Aliens post on these forums regularly, Its the only reason I'm attracted towards the nexus.

It's supposedly 'channeled', being delivered straight from a higher entity. But it's just English... he's likely just a guy, pulling beliefs from all over. But who cares where it comes from, as long as you like it; it's just as likely as any other.

what attracts the aliens?

he does explain the accent (certain "vibraaaaaaational freeequencies" that allow a "conversation on more than one level) and the english (same really as any medium channeling).

but its not like it matters if it is legit, and really everything he says does seem to be a combination of things that are already theorized/known.


plus its just awesome everytime he says "and to you good day"

The human/earth experiment of course or my milk lizard, not sure. BTW thank you aliens for finding me a job, much appreciated.

Its not productive to let your 'liking' of something override critique, logic and factuality. Im doing all I can to get to the bottom of this. Because I know there's a lot more going on than what meets the eye. Just because something sounds like its 'right' or sparks a light bulb in your head doesnt mean it's correct or inclusive of all the information.

What he proposes is major stuff - not to be taken lightly. Whether it's right or wrong isn't the point at the moment. But at least its a platform to work from. Because, to me, there is no doubt as to of the existence of these beings. And my natural instinct drives me to find an answer.

Until I conclude an answer personally from my own experience everything else is just a guide. And i think nothing is more important than knowing the source of the information you're taking on board - otherwise how else can you give it any kind of legitimacy. Its like believing a book of science with no bibliography or references.

Part 1: Abduction Report (Below. Skip if desired.)
Part 2: Where I'm at with using DMT to convince myself abduction's all in my head. (At bottom.)

Recounting abduction experience when I was in 2nd grade:

Note: One of many. I've tried every conceivable way I can come up with to rationalize, minimize or dismiss my memories that happened "to me" kinda like rape. I didn't "choose" to have these things happen to me, they were forced against me and scared into my brain. I wish what happened didn't happen. I wish the memory would go away.

Part 1:

I would be terrified to go to sleep. I would eventually go to sleep. I would wake up usually from a weird sound outside. Trash can knocked over, some rustling outside. When I’d wake, the air would be rubbery, and a persistent low hum would be permeating the room. I would always awake in a state of physiological paralysis, however it was not physical paralysis like sleep paralysis, but a psychological paralysis like part of my brain (higher cognitive functioning) was turned off by a beam that was both the sound, and affecting my brainwaves. I could still move my fingers slightly.

The light seemed to come from all directions. Every object had no shadow coming from the direction through which they would enter, and they would always enter from behind whichever direction my head was lying. Knowing my mother’s body and brain are turned off so that she has no way of helping me was equally frightening as it was irritating knowing no mater how long it took them to find their way into my bedroom, no mater how much noise they made fumbling around doing whatever it is their doing, irrespective the noise no one would wake, so it is entirely up to me whether or not they get me this time.

I could feel the vibrating numbing effects of the hum. It felt molecularly like it caused all mater in the room air included to vibrate almost slightly out of phase with time. I remember my electronic clock one time reading the exact same time for what seemed like 5 minutes until I forcefully ended the abduction. Afterward the minute hand ticked over and I was greatly relieved albeit frightened by the surging adrenaline coursing through my veins, shaken up, and untrusting to fall back to sleep for hours afterward.

The beam itself (whatever created the molecular hum and blue light) seemed to be prying at my conscious mind to get me to let go and trust it. To let go to the hum’s naturally anesthetizing effect it had on my conscious mind to give way to deep sleep. It was identical now to deep delta hemisync tones used to induce deep sleep.

Every night it was a waiting game. I would use all my mental energy to stay conscious and present minded. I had a very pressing sense I had to remain “in the moment” knowing the moment my consciousness wavered I would pass out, (abduction would occur with no memory) and awake mortified feeling like I had just been raped.

