Shooters ’hearing voices’
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I wonder if the drugs make a person a vessel for demons by removing or lowering a guard.
Perhaps the drugs cause serotonin to drain which opens up pathway or lowers resistance to human possession or guarding the human flesh vehicle of our soul from invasion.
Very likely. When I was a teenager I was in a bad accident. They had me on some kind of drug for pain (can't remember if it was an opiate or something else). Something took over my body and made me get up. I could hear my younger brother playing in another room. I felt like there was fire going through my veins and I had an unquenchable desire to tear him apart with my teeth. I went towards him, fully intending to chew his face off, then at the last second gained control enough to force myself to keep walking and go up the stairs. By the time I got to the top of the stairs the feeling was gone.
It scared the shit out of me that something could completely possess me like that. Seeing news stories of people chewing other people's faces off after using bath salts and whatnot over the last decade has been an interesting reminder that we can be hijacked if we aren't careful with what we consume.
I was on Ritalin for a while as an adult, and that drug completely altered my personality. It changed what I thought of as right or wrong. I got off of it after 2 years and was amazed at myself in hindsight. The things I was willing to do or found interesting were so different from baseline me that I have started ro believe that pharmacology is the science of literally controlling how a person thinks. Not neccessarily the specifics, but a broad spectrum of emotional control and impulse manipulation that leads to specific outcomes.
IMO, modern medicine = mind control.
One time i blacked out on shrooms and cannot account for anything i said or did. I woke up with my radio blasting static noise. Very creepy feeling.
Another time i woke up and was paralyzed and i heard the sound of hogs as i was trying to regain control of my body. Others have described this sort of sleep paralysis and claim they saw a dark lean shadow figure with tall hat on known as "the hat man".
I think that when I have too much "spirits" (wine, hard liquor) my guard goes down and i am possessed by spirits of some sort and, again, possession of my body probably happens the same time i "black out."
there are reports of experiments in hypnosis being run on people with the use of television in it's early days. we don't know what those tests consisted of, some articles suggest it was an actual broadcast of a hypnotic seance. now you mentioned static, and for some reason I always imagined such experiments would involve static. that is probably just my imagination running wild, I don't know, could TV static ever have been used for hypnosis? the humming and crackling is very much like what you experience in sleep paralysis. it's just creepy. definitely not something I would like o wake up to in the middle of the night.
I just know that when I came to the static noise was distressing and loud and I think maybe it ripped a hole in my consciousness and something was creeping in that normally i would not allow but the shrooms opened me up to possession and then bad spirit tuned to static and used that as some kind of communication or frequency to feed it
Not all shroom trips are a bad experience but usually i am being fed some sort of truth that is extremely disturbing and hard to accept but other times i am just shown the magnificence of God's creation but often i am shown the dire problems which are energy draining.
For example I felt the suffering of all the animals that crossed a nearby highway i could faintly hear in the distance and it made me sad because I cannot by myself make the highway go away and it sounded like a huge sucking sound and all the animals and trees told me how frightening it sounds to them. Mushroom trips are strange like that but this is best i can describe my experience and what i felt and the truth feels like a huge burden sometimes.