Last night, among other things, I asked to tap into the holiday mysteries... Elves, Santa Amanita, Saturnalia, the whole nine... I wanted to be shown something about the real power behind the symbolism passed in different forms throughout the ages...

The medicine felt and tasted stronger than usual. A fierce windstorm was blowing outside...

My previous encounters with this particular brew were very gentle. Things began as normal, but continued to intensify... barely managed to relocate to my bed (wasn't quite walking in this earth dimension) and snuggle under many layers of blankets...

My abdomen was lifted open, much like lifting up the hood on a car to perform work. Hands reached inside, and as they calibrated my body, my intestines writhed.

Eventually, I was unable to move at all and overcome with visions of death, that were a challenge to my ego. Dead animals, dead people, destruction... the residual energy left in any decaying body, broken city.. and fierce and powerful...

My arms were pulled apart and outstretched, one ankle was crossed atop the other, and I was pushed into a typical crucifixion posture. I opened to embrace the entire world... all the death in the world... I became so passive, observing, accepting... The dance of life and death were all the play of divine imagination, contained within the expanse of my arms...

I like the Gayatri Mantra to help navigate rough times of fear, but for some reason, the Hail Mary was the only thing my mind could grab (I had Catholic influences in my very early childhood, but it's not something I practiced since I was 12).

Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord blah blah blah...
Hail Mary, full of Grace...
Hail Mary, full of, full...
Hail Mary, full...
Hail Mary, Hail Mary...
Hail...

If the information of language is like a string of beads, when we learn to speak, as children, the string of beads becomes wound and twisted in a very specific way. We go through life, holding onto this string twisted into this same pattern, forever... Some people are fortunate enough to speak several languages, but even then, the knot is still bound by several types of syntax.

I lost it. Just like going into yoga... like stretching... like cells replicating... like an orgasm... like lightning... like that flash of inspiration in the bathtub... This knot in my brain... Language, syntax, form, vocabulary, dissolved.

This rigid structure fell into what felt like a wet spaghetti noodle. There were no words, no syntax, no idea... only a flow of PURE LANGUAGE. I began to speak in tongues!

My rational mind observed the situation as it happened, and still stands with its hands in the air, completely unable to offer any explanation.

I've never witnessed a person speak in tongues. I've never youtubed it. It wasn't in my mind. Sure, I've heard about it. It wasn't even some weird language I picked up when I was two years old when I stayed with the babysitter from Nibiru... this was beyond. It came from this insane place, outside, yet inside, of me.

I'm so dumbfounded. It was so deep. I just slipped and collapsed into a state of total neuro-linguistic plasticity.

Now that I can speak again, I am honestly too beside myself to even ask, WTF? One for the scrapbooks.

All I could ask at the time (when I could finally speak), was, "What am I?"

And, in retrospect, "What is possible?!"

Not uncommon, I often "speak in tongues" when I am Spicing. Granted, I generally like to smoke about 1 to 2 grams of harmaloid freebase couple with 1 to 3 grams of pure white DMT Spice in a 4 to 6 hour period. When I reach a certain level after smoking then any time I open my mouth and try to speak it is strictly in tongues. It is a very spiritual and emotional experience. I love it.

Not uncommon, I often "speak in tongues" when I am Spicing. Granted, I generally like to smoke about 1 to 2 grams of harmaloid freebase couple with 1 to 3 grams of pure white DMT Spice in a 4 to 6 hour period. When I reach a certain level after smoking then any time I open my mouth and try to speak it is strictly in tongues. It is a very spiritual and emotional experience. I love it.

I have been trying to speak this language for years, I hear it so well, but my mouth doesn't go like that It mostly sounds like English mixed up backwards and sideways to me. I think it is accessible from a variety of altered states of consciousness. For some reason, the Uberspracken is more discernible when I am moving around, as opposed to lying quietly. I think maybe this has something to do with why it is common in Pentecostal [I think] type of congregations, which involve a more somatic approach to spirituality. I have argued before that speaking in tongues and feeling the raw power of the spirit is no actual proof of any particular deity or entity, only that there is something very strange going on.

I suppose that iyam a genuine straight edge Gnostic, in that if there is a higher power, it ought to be well enough observable and detectable if it is to have any actuality at all. An unobservable, nonactive deity is no deity at all.

I dunno about speaking in tounges but I have been forced to make really strange harmonic noises before while on psilocybin and DMT..moreso with psilocybin.

I think that speaking in tounges is some sort of neuro-linguistic seizure, sort of like a huge primal release of linguistic energy..devoid of any coherant meaning..maybe it has a purpose..like some sort of recalibration is going on..

Interesting report.

I almost posted earlier in this thread about me and my Pentecostal friend who I attended church with for nearly a year! She invited me and being the student of religion that I am I could not refuse.

Pentecostals do not listen to music in church! Music is the Devils tool so they read from the bible clap there hands and stomp there feet.