I also had the innate understanding if I remembered a stream of consecutive conscious thoughts that I would later remember, then that would make any “mind wipe” or “screen memory” less likely to produce the fully amnesic lapse in memory such as my ability to consciously reconstruct, or recall based upon trigger memory might jeopardize or compromise their mission to maintain complete memory compartmentalization. Even my ability to subconsciously recall to “wake up!” at the first signs of the beam was a subconsciously implanted request. I would think about it as the last thing I would think about before going to sleep any night I felt they were coming.

I would tell if it was a night they planned on attempting abduction by a high pitched metallic taste in my mouth, ringing in my ears, pain in my frontal lobe, a high charged electrical sensation in the air similar to what you feel standing under a power line or by a high voltage transformer box. Sometimes I could feel something off in the distance almost “psychically”, like a feeling I would get before I would often see a UFO in the sky.

Almost as if I could pick up a high pitched chatter coming from their hive consciousness through some holographic nature in reality where the part of my mind they formatted and implanted subconscious commands into was responsive some how to their mind’s functioning whenever a grey alien was geographically close within a couple thousand miles of where I lived. It was a combination of sound and geometric imagery tightly woven flipping like silicon transistors with hissing and clicking sounds that relayed themselves unexacting upon my conscious definitely coming from a cold scientific calculating source. When this occurred the intensity would waiver for anywhere from 10-20 minutes at times throughout the day.

I’d feel overwhelmingly sure if I responded to any of this chatter my primitive brain would send a carry back wave on the frequency of shared consciousness equivalent to that of a dirty analogue phone call in opposition to their computer programming group think, and instantly I would be identified as needing to be abducted in order they could snip my back door connection to ease dropping on their conversations.

I would listen in sometimes unable of fully comprehending what it was they were yabbering on about. Most times it seemed statistical reports, number crunching coordinates, numerous probability matrices, biological DNA/RNA flow charts for biological augmentation, and delegation of who forgets what, and reprograms themselves with what for what critical tasks analytical or physically to be performed on hybrid / abductee. Most it was comparing proofs against each other as bio chemical machines in order to test fault tolerance in order to substantiate ordering one of them to stand down, debrief unto another taken out of stasis, and recharge their husk / (body) This information would go on unceasingly.

These beings are genetically engineered away from sleeping patterns per say. I suspected they got nutrients through light emitted from the paneling on their ship, but I never saw them sleep. The information they would send among one another was encrypted to some extent. Only pattern recognition would give me means by which to differentiate the general subtext without deriving deeper comprehension. This was frustrating at times.

Since the language was multicast in nature (such as each entity unceasingly communicated without pause) multiple data streams harmonically fit together, and one of those channels was clear text unencrypted commands specifically for past abductees to pick up on like an “abduction channel” per say with embedded commands of when you would go to sleep, and what you would be thinking in order to assure you would go to sleep by x time, etc. This one was a one way communiqué. I had to learn to build a subconscious blocker to this one so I could listen past it to pick up the other ones. I had to memorize it as being received, pattern recognize overlap from previous commands all in order to get a subliminal resistance to being easily remote controlled. Until I cracked back into my own head, it was not my brain again. This took a decade or longer.

I would stay there awake eyes opened staring at my wall unable to move except ever so slightly only with the greatest of effort. I would feel the room get slightly colder before they entered the room. I would smell a horrid stench the second their bodies phased through the walls. They would only ever come through the walls on few occasions. The stronger my willful resistance to the beam, the more likely I would be to physically snapping out of it to where I could move around again. I imagine reason being their frail bodies would not stand a chance even against a kid in the second grade, so in order not to risk physical injury themselves, they would not risk entering the room unless I’m almost out for the count.

Each night I would stay awake for hours waiting for it (the beam) to pass. One time I waited all the way from midnight - 1:30 in the morning all the way till 5:30AM with tears in my eyes relieved I made it through! One time however I had a terrifying memory of an experience. I remember it as an early termination at night. I remember I used higher power, white light concentration meditation techniques to thwart what I thought at the time was the onset to abduction. The tentacles in the back of my head seemed to go away more distantly and I was able to drift off to sleep be musingly arrogantly self assured I had this “alien abduction thing” so under control. “Why not?!” I thought. “Why not just go comfortably asleep?” as I carelessly drifted into a deep and restful sleep for the first time in what seemed like over 6 months.

