Hello everyone, long time lurker. I want to share a story with all of you. I respect the collective wisdom of this forum greatly... maybe this can serve as my intro essay and perhaps someone will have an insight into what transpired on this fateful day a few summers ago.. :]

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It seems like the most significant events in your life happen at the most unexpected times and in places where you would never think they would be likely to occur.

To add a bit of background contrast to my story, last year I took a trip (I should say journey, really..) to South East Asia and traveled, overland for 8 months through the beautiful countries of Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Thailand, and Malaysia. I went far and wide and of course reached nothing of the spiritual enlightenment I thought I would in lands filled with ancient cities, giant Buddhas, gold & jade temples, monks in saffron robes and wise and serene elephants. I had the entire gamut of experiences possible - I nearly died a couple of times, I met beautiful and exotic women, I pushed my body and mind training in martial arts, I ate a cobra's still beating heart and I witnessed the beauty and perseverance of the earth and its people even in lands & souls we had desecrated and scorched with napalm just a few short decades ago.

Even with this treasured time/education/experience of my life the spontaneous enlightenment and spiritual evolution I secretly expected to encounter remained as elusive as ever. I craved .. I yearned... something; at its basest, perhaps some "proof" of spiritual energy and/or of the divine. I knew I would never find "it" in the godless city of New York .. so it made sense to me that I might find "it" in the far East. Still, it wouldn't manifest.

I denounced religion at the ripe age of seven years old. I grew up in an ethnic Yugoslavian Muslim setting and remember to this day being at a relatives house and proclaiming to an older relative that "There is no God! We came from monkeys!" and he in turn chastising me by spanking me on my young behind. My household was ethnically Muslim but in all practicality, agnostic. At that age my favorite show was "Beyond 2000" and "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

I remained a passionate atheist throughout my rebellious adolescent/teenage years and when I discovered the term agnosticism I settled. It made sense. I recall the befuddled expressions in my 10th grade Italian class when I was the only one to proudly answer "Agnostic!" as my 'religion' of choice..

Not too long ago, in my lower 20s, I was working as a driver for a millionaire and just taking it day by day. Living, eating, drinking, going to school about sums it up.

One pleasant summer night, I had gone out with a few friends for some drinks. Not my usual crew (dipsomaniacs) but a few friends I was still getting to know. They were calmer and less reckless than my usual buddies.

There was about 5-6 of us and we were doing what a few million lost souls do every Friday/Saturday night in the city with more bars per square foot than anywhere in the world. It's cold and miserable here in the winter and when its not it's humid and sticky; NYC has a certain paradoxical quality - it can make one feel alone and bewildered in the crowds, disconnected from nature, disconnected from self. Libation seems to be the answer for many.

We were doing the barhopping thing and had had a few drinks... just warming up. Now, I'm of eastern European descent and I'm not a small dude, 6'3 and anywhere from 185-200 lbs. I also happen to have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, with plenty of early training from the ages of 14-20. 21 came, I hit the ground chugging.
Luckily by the age of this story (24ish) I had a few years in and calmed down. There's a moral to this story, bear with me!

Back to the streets of the Lower East Side in Manhattan. We had a few drinks at the first bar, nothing crazy .. warm up buzz achieved.. and left to move on to another spot.

We had just arrived and were all hanging out outside of the bar, shooting the shit. Our physical layout was thus: 4-5 of us congregated near the door and I was a few meters off to the side talking to this other kid.

As I exhaled tobacco smoke and dropped my cigarette to stomp it out, I noticed an interesting figure approaching from down the block. Now New Yorkers are notorious for being completely apathetic to most occurrences that would end up on the front page of the Salt Lake City times. But this guy caught my attention.

The figure walking up the block looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s, about 6 feet tall and pretty lanky with a long beard and long hair. Typical Jesus/Hippie looking dude. Around his neck was a posterboard sign... I do not exactly remember the contents of it, but it was something concerning spiritual salvation. Spiritual - not Christian, Catholic, Judaic, etc... that much I know for sure.

Without thinking, as he walked past me I decided I should get his attention, apparently I had something to ask him. (It is rare that I will approach randomers on the street)

"Hey dude!" He stopped and turned around.

With a smirk, I inquired: "Know where I could get some LSD?"

He smiled back, warmly. "You don't need that."

"I know, I know. I get it, YOU don't need that. But I do. You look like the type of person who would know where to get some!"

He kept smiling. "You don't need that."

This gentle back and forth banter went on in similar fashion for a few moments until he approached me.

This is the point in the story where it becomes very difficult for me to explain myself fully. I will try to re-describe the scene as accurately (chronologically and mentally) as possible.

He approached me, standing a few feet away, paused and looked right at me. He said nothing further but instead opened his mouth slightly, and began to produce a very high pitched tone.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

...

This is where I am almost at a loss for words.

SNAP. My mind blanked, caved in on itself. You know those old TV sets that go from a static channel and in a moment condense into a fading white line when you hit the power button? Well, someone hit the power button to my mind.

