was not very chipper. Anyway, I was looking down at my sheets, because there was this light there. I thought it was my cell phone, because the light I was seeing looked exactly like the LCD light that comes from my phone. So I thought about the phone raising in the air... Within a second it was floating smoothly upward in a straight line. And then it disappeared.. 

The coolest part: When it was rising, I took my hand from under the sheets and tried to grab it. As my hand went through it, it vanished like a blink. I lay in amazement, awake and smiling.

Eh, it was a no-go. Oh well. I see what you guys meant, it's like POOF-- gone, and then your out.

But that's ok, I had some pretty cool crazy dreams afterwards for a few days while recovering. 

Hey everybody, I'm going into surgery tomorrow and I am getting anesthesia. I thought it would be a great opportunity to have an OOBE/AP.

Does anybody have any idea how I can achieve this? Techniques?


Any help to make the experience 'that' much better would be greatly appreciated.


Oh, and hurry please, cause the surgery's tomorrow, in the early morning. I'm on the west coast of the U.S. for all you U.K./etc. members (take the time difference into consideration please).

Destiny and Fate. The long fought over debate. What are their true definitions? Are they the same or similar? Are they different? Go to the dictionary and look up the two words, you'll be surprised at what you find.

I'll start with my definitions. They are somewhat based on the law of attraction.

Destiny: Based on your own knowledge, you develop a liking for a thing(s)/person(s)/other/etc. and strive to follow that path with your own dilligence.

Fate: You bring everything that happens to you into your life through your thought and actions

What do you guys think the meanings of destiny and fate are?


EDIT: I have, since I posted this, changed my definitions on the two... And it doesn't really matter to me right now, that's my current definition.

Yes, it is very worth it. My point of posting was to share one of my viewpoints on life in hopes that people would embrace the good advice into their own lives. And seeing that there are people that understand what I'm trying to say... well... it just gives me that warm fuzzy feeling 

     The human mind, as evolved as it is, from time to time confuses itself with its own complexity. Fear, Nervousness, and trying to overgrasp simple concepts are just a few examples what happens to our hard-set spiderweb programmed cpu's of minds when they are confused.

     However, there is a solution: Confidence. Confidence in what you're doing, confidence in your mental setting, don't think that if what you're feeling or thinking is different than others, or if it passes through your judgement as weird or "not normal", that you have to change. Everything you do is right because there is no written wrong. You may be what society calls "ugly" and you think of yourself as lower because of it, thinking that you will never get a boy/girlfriend. Well where does it say that? And who decided the standards for beauty anyway? No one. You might be past your prime, and consider yourself too old to follow your long sought dream(s) because of work, kids maybe grandkids, and all other responsibilities. But how will you feel in your last days when you look back and say, "well why didn't i do it? It wouldn't have hurt to MAKE MYSELF HAPPY." There are NO standards and NO rules as to what you can do in your life.

     There's an old saying that tells you to not to follow the paths of others, but to make your own. What does that mean to you? It might make you feel energized, like you want to follow those words and make your life better. You might think that for a minute. Then you analyze it further, come up with your own conclusions as why to not follow it. But of course there's another possibility, where you forget the words over time and their meanings to you diminish in following suit. Or... you choose to ignore the wise words. Out of fear. Call it how you like it, but you're definetely afraid of something if you can't apply a simple phrase to your daily life or simply don't want to.

     No matter who you are, no matter your position in life, no matter your social class, ethnicity, or age, look at who you are and look at your future with blind confidence that who you are and what your doing is right. Know it. Because it's true.

     

Hmm...
Are we really know what people think when they die?

probably "ohh yeah!" cause itd be like a dream and it feels pleasant, or, because once your not in your body you're not as "crisp" if you know what im sayin.

[woman?]

Those are good theroies Stillwater. I think the first one is highly unlikely, i don't know of anybody that would go to that kind of trouble just to make up a story. I think what he experienced was real as far as he knew. The second and third theroies seem the most likely to me, although not so much on the second one.

i also have a thoery for ye:

-He and she were severely hallucinating. Yes, i know, he was regressing, but you noticed how those memories of other people's lives were from the woman? She was not regressing, as far as i know, she was just trippin with him.

Kinda ruins the excitement if you think about it, but it is still a damn awesome story.

Haha, yeah, pinchfield, pinchbeck, i was close.

I agree, his new book looks like a pretty interesting read, he said he tried to put psychedelic experiences into word form the best he could.