Wrong answer. I awoke at 4:32AM. My eyelids felt like a thousand pounds of cement. The room was pulsing. My head was spinning. I was disorientated. I was crippled down way down inside. I felt like I was inside my body crushed by the weight of a thousand pounds of flesh. I felt like my will was suffocated. Not knowing what was going on, I tried to ascertain quickly what was going on. Realizing I was in severe risk of being abducted, I couldn’t even remember to remember. I tried to emote some sort of will to call on Jesus, anything. I could not get it “my brain” to turn over.

I was so mentally handicapped I didn’t even have the capacity to feel fear poignantly. I instantaneously experienced a flash of white light hearing a loud *SNAP*. … 3 seconds the air grew thinner. My vision was momentarily red across both eyes. It quickly faded from a complete red blur as my alarm clock comes back into focus. 2 hours have passed. While this is going on I’m hearing that humming sound grow quieter over three seconds it’s gone. I’m paralyzed from shock amnesic of what just happened. I’m terrified as the glow leaves the room. I feel like a discarded animal dropped off at it’s owner’s house by animal control.

The only thing I know for certain is how my body lays orientated now was not how it was a second ago. I remember enough to still remember I was fighting something dreaded before “this” happened having no memory what “this” is. As I begin to realize what just happened, and begin to accept it was not just in my head, and that I was just abducted I felt like they “hit and run” on me like a cheap trick. As I slowly piece together what happened the night before in my arrogance, I begin to feel true terror, helplessness, and sadness so deep a tear from terror ran down my cheek before I could even acknowledge my emotional state. Psychologically I felt raped and fractured.

My nasal cavities felt like they had been crushed from being under constant pressure from some sort of surgical tool. Quickly grasping up to my nose I felt it was loose where it connected at the top. Briefly feeling my forehead I noticed cold sweat. Simultaneously I took note my body was frail as if I had been running all night as though I had been running a marathon. I Begin to feel my stomach queasy.

Instinctively I shove my pinky fingers up my nose backwards assuring my nails don’t scar the insides of my nostrils applying brief abrupt pressure. (Not enough to cause bleeding) Upon removing my fingers my right nostril showed no signs of blood. My left nostril shows profuse bright red bleeding. I run into the bathroom, bunch up tp and apply pressure to stop the bleeding. I begin sulking and crying as images come rushing back into my head subliminally triggering a sense something bad happened, but I can’t see what it is because of the mind wipe. “Damn it they got me.” I think to myself feeling deeply disappointed. Several thoughts go racing through my head at this point.

I could go on farther, but this is exhausting.


Part 2:

In reply to "Space Man 1000"'s initial question:

Perhaps if abducted, subconscious tries to spiritualize, integrate, or make excuses why traumatic event never happened, but fails so makes bullshit cute cute rendition so it's easier to swallow, or it's newage fluff constructed from false memory, media saturation, fear of the unknown. I wish I knew.

Perhaps mind scan allows gray aliens to make amnesic your ability to recall. Perhaps DMT allows you to relive past abduction memories. I've never experienced anything remotely similar to my abduction experience. Remembering it use to scare me, but since I've made peace with and evolved beyond it and other alien experiences is why it's not something common to themes in my DMT trips.

I think aliens format your brain so you can hold more information, and that means you do become "an alien" over time in that regard if you learn how to hack into that compartmentalized head space where abductions are locked away. I know they exist. I've searched for another abductee and have never found a credible one. The world's littered with incorrect information concerning the subject.

Perhaps you're having a revelatory experience where you're "remembering" what you're subconscious already knows, or a rendition it's feeding you to justify / or rationalize your past abduction experiences which you can't remember. I would go through a rigorous attempt to validate or invalidate whether or not this is an authentic case of abduction, or a DMT induced construct of your mind.