I really can't recall how long I was in this state, or what I looked like physically while it was happening or even what I "saw" during. I cannot even say that *I* was there, in the void, the ego is removed, floating in nothingness...

SNAP. I'm back...I'm aware, my vision is kind of fuzzy but I have returned and he's standing right in front of me, and in my peripheral vision I'm aware of my friend, a few feet further behind from me.

"Whoa..." I hear my friend exclaim softly.

A few seconds pass ...

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he does it again.

SNAP. Back to the void, to nothingness? It is extremely frustrating and difficult to convey into words.. this part of the experience...

"EEEeeee.." the sound fades away.

SNAP. I'm back. My eyes feel watery, my vision is extremely blurred. Also, I'm high as a kite. HIGH!!

I notice that for a few moments whenever he finishes the sound... when he "comes back" ... his eyes roll back into his head several times and his eyelids flutter. I cannot help but thinking that it gets him high too.

So ... in this ... newfound high state... I guess I am just dumbfounded, I sort of just stand there like a reed in the breeze.

He shares one more story with me before he departs. Just prior to running in with me he had encountered a man who had approached him and started accosting him, verbally attacking him, ridiculing him, etc.
"He must have been high on on cocaine or something, because he had a very violently neurotic energy and his eyes were glassy..."
He explained how as Mr. Cokehead continued to harass and belittle him, he stood there, saying not a word, and used a technique that he called "mirroring" to direct all of his negative energy back at him.
"After a while, the guy broke down, started crying and apologizing. He was a mess."

With those words, he left. I put my hands to my forehead and bow-wai'd. He returned my gesture with a knowing smile.

At the time, I felt no need for an explanation. I was high... perplexed as I may be today about the experience, at the time, I innately "understood" that he had somehow manipulated a vibrational energy field projecting it with the tone of his voice and it had clearly affected me greatly. This... peace and content with a profoundly moving and strange experience is a very peculiar thing to have happen to you.

To this day, I could totally see myself being an immature ASSHOLE (initially) if someone told me this story:
"LOLZ, this guy would be a hit at parties!" or
"LOL, you were just wasted" or
"WTF, you didn't ask him how he did it or what THAT was?" or
"WTF, why didn't you get his name/number/punch him in the face..."

or something to that effect. All I can say is at the time, I was high ... but calm, and injected with a sense of understanding.

At that point, my night was done. DONE.

I went up to my friends and quickly, awkwardly said goodbye (I was high as hell).

No way in hell that I could continue drinking. In fact, it seemed absolutely ridiculous in light of what had just occurred. This guy just shattered my perception of reality, he just GOT ME HIGH on the street with nothing but his voice... this was not something my usually scientific and skeptical mind would EVER think was possible.

I walked to my car... in a haze, dazed, lost in my thoughts...out of the periphery there were voices. People. Socializing ... it's what people do.. they earn their paper money and go out and spend it and imbibe to loosen up and forget... Beeping of horns. Cars.. mechanical constructs. Laughter, shouting. Human emotion... empathy ...

Everything around me was broken down, everything seemed so INSIGNIFICANT ... drinking, social structures, money, jobs... it was all so.. ridiculously unimportant and artificial! It was so insignificant ... it just dwarfed on me...overwhelming me .. and to my surprise, I felt the hot lash of tears streaming down my face as I continued to walk on...

I cried the whole way, and when I reached my car, I collapsed within the drivers seat and began sobbing. I don't know WHY I was crying... it wasn't sadness, it wasn't joy, it wasn't anger, it wasn't fear, it wasn't regret. It's as if I cannot find the words to describe the emotion/experience that caused these tears to flow voluminously. I don't cry often at all.

Someone knocked on my window. I rolled it down.

The outside world was a colorful water painting.

"Dude, do you have a cigarette... oh, shit. You're crying. Are you all right dude?"

I managed to motion the person away while rolling up my window and nodding that I was ok. I could do no more.

I sat in my car for quite some time, until the tears subsided. I felt utterly exhausted, questioned if I could drive home in this state. I managed. The drive was serene and my mind was exceptionally clear on the way home.

I remember the utter, complete exhaustion as I collapsed into my bed and instantly fell asleep.

Heh. The funny thing about these experiences ... you have to go to work the next day. I did.

As I sat in my boss' $150,000 BMW, I felt a sense of peace and calm like I had never felt before. I parked in front of some shrubs and a patch of grass, just to have something green and alive in front of me to stare at while I waited. As I sat, I meditated, without trying. I felt happy.. content .. whole..

..to this day, I cannot explain what happened to me ...

Wow, I don't know what to tell you. The universe is full of miraculous things waiting to come out of the woodwork for those who are seeking, open, and ready. That being said, I don't know of anyone capable of doing what that crazy hippie could do. Maybe it WAS Jesus. It was your experience, and if you want answers about it bad enough you can probably find a way to get 'em. Hell, maybe someone here at the nexus knows the guy?

Wow, thats quite the story.

amazing story.. never heard anything like it!

that guy sounds like some sort of living binaural beat machine

I have no explanation for that. That guy knew his stuff! What is the stuff though? Hmm..very interesting.

wow I usually shy away from reading post that long but damn, that's one hell of a story, very captivating. I don't even know what to believe and this is a drug forum... Sounds like that guy really got into your head and did some jedi work. Probably an alien.