This is cool. I was just watching the Colbert Report, and they interviewed David Pinchfield, the author of 2012: the coming of Quatzki-whatever. He basically summed up everything that every 'awakened' person was thinking that would happen in 2012. He talked mostly about the shift in spiritual consciousness and the evendential combining of scientific, rational thought, and, nonscientific, unrational thought (talking about psychedelics).

The fact that the guy was interviewed on a popular DAILY tv show with DAILY viewers just made me chuckle a bit in amazement. Only a few days back i was talking about somebody making the step forward and being a LEADER to everybody in the consciousness change...

Amazing

Check this out.

http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/index.php?topic=25244.0

i just found the story. The ending's really good, but it won't make sense unless you read it all the way through. Not sure if the ending's true, but it's still very interesting.

(BTW, yes it is about 2012)

Quite interesting. The ending's quite a kicker 

Copied from www.Shroomery.org:

"""
BACK IN TIME
It was 1960 and as a young boy of ten I never missed the television show "ONE STEP BEYOND".



It was 1960 and as a young boy of ten I never missed the television show "ONE STEP BEYOND". This was a show about true and unexplained stories of the paranormal.
For example: A woman is in the hospital with a fever of 105: In her delirium she keeps telling her doctor that her son just crashed into a red bridge with his car and is now on fire. The doctor dose not take it seriously until after hearing it over and over again for three hours. Out of curiosity he calls the local sheriffs department and asked if there is such a bridge. The sheriff said there was and the doctor tells him what the woman has been saying. Now the sheriff is curious and decides to drive out to the bridge. When he arrives a car approaching him in the other lane swerves to avoid a deer crossing the road. The car goes off the road, hits the bridge and catches fire. The sheriff pulls the man out of his vehicle just in time to save his life. The man turns out to be the woman's son. True story!
In another episode a man is hit on the head in a construction accident. He appears to be all rite but when he gets home he begins to have hallucinations about a devastating bombing attack on U.S. naval ships. He tries to convince his wife that something terrible is about to happen but she tells him that he needs to go to the hospital instead. It's December 6th 1941.
Even at the age of ten I noticed that paranormal events such as precognitive experiences, and intuitive behavior seemed to followed head trauma and wondered if it was some kind of survival mechanism that we once possessed in our evolutionary makeup that has long ago been discarded.
On the final episode before the show went off the air the host took the whole staff down to Mexico to visit a Sharman who could see visions of events taking place far away under the influence of a yet to be identified mushroom. I was totally amazed when accompanying psychiatrists put him through a myriad of test.
He could identify page numbers from a book opened randomly from the next room. He located lost items for local natives and saw clearly photos from a book someone else was viewing a mile away.
That night, at the age of ten, I made it my life ambition to identify this mushroom and experiment with it myself.

BORN AGAIN

I was now nineteen and had been working with psychoactive psilocybin mushrooms since 1967, having obtaining some samples from a friend at Brandies University, and by the end of 1969 had some amazing results with age regression, although it wasn't the direction I initially wanted to go. I was hoping to experience ESP type abilities.

During the last few sessions I discovered that under the influence of the mushrooms I could remember vividly things long forgotten.
Without the mushroom, like most people, I had memories only as far back as age five and before then...it was all bits and pieces.
Under the influence of the mushroom however I could remember as far back to some traumatic event in my life, usually being frightened, and once that event was remembered the trauma would be lifted and I could remember further back and everything in between. So I started at age five, which was as far back as I could remember without the mushroom and worked backwards.
It was amazing how the mushroom worked. It was like playing a videotape of your life except when you press play you jumped into the seen and you were there! It was like traveling back in time.

EXAMPLE:
EDITED:
JULY 15th 1969
Subject: DAVID
(4.5 grams dry cubensis mushroom - ingested)
AGE: 19

REGRESSION #3

I regress to July, 1955. I'm 5 1/2 years old.