I don't want to believe in this abduction stuff, but I can't change what I remember. What sucks is my memory of the experience hasn't changed over the years according to everyone I've known throughout my life. If there were inconsistencies I could dismiss it as confabulation. For the longest time I was obsessed learning about the phenomenon. Books "The Threat", is the only one I take any bit seriously. I don't claim myself nor anyone else knows exactly what's going on. I don't expect anyone who has not been abducted to have any rational interest in the subject other than perhaps "spiritualism", overly imaginative curiosity, or a need to vicariously believe or need to seek for things to define their self concept, fill their life with purpose, justify other psychological stuff, or sincere curiosity stemming from real life UFO encounters, or just an unquenchable thirst for knowledge in all things, the paranormal, etc.

Google "International Center for Abduction Research" (a site with an abduction questionnaire). I'm not recommending you submit it, rather looking at the questions may make you uneasy but help you recall past events. Notice what's going through your mind. May you sharpen your psychological and analytical tool set to it's sharpest so you may scalpel and dissect your brains memories skillfully; no coloring nor shading, slice by slice in order to see for yourself if anythings there.

Otherwise I see it perfectly possible and more likely that you were just tripping. Good luck!

I'm not sure about the whole abduction thing. Ive experienced aliens working on my brain in my room invisibly. Why would they abduct you when they have access to you without your knowledge 24 hours a day?

Just my opinion

Far out conjecture for entertainment's sake:

Perhaps a small percentage of DMT induced visions of them working on your brain are in fact your brain reenacting an implanted neurological program that is experienced as "a traumatic alien abduction where they are operating on your brain", and the reason that program is inserted into your head, and the reason why it's invisible to you in every day consciousness is in order to keep their identities and involvement a secret from human civilization, and to make sure if you do remember, your brain plays this program which scrambles whatever you do remember so it is edited. Kind of like scrambling a tape so you can't make out what was said. Either way, I can't imagine a more powerful liberating force other than DMT that could trigger recall of everything that has ever happened to you (including past alien abduction experiences), and if I were a highly technologically evolved alien race abducting humans I would not want them to figure out what I was doing so I would have a tape looped like a telephone answering machine's outgoing message that would make all abductees remember the exact same "blah" experience in order to make discernment between the "pre-recorded message" and the original impossible if not extremely frustrating due to getting both experiences overlapped, or other parts forgotten. It would also serve to discredit the experiences as sleep paralysis. This is all assuming this civilization exists.

This "perhaps" circumstantial suggestion actually stems from my memory of whenever I as a young kid would try to remember what happened during an abduction experience, I would have an acute fear of being abducted for even peering into my memories. This was followed by some part of my consciousness emitting a sound I could hear in my head that was high pitched like a bark collar.

Consistently if I didn't consciously shut the thing off or stop trying to crack into my head to access the memories of my abduction experience that had been locked away from me, there would be another attempt at abducting me that night. Back when I was in 2nd grade I remember shortly after one of these times I was trying to think back to an abduction it was on the weekend in the middle of the day when a black cloud moved in over top a hill to the left of our house and stopped in front of the house across the streets above and behind the power lines (our house was located in the middle of nowhere), and just sat there.

A black little rain cloud with lightning bolts arching sheet lightning across itself a couple hundred feet away, couple hundred feet above the power lines. It just sat there so I called my mother out. It was still there for another 4 minutes while we watched. My mother yelled out to my aunt to "come over and take a look at this". She stopped her chores, and began walking over. Before she got close enough to see the thing up close, it just decided to move away over the cow fields until it was out of sight gradually moving faster & faster reaching a speed that made no sense for a rain cloud.

My aunt never saw it emit lightning, but said she saw a dark cloud perfectly still move out of view. I'm thankful all this weirdness didn't go on for more than a year. I took breaks from trying to remember any of it so I could go to sleep at night without being harassed.