That sounds awesome. I'm going to practice on my dog.

Why isn't there an emoticon for that smile?

<3

Wow. Awesome experience man We need moar crazy hippies like that!

Keep telling that story, dude! It's a good one, and makes me curious.

Read around a little bit! I don't think anything on here can answer your question, but there are a lot of us asking related ones.

Welcome to the Nexus!

undoubtedly
this kinda reminds me of that thread where that guy recreated a sound he heard on dmt, and it amplified his trips in both potency and duration.
very curious...

Thank you for humoring me guys and reading & responding. I almost had to get it off my chest.. I kind of shelved the memory for a while. It's as if I couldn't process the event in its entirety and it had to marinate for a while.

I've got some interesting hypotheses as to what actually happened..

Now basically, my intuition tells me a few things.. first of all he prepared himself for a second and then made a clear high pitched tone ( "EEE" ) .. it's been suggested that the sound might be a chakra tone that is resonating with one of my chakra centers. Now this has profound implications and my next step is to confirm it with someone who is versed in spiritual arts perhaps to describe the exercise, tell me something further or teach me. Because I can say with 100% certainty "IT WORKS!" because I've experienced it and more so I'll never forget it.

I feel like this is my quest now haha. I gotta say its pretty awesome. I didn't really care when I was younger but for the last few years yeah, I would love nothing more than to run into a UFO or see EBEs ... of course that never happened to me and I doubt it will for some reason .. so I feel extremely lucky to have had this experience ... I am not exaggerating one bit btw..

BTW this ties in with cymatics as well http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cymatics and here is a very nice video displaying sound/vibration can form what seem to be frequency specific fractal patterns in fine sand...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtiSCBXbHAg

BTW if anyone is familiar with the book Be Here Now by Baba Ram Dass..

http://en.wikipedia.org/...i/Be_Here_Now_%28book%29

I used to call it "the acid book" when I was younger because it has all this psychadelic text/scripture written on what looks like brown blotter paper in the book.
Basically it details the journey of a harvard researcher to who goes to the mountains in India and studies under this Indian Guru...
He documents him as having powers of spontaneous manifestation (conjuring food, trinkets, etc out of nowhere) and tells a few more interesting stories, (displays of what he calls "siddhis" - translates to power) such as when his guide, impossibly, knew something deeply personal of his.
Or another case when he recounts the old indian man tapping him three times on the center of his forehead and proclaiming that the effect was the being highest he had ever been in his life, even more than taking obscene amounts of liquid/blotter acid...

Was I "lucky" enough to witness a display of "siddhis" right in New York - hidden in plain sight? It trips me out to even think about it..

Siddhi (Devanagari सिद्धि; IAST: siddhi; Tibetan: དངོས་གྲུབ, Wylie: dngos grub[1]) is a Sanskrit noun that can be translated as "perfection", "accomplishment", "attainment", or "success".[2] The term is first attested in the Mahabharata. In the Pancatantra, a siddhi may be any unusual skill or faculty or capability. As a legal term in the Manusmriti, it refers to the settlement of a debt.

In the Samkhya Karika and Tattva Samasa, and hence in Tantric Buddhism, it specifically refers to the acquisition of supernatural powers by magical means or the supposed faculty so acquired. These powers include items such as clairvoyance, levitation, bilocation, becoming as small as an atom, materialization, having access to memories from past lives, etc. The term is also used in this sense in the Sarva-darśana-saṃgraha of Madhvacharya (1238–1317).

WOW! this was really intressting stuff! sounds like something from a movie!
but i think youre on the right path with cymatics there but still just scratching the surface. sound is vibrations and vibrations is everything i think. different vibration manifests in different physical form!
imo if you use sound/vibrations aim at an object and find the right tune you can eventually change the physical form of that object. now im defenietly no scientist at all but what if he changed you biochemical form in youre brain with that sound or something like that.
im defenietly a believer in this stuff both mystical and scientific becuase in my opinion its the same when it comes down to it. I actually spoke with my boss about this stuff today at work and he told me he was dateing a yoga girl from uzbekistan for a while and she had witnessed an indian guy levitate from doing mantras! this stuff happens all the time i think, there are people out there that can do amazing stuff! I just wish they tread forward and shared their knowledge more often!
Great post by the way really enjoyed it!

Wow, amazing story, this subjects really interests me!
it mada me remember the story from True Hallucinogens, from Terence Mckenna, his brother had an similar experience verbalizing a sound he could catch while in shroomz.
its also an area i want to experiment together with merkaba, getting to specific "dimensions" creating a empty field where your voice cancels specific frequencies being worked, creating a common field. i really cant explain well for now, but once ive discovered more ill share it here

Loved this story! Couldn't say at all what it was all about of course but wow what a story to tell!
Carlinesque

wow that was a great read. very interesting

Very interesting indeed, loved reading it!
Hope you find out what happened one day...and teach us how to do it!