I'm in front of my house - Dockray Street in Quincy Massachusetts. I'm walking towards Beal Street. It's a hot sunny day and I'm wearing a blue outfit. As I pass under some maple trees I feel myself enter my character and I'm actually back in 1955. I cross the intersection of Hilda and Dockray. To my left Hilda Street is paved. To my rite Hilda Street is still a dirt road for the last hundred feet as it terminates at what was once called the Bumpity road. I can feel the sun, hear birds, crickets and the traffic up on Beal Street. AMAZING!
I can smell blacktop and tar. Kerosene road lamps are on the ground in front of the Miller's house; they're lit and look like black cannon balls with flame and thick black smoke billowing from the top. They're about to finish paving the street.
Steven Dubois is up at Beal Street calling me to come to him. (Steven is my age - five and a half). As I approach, things go dizzy. Steven is pointing down at something. It doesn't make sense at first and it takes me a while... but then I begin to understand. It's a dead squirrel; head crushed by a car, my first encounter with a dead animal.
"Wow! I forgot all about that!"
I would find myself back in my room still under the influence of the mushrooms and less than a few seconds had passed. With memory block of my first encounter with a dead animal lifted old lost memories begin to flood back. I could now remember quite vividly all that happened back to age three.
It would go on from there. At three; a memory of my older brother roughhousing with our collie. (I thought our dog was trying to eat him.)
With that lifted I could remember everything back to when I was 2 ½ when, regressed again to late summer of 1952, re-witnessed my brother having his cast and a traction pin removed from his leg at Milton Hospital. (Lots of screaming)
That session had brought me back to crib memories. My mother verified this when I identified a room and things on the wall in a house we use to live in back in 1950. (We moved out of that house when I was three months old. She had asked me how I could possibly remember that far back.)
I ultimately regressed back to three months old but had trouble going back any further. It seemed at this age every day is a traumatic event. But I remember this dream..... I think it was a dream. Maybe I could bypass the last 90 days and remember my actual birth or even pre-natal memories by tuning in on that dream. I would try that on my next session with mushrooms...

Recorded tapes and notes taken by friend Jim D'Allasandeo

OCTOBER 20th, 1969 – MONDAY
Subject: David
10:00 PM – Dose: 5 grams of dried cubensis mushrooms
Body weight: 168 lbs. - empty stomach
Age: 19
Location: Norwell Massachusetts
Session #4 - Regression


First effects felt: Twenty minutes.

Ninety minutes after ingestion: having strong visuals. I close my eyes.

11:35 PM (95 minutes after ingestion)

Regressed to mid June 1950 - I'm in a crib...I had just awakened from that dream again and I'm crying. The dream triggers an earlier memory of being in a dark place having that same dream.

Regress once again to age 9 days or so and I'm dreaming.

(THE DREAM: A linguistic interpretation of the abstract)

A cluster of strings parallel to one another and extending in both directions to infinity are all vibrating each to its own frequency. One linear string resonates the other in a harmonic exchange, creating a powerful and all encompassing cosmic song.
I'm part of this song, riding an energy wave along my own harmonic string. The song sings of intangible geometric shapes, densities and mathematical equivalencies... each string sharing all its information with one another in a song that has no beginning.
I am one such energy string, disembodied, without substance, vibrating in perfect harmony, with no perception of time or space... no sensation of awareness, just....ALL!
Then....at a particular point along one of the parallel strings... the cosmic song is disrupted by a slight variation in frequency. This point has dropped to a lower pitch. Adjacent parallel strings in close proximity are also pulled down in pitch as to fill the void of disruption until the whole cosmic song begins to distort and slow down. As if it were audible the song grows louder as the pitch falls lower in proportion.

SENSATION:
Sudden feeling of being, disassociation, discomfort.

SENSATION:
A smell! A taste... a salty copper taste. Salty fluid permeating the nasals cavities and chest area...an increasing feeling of discomfort... and that mucus salty like smell
.
SENSATION:
Feeling of being disconnected from the song...extreme discomfort... first audible sounds and tones now being heard...fluids discharging from nose and lungs...blinding white light...feeling of terror, the cosmic song crescendos in an abrupt deafening silence.
Then quiet...very quiet for what seems to be a very long time...... no harmonics.
The memory of the song begins fading...then a noise...a loud noise from another place. It awakens me from some kind of a dream. The noise makes me feel uncomfortable....and that SMELL!! It still lingers; residual dried embryonic fluids still incrusted in parts of the posterior portions of the nasal cavities...and that taste...


SENSATION:

Visual stimuli now coordinating with other sensory input as I am becoming self aware inside a bassinet.

(It's the 9th morning after my birth and I had that string dream again. One eye is crusted over from last nights sleep. There is an urge to remove the annoyance but an inability to figure out how.)

A loud sound from another place makes me feel uneasy. I don't understand sounds. It carries no information. Just random noise; no harmonics like...like...

Memories of the song fade as I receive more and more input from my new environment. A song I once understood now fades in the obscurity of the sights and sounds of my new surroundings. My ninth day on this planet is just a fleeting moment drowned in a whirlwind of sensory stimuli.
I'm falling asleep again and my head lays to the right. At this age there is little difference between dreaming and being awake.
That session I had thought I regressed as far back as one could possibly go when...