Personally I think all these forms of aliene or other intelligences are all but one conscious intelligence experiencing itself through us. The variety of "aliens", "beings", "entities" or "gods" that are experienced are the many manifolds of that higher one intelligence that we happen to perceive during which, is totally dependent on the individual. The many different polarities of the human consciousness that will present themselves at different times according to what needs done to the individual.

What I've seemed to come to realize is that all these many forms are enmeshed in that ONE...throwing themselves out there at different times.

I look at it this way...sit with yourself in solitude for a day or few days. You will experience MANY different aspects/personalities of yourself that you might of never known. Highs, lows and all the in betweens.. surfacing at different points throughout the day.

Now....from a totally grounded perspective...these many different aspects/personalities don't seem to lend much in the way of help.....your just merely observing them in your solitude. But once you do dmt, perception may be greatly enhanced to where you can EASILY perceive these many manifolds of yourself..seeing them for what they are and/or you are...hence learning all the multitude of lessons.

Now I'm not saying its all in the head...as I think everything is "all in the head". But I tend to think these higher forms that can occur are part of that one perception that is the universe/reality...which imho...is just as real as anything else.

Opinion in response to Tattvamasi:

I feel sad for the grays. I believe they have no individuated construct so to speak, and have genetically cut it out. Irrespective I agree they share from whatever limited facet of existence from which they exist a limited (yet in some ways advanced) expression of that one consciousness experiencing itself. I have no proof backing this assumption.

To the contrary, I've investigated how neuroscience could disprove what to me was an inherent spiritual knowing I received before I was born as no more than DNA/RNA. My experience is they (the grays) have wired this "love" feeling behind how we remember their "motive" while we're remembering them work on us.

I have a purely spiritual belief unconditional love, wisdom of love, understanding of love, demonstration of love, and evolution of love and compassion is why we incarnate all for the purpose of our soul and the "whole" not only of earth's population of homo sapiens, but to a lesser extent what of the universe we have yet to experience including as I believe them to be entities from higher densities of dimensional energy that exist outside of space and time, so for all I know what you all call "entities" or "hallucinations" could be for all I know some other entity I have yet to meet.

A highly critical mind however is advised in believing anything without an exacting discernment spiritual, and analytical that tells you if someone or some entity you or someone else has experienced / reported is delusional, or authentic. Again like alien abduction, you only know about this stuff if you've experienced it yourself, and the same goes for me and anything I "remember" from past lives. I don't try to push it on other people, or overly emphasize it myself, however some of that stuff defines my reason for being here, and what I'm here to do while I'm alive. As to the rest of you so far as it serves you towards belief, It's your story. =)

With how limited our senses are as humans, can't help but believe this existence is a dream to the higher reality.

Sensory deprivation with waves of conscious awareness shifting lapping at your reason coaxing you into the soothing sea of self.. Back into the dream asleep shifting uncomfortably through your awareness and reason.. Letting go uncontrollably all will and thought.. Morphing between shape and landscape drifting off endlessly beyond reason and time..

Going through these gyrations can leave you emotionally smothered and somewhat drained. Makes me feel lazy. I'd rather be doing something, or working on myself. Once you work through all those personalities there is no struggle as you dissociate from self objectively examining places inside yourself without emotional attachment gently gradually doing the work of inquiry until all sides of yourself being equal; you're aside yourself, past action and reason with impartiality towards productively exemplifying positive aspects and loosening the grip of less positive memories and tendencies within ones "personalities", moods, etc so you can become more accepting of other people and the world as it exists not having to react from a place of understanding, contentment, and love bliss. Purely psychological inner work to get back to being instead of me-ing. Good stuff.

