I could see entities more distinctly this time. Two in particular watched me arriving and being settled into this landscape. It was like they were farmers. I could not see their faces, (which is a common theme), but I had the distinct impression of overalls, a foot resting on the lower rung of a rail, hay coming from a mouth. None of these things were quite as literal as I describe them, but more filled with blue and green than the rest of the evolving landscape and obviously a different sort of sentience. They had a distinct shape and form to them which was outside the makeup of the background. They watched me and made no attempt to communicate with me. I felt like cattle being surveyed in a pen. This wasn’t a good or a bad feeling, it just was.

I fell back into the warmth and felt at peace. Soon after I felt myself opening my mouth, or being urged to. I decided this was ok, so I did. It felt like things were being put into me. At first, I thought of the surgeon experience ages ago, but then it struck me – I was being milked or something. It was ok. It felt symbiotic, not exploitative, but this could just be me being delusional. I don’t know. I do remember feeling cared for. Not as an equal though, more like a pet. Or a cow. The warmth of the embrace I felt made me drift away and not care. Occasionally I felt like my hair was being tussled like you’d scratch a cat behind the ears. I went with it. During this phase I felt like there was an exchange of information going on, but this was very one-sided – the way an adult would distract and manipulate a toddler. I came to realise I was being distracted with information so that they could do what they wanted – feed? Harvest? I don’t know, but it didn’t matter – despite sounding so freaky. It was like I was just now aware of something that always happens, not something new or to be feared.

At some part of this experience, I began to feel something tugging at my lower jaw, trying to make me turn my head or open my mouth wider. This I didn’t like and it didn’t feel right at all. I resisted it and concentrated on the warmth and the caring which I presumed was coming from the “farmers” whose intent seemed pure. Whatever was doing the tugging went away. I remember thinking that this is what livestock must feel like when the wolves are driven off. I’m not sure if it was exactly then but I do remember a wizard type thing watching over me and sending things away. This may have happened at this point.

This process went on for a while. I could quite literally feel things sliding into and down my throat. This felt like it was important. I was dimly aware of being distracted by more kindergarten type imagery to keep my attention on the surface of the experience so I didn’t interrupt the “work” that was being undertaken. “Work” feels like the right word. This was an organised effort going on.

Sometime during this process of distraction where I was receiving wonderful information and insights, (that I can no longer recall), I became aware of a disagreement in the gathered host. Something along the lines of “O why are you even bothering showing him that? He can’t understand it and won’t be able to bring it back”. That’s why I described the interaction as an exchange. It wasn’t like I was being bullshitted with nonsense, (that I know of), but there was a definite power imbalance at play.

This feeling of being opened and inserted, fed upon, came and went throughout the experience – both in the peak stages and during the comedown phase following. It was almost like I was giving myself to one thing which would detach and a little while later something else would return. During these stages I would have recurring flashes or images of some jellyfish-like creature or something like an octopus with suckered tentacles. Whatever it was I felt like I was connecting to the tendrils or the tentacles during this feeding phase. I never really saw these things, it was more of an awareness that this is what they were and what was happening to me.

note: i won't read any replies to this because i'm pretty sure i will harassed for my strange perspective on reality, but rest assured I am not schizophrenic and do not hear voices, have sober hallucinations, etc. Best wishes on your research into this phenomena and do not get too paranoid about alien parasitism, there seems to be a higher benevolent beneficial purpose to all of this.

[page 168] "What is at stake now is the advent of a disintegrating force. But not a force that is disintegrating you -- I don't mean it that way. It is disintegrating what the sorcerers call the foreign installation, which exists in you and in every other human being. The effect of the force that is descending on you, which is disintegrating the foreign installation, is that it pulls sorcerers out of their syntax."

[page 219] "We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner!

"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."

"But how can they do this, don Juan?' [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. "Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?"

"No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver, stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now."

One species on earth just suddenly happen to become intelligent... Completely alone on earth and confined by an unfathomable universe they happen to just pop out computers and electrical machines over a couple hundred years...

Oh, and I suppose I should just assume all of this to be coincidence then?

It's always felt like an impartial symbiosis in nearly all my experiences.

A symbiosis between Spirit and matter.

well i dont think its coincidence its progression, its like the way it took much less time to produce an iPhone than it did to produce the first computer, even though the iPhone is massively more powerfull and complex than the first computer. We are building upon knowledge and our progress becomes quicker as the process evolves. we are standing on the shoulders of increasingly larger giants.

our intelligence has been building over millions and millions of years as we evolved through the many many stages of life that led to the eventual situation that we find ourselves in now.

A second explanation I've thought of is that perhaps if everything is a simulation and we inhabit bodies made of code then maybe we are being infected with beneficial virii or phages that seek out corrupted code and modify it. (I'm a big fan of Tom Campbell and Simulation Theory, my belief system is a cross with that and Gnosticism) These experience have the odd feeling of being an upgrade of sorts, so that could explain it.

If you do enough home work (YouTube not included), you will find out that primitive humans were enhanced by ancient visitors, Assyrian Gods, Nephilim etc.
That is why it took us five hundred thousand years to go from blunt tools to sharpened tools.
Then within fifty thousand years we had gone to the moon (supposedly).

Thank you everyone for sharing your thoughts and experiences with me. There are a lot of new concepts and references for me to dig into - which I will do with a ravenous hunger.

Bullying, Voodoo and NPMR Assisted Bullying

I have had to deal with such entities on a dozen or so occasions -- typically shaman or black arts
practitioners (voodoo, etc) typically from Africa or Madagascar but sometimes from the West. They
usually are very confident and taken with their own power (particularly when combined with others
with whom they work (both physical and nonphysical). Often they have one or more nonphysical
mentors that they evoke in their behalf when they are unable to succeed or accomplish something on
their own. Always, they are completely unaware of just how limited they and their mentors, and their
mentors' mentors, really are. Even at its most powerful, such skills and alliances with others (both
physical and nonphysical) constitutes a short blind alley in the bigger picture.

LCS = larger consciousness system
NPMR = non physical matter reality
PMR = physical matter reality

http://www.mbtevents.com...ng_-_My_Big_TOE_Wiki.pdf
http://www.mbtevents.com/Free_Stuff.html