11:36 PM (96 minutes after ingestion)

"Jim! I'm having memories that are not mine!"

Pause.

"I'm having detailed memories of someone's life."

"It's long ago...are you still recording this?"

"I don't know if I like this."

Pause.

"I feel like I'm floating through peoples lives."

"Jesus...I did too much mushrooms! This is so weird!"

"Now I'm having detailed memories of someone's life before that."

"This is not happening!"

"I'm slowing down."

"Are you recording this?"

"It's very long ago - Northern Europe... I think. Language...clothing...
I have the life memory of a woman. She is distantly related to me in a way I can't explain...suffered an emotional trauma... imprinted... was past down, and now some how I ..."

Pause.

"The events in her life are too detailed for me to be making it up...at this rate of speed anyway."

"I can remember every road she walked down...people she knew... her three children..."

"One of her children!!"

"I'm beginning to enter her character..."

"It's cold out and I'm separating grain from the husk by throwing it in the air and letting the wind carry the husk away."

"Somehow I remember that."

Pause.

"I'm in a small field surrounded by woods. Others, with two wheel wooden carts drawn by horses, are gathering grain. People are talking around me in a language I can understand but can't translate."


"I think it's morning; dew on the ground, the sun is low and I can see my breath."


Pause.

"I'm beginning to feel dizzy"

"The squirrel!!"

"Something is about to happen."

"Oh Jesus! I don't want to remember this."

"A runaway horse and cart... crashing out of the woods and onto the field. Others working in the field are screaming – yelling – yelling.

"Excitement seems exaggerated; it's just a runaway cart."

Pause.

"The cart is making a turn."

"Oh God!! My child has her foot caught in it's wheel."

"Tia!"

"She is being spun around. Her head is hitting the ground and going under the wheel with every revolution. I feel myself fainting...."


Trauma lifted.

(I begin to feel myself floating back through people's lives again. I understand at this point I may have just experienced a schizophrenic split in personality but the fascination of what's going on and the detail of it all makes me want to continue.)

"It's very long ago."

"Memories of a man who lived in a mountainous region."

"I feel myself entering character."

(But I don't enter character. Everything stops.)

Long pause.

"I'm now listening ......seems to include some...What is this?"

(A ringing in my ear like the after gong of a bell begins to morph into words)

"What is this?"

Stand by......

Stand by......

Zeroing in ...

Coordinating location...

Can you understand us?
... sun will soon behave like a T-Tauri star when it begins to pass through a dense cloud of interstellar dust and gas beginning in the year 2012.
...nova like mass ejections
0% survival.
Genetic sequencing under way for species relocation.
With technological means of viewing the future...these predictions, verified by EBE-2,
End

11:37 PM
(Back in my room)

"What the f*** was that? Did you get that on tape?"
."Jim! Play back the last few seconds."
"""

thanks for all the help.

sam: yeah, it's like sometimes i realize the things you said(living in the here and now), and i feel good and seem to be better off... but only for awhile until like i said before, something reminds and anchors me back and bad thought patterns form in my head, like demons. to me, it's confusing. i think my brain is just messed up, i'm so hard-wired into my own life, setting standards for myself to live to based on what i've learned so far in living. idk, makes sense

i'll watch The Secret as soon as i can find the time.

Some people do learn to deal with it, some end up a wreck:) Part of what gets you through the hazards is motivation, which is why post cautionary notes to people who are not clear on why they want it or appear to have the wrong motivation.

For the people that already have all of this happening, the choice has been made. They usually post asking how to control it or stop it. For me it just switched on one day. I had to learn to control it. I lost friends because of it. My choices have always been to help people, but still when I let things slip in conversation or people see me react to something before it happens people get spooked.

You have a choice. My recomendation is that you make that choice carefully. Read about other peoples experience first. I have known people that took it too casually, just like a new toy to play with. Then end up trying figure out how to get something out of their house or wishing they didn't know something. My concern for you is that you have been dismissive about what I am telling you. If you have a mountain in front of you, there are three choices. You can stay on the ground, You can climb the mountain with the proper gear, or you can free climb it. You are safest with the first choice. You could get skinned up with the second, but most likely you will be ok. The third is all or nothing, you make it or your done. What would your recomendation be to someone facing those choices?

unfortunately, i took the third choice and failed... at first i wanted to quit and forget everything i had learned. my subconscous kicked in and said "no" (i have a connection with my subconscous)

soo, i guess i have to figure it all out. what should i do first? meditation, energy/chakra work? im guessin meditation. here's my background in psionics so far:

1. one day got curious and decided to look up telekinesis to see if it was real
2.figured out it was, then thought "damn, that would be so cool if i could do that! i could show my friends!"...etc...
3.was reading a forum on telkinesis and realized that theres LOTS more psychic abilities. the thing that really caught my intrest though, was OBES
4.the next few months i switched between OBES and telekinesis, as those two were the things that intrested me most
5. for telekinesis they said that meditation was mandatory, so i started meditating. i liked it, but i hated it
6.at the peak of my TK skill i was able to inch a psiwheel, but just barely. and i only did it once.
7.then i gave up and moved to obes. i swear i was SO damn close, i even had a lucid dream that simulated an obe, sensations and all. it was wonderful.
8.read an article on psipog about making a link with your subconscous and thought it would be amazing. so i did it. and it was amazing. without it, i mightve cracked under some of the pressure i had been goin through at the time.
9. developed a personal problem and wiggled through the thick of it painfully. ( in fact i still am, i had a breakdown recently. i posted about it in some other thread..)
10. and somehow, along the way of all of that, i turned into a zombie, so to speak. i lost my ego, forgot who i was. VERY confusing, hard to think about. only just recently have i started to use my experiences for my own benefit, therefore, finding somewhat who i am. sometimes im pretty ok, i mean, some of my old thought patterns are coming back. then somebody says something that reminds me of my... problem, and i get anchored back down through hell, and think, "Whoa, maybe this is reality after all?" and even though, logically, it doesn't make sense, my mind is convinced that it is the case.

okay, sorry, maybe that was more info than needed, but it feels better after i get it on paper.

Do you believe it's something that we need to prepare for, or something that is going to occur naturally? I think the Mayan's describe it as a natural process.

I read in Immanuel Kant's essay on enlightenment "Enlightenment is a man's emergence from his own self-imposed immaturity." He follows later "there is more chance of a public enlightenment". I understand that a lot more now than when I first read it. It is easier for us to become enlightened if those around us are at the same time...

yeah, that's a natural problem in all of us to feel uneasy when you're ahead of the game or when you are a little different. nobodys a natural born leader, so... you feel that you sometimes need to wait for other people to be at the same place you are at before you are comfortable with it.

but yeah, all it takes is a few people with bravery and leadership. just a few people to realize that they can write history to come. then all that's left that those people need is the determination to do it. then others will follow.

the fact that i thought of that by myself says that already, we are inching closer. and thats why they say that this will all happen in 2012.

so, any volunteers?

... this might be a little off topic

right now i aint doin too good.yes, at this moment i am depressed. but this is a differnt kind of depression. its not the kind of depression where you you overreact to something that happened to you and later on end up getting over it and dealing/livng with it. its the kind that hides inside of you, trying to be forgotten. and you're okay... until something you see or hear drags you back into it. like an anchor. just a few words, that may have the force of a puddle to other people, but because of your problem,  the power of those words feels like a tidal wave crashing you down into instant hell bringing with it endless negetive emotions and sadness. and you can go on feeling like this for many hours, or even, multiple days on end, until, you forget. and thats because the depression got so bad that you're body and mind just couldn't emotionally take it any more. and then you go carefree mood, keeping yourself busy and ignorant. (thats my happiness) . now some people might call that denial, but where else am i to go? going back to hell isn't helping me any and i know i wouldn't make it through no matter how hard i try. But anyway, that's the mood i am in for awhile until eventually another anchor comes and drags me away.

to put it lightly, that's the way my life has been rolling along for the past 8 months.

does anybody know of/think it's possible to quick  n' dirty happiness? i mean, it'd be nice if there was some kind of drive-thru i can go to, and you know, order up... it'd make things a whole lot easier      .   all jokes aside, i need help in finding happiness. i can't go on living with this bipolar like disease eating at my life. my only life may i remind you.

help? anybody?

lol, no i havent smoked weed in... 6 months.

but let me tell you, when i did, i turned into the happiest man on the planet!

i tell ya, if kids want to expirement with drugs, let it be weed!

yeah, sometimes i regret looking into psychic abilities/ obe/ paranormale. it messed me up( in a good and bad way ). i have never felt or been the same. like i said, it is good in a lot of ways, but it it also bad. its funny, i never saw it coming.  i mean, honestly, one would think that something so great would not have bad side-effects.

for me, the bad part is the feeling of never fitting in. i look at the people at my school and observe how they act, amazed that i know and understand so much more than them. then i think, why me? why me, out of all of these people, do i get blessed with all this knowledge? it's because i can handle it. most people i know wouldnt think twice about saying that psionics is fake...