I think "aliens, beings, entities or gods" experienced via DMT are just mental constructs used by the higher self either to keep you from properly experiencing the real unitive consciousness, serve as conduits towards this real "you" or unitive consciousness, or both in some way to give you something to believe in so you have an excuse to want or will to exist for something other than a will to reunite with the all after you pass away. The other probability is you're channeling it from someone else, some other consciousness, or from source / god itself. It's all subjective experience and up for interpretation to anybody. Personal experience has shown me people can share thoughts subconsciously while not on DMT, but not do this while on DMT, and information gleaned while on DMT comes from what one knows before taking DMT, but all experiences synthesized from DMT are not new information other than information synthesized from what one already knew or had experienced prior.

I believe all which you are; all which exists, redefines itself inwardly & outwardly as you evolve yourself thus evolving your conception and perception of both. Your belief system should fine tune into an understanding of the ferment of self towards existence. It should serve towards dissolving the myth of "outside definition" in realizing "what is" outside self. Ironically setting defines you as much as inner definition defines your experience externally in how you interact.

This paradoxically negates self as truly yours if it's fashioned by setting. It all originates by belief establishing space necessary for creative wonderment. "belief" isn't all bad so long it's fine tuned with precise exactitude utilizing science, math, skepticism, logic, etc.

There's no reason to accept all things spiritually, and later dissect them intellectually so long as you let both programs exist inside your head so far as it establishes a better construct through which to interact with the outside world so you are sensible to those with faith & or religions, while remaining perfectly rational with those who have no belief in faith, religion, or god. I'd rather associate with those on a shared conceptual playing ground in order to expound into deeper concepts without reservation.

Makes the unknown more vast the more you know exposing a child's ignorant bliss as compromised as you see refinement of spiritual concept along side metaphysical exploration. It's amazing sometimes a child's mind can approach physics with more insights than an adult mind.

I believe we arrive back to child's mind the more we do inner work taking out contention, bias, etc to an unfiltered perspective. Human language gets in the way of understanding reality. Some things there aren't words for (yet). Hopefully we construct a better lexicon.

Depends on the type of alien which abducts you, not sure If the word abduct is suitable for some type of experiences for some.

I've said this somewhere else on this massive, most informative, godless site, however cant recall where, somewhere. Anyway, I have a strong memory of being immersed in this thick jelly like translucent water substance which came up to my ankles, an alien which resembles a Twi'lek except had more tentacles than two, a bluish complexion, and a godly demeanor was embracing me in this liquid, the feelings I felt cannot be described, a state of pure ecstasy does not even scratch or come close to describing these feelings( or mass amounts of DMT cannot touch this experience). The encounter felt very erotic and intimate as she embraced me. She than planted a seed of light into my heart.

Take in mind this is before I started experimenting with psychedelics or any drugs for that matter. This experience which is engraved in my memory seems more real than actual past events that take place on the daily life. This will forever be the best lay one could ever have. Nothing will ever top it, or is capable of topping, nothing. I believe this encounter was more real than I can describe.

Opinion towards Scudge:

No alien sex myself, so I have no right to talk, however now you've perked my interests. I've had sexual experiences that surpassed my previous conceptions of what alien sex would be like. I've then furthered my fetishization to where normal things don't do it anymore forcing further sexual boundaries. In turn these have attracted more novel experiences, and so it repeats.

To shatter & then disambiguate prior conceptions of interpersonal sexual experience requires a pool of diverse people. I'd rather suspend disbelief and extend belief in anything that farther develops potential for sexual bliss.

Alien sex? Awesome!, But how? I met a chick once from Seattle who had a similar story but with a genetically pure blonde Nordic type perfect genetic make 7 feet tall, & "all that". I forget the details. I know women in real life who have tentacle headed human sexual fantasies. Was all that set your alien experience aside from real life & why will nothing be able to top it? I don't doubt the validity.

"Realer than real life" establishes that for entertainment's sake. Are earth women now dull & boring? Have you explored all the accoutrements, physical / mental accessories, scenarios and potential partners psychologically as well as experiencially before making such a definitive statement as "nothing will ever top it"? If so tell me so I can know why you're not alone because the last girl I interviewed who has a human / alien sexual encounter could not to my satisfaction establish for me personally how she had applied herself so far as to establish she simply hadn't yet found her perfect man, or that she wasn't the right woman, or that she hadn't gone out there and gotten the experience necessary in order to be capable of having an experience that was better or more fulfilling than this "alien sex" experience neuro-orgasmically; to which after much conjecture she eventually relented admitting she did not know if another scenario would come along that was better other than to admit that up to that time it was the best encounter she had had.

Have you tried changing diet, exorcize, safe enhancement drugs for your brain, out of body sexual experience, multi-orgasmic, experience under sleep deprivation, spiritual tantric union, soul sex, fantasy setting or role-play, partners more intelligent than you, bondage & submission, changed your needs, wants, desired & attitudes concerning sex, as well as interacted with partners with simply more sexual experience than you only to find that they will still never top that alien experience? If so, have you tried all these things all at once, or in varying degrees of separation in terms of intensity and involvement and play? Tried reenactment of the original alien sex scene & still unhappy?

My imagination has always exceeded my experience, and by that guarantees my pleasure when I let go of expectations to break through my previous prejudices concerning what "the best" will, or can mean. Otherwise too many expectations, or too high expectations, or a solid belief nothing will top that one experience time and time again limits me in my play with others causing me to overlook & ultimately miss new & novel experiences until I loosen up & let go of past conceptions in order to explore without anticipation. When I try hard enough equally long enough exploring every nook and cranny left over I haven't yet experienced, Pow! Here comes a new experience that just knocked the socks off my past experiential boundary record anywhere from two to ten fold! Everyone's different & there's no right path or anything. I'm a thrill seeker. Edge play and risk taking bore me. I blame neophilia.

I don't have advice for anyone until I know their hard limits & how far they've tested all boundaries experiencially in order to taste a context of subjective experience rating so I have something to go by. I'd like to know in order to know if I should be out at my friend's house where the UFO's come by occasionally sending out a sexual invite; or am I all the wiser sticking to earth girls? I'm not really asking to compare experiences via public forum, just curious if you're sexual experience is something like how DMT is "without words to describe the experience", or if anything I've presented is anywhere near accurate to describe how awesome it was?

The older I get, the more I know I don't know; especially regarding plateaus in pertains to sexual experience. Irrespective whether or not your experience floors any experience of anybody on the planet, or you are the indisputable experiencer of the universe, i wish you very well in finding a human partner to top that experience so you do not feel yearning all your life for an indescribable union between yourself and the opposite gender.

I'm not even sure If I can qualify this as a sexual experience since there wasn't any sexual intercourse, I believe the liquid we both where immersed in somehow connected us.

The only reason I say nothing can exceed the feelings, thoughts, and imagery I experienced is simply because I cannot comprehend, understand, fathom, wrap my dreads around, or even try to describe to you what took place.

I'm sorry I should of not stated it was sexual, sex as we understand it has nothing to do with this experience, its the only way I can try to somewhat describe what happened.

I dont have any tentacle fetishes that I'm aware of. Earth women are far from boring, I'd say divine. I mean the only reason I can claim nothing can top it is because I truly believe this happened, When else does someone have an encounter with another life form in the flesh?

The feelings she projected onto me where out of this world, and my human brain fails in many ways in trying to make any sense of it, it was more than what are senses are designed to take in, to attempt to replicate something like this would be impossible since I cannot make any sense of it.

Imagine the peak of an orgasm times infinite mixed with raw god mojo, (if that makes any sense) throw in every other feeling we are capable of feeling times that by an infinite, mixed in with foreign alien stimuli which I cannot describe. That is the closest attempt at projecting the feeling I had, which is a horrible one and not even close.

Now with DMT I thought maybe I could try to replicate these feelings, however the blob was incapable. With DMT I can explain everything the independent entity which I refer to as the blob, has to show me. DMT is indescribable in many ways, however it is described, in being indescribable. This situation cannot even be described by calling it indescribable.

Though as I said I find earth women to be very divine, this occurrence which happened is not of this world.