Come back Albie, I'm gonna try and understand what you said here and put the thread back on top now that I've sobered up
albie wrote:
Few years ago I had been listening to an Icke mp3 in which he took ayahuasca and chatted to the infinite. I wanted to do the same. I listened to the same mp3 twenty times. And then started to smell dope. I haven't had dope in my flat in seven years, nor had I touched it in those seven years.
Weird. Next day I go to the library and they have a copy of the book in which he describes the ayahuasca experience. I read it and go outside. There in the street amongst leaves is a bag of dope.
I do the natural thing over the next week or so, but no visits from gods.
While you can take any number of drugs to enhance gifts you may already have or open you up to other things, I don't think picking a bag of dope up off the ground is the brightest thing. As I said before, you don't know where it's been...that's why you find a dealer you trust to get something pure (or at least as clean as they can find and know what else is in it).
Just my advice there...don't be doing drugs you find laying in the street. You could get seriously fucked up doing that.
3 months later I find another bag of dope in the street. This time I do get a visit, of sorts. I was meditating while high and a very strong thought form entered my head and became visible. I had my eyes shut and had never hallucinated before. There were lots of them, floating in darkness, in a kind of basic pattern, and they were people wearing bright shiny colourful weird costumes. They were called The Selection. And were suggestive of human candy! I then realised that I knew them all. It tore my heart out. I knew I was lost to them and cried out in a horrid way. Pure grief.
My mind settled on one of them before the waking dream ended. She/he was in purple and yellow.
That is all odd enough. But a year later I find another bag in the street. Always the same size, always bush. Always in the bags. AND I REALISED THAT EACH TIME I FOUND A BAG IT WAS CLOSER AND CLOSER TO MY HOME. The third bag was just around the corner. So the next had to be even closer.
Do you think you could have been astral traveling? Or, the more plausible, remote viewing since you were awake?
Seeing something as it was happening, either in the present past or future. Did you have any contact with this beings, like could they see you, hear you, did you talk to them?
The fact that you keep finding bags of drugs, and they're getting closer and closer to your home makes me suspicious. Not of you, but of outside forces. I'm sure everyone here has heard of Mk-Ultra and Project Monarch and so on (US versions, I am sure other places have their own versions)...and the similar. Use drugs to enhance someones visions or abilities, or as a way to control them. Governments have remote viewers working for them, while most are under government control I am sure they use outside ones as well. Do you think these bags could have been planted there? That you're being used for something?
A year later it arrives, in my front garden. Same amount. I pick it up and take it inside saying out loud "this is getting serious now." Bizzarrly, I go outside later and someone has chalked the words "COMA STUPID" on the pavement outside my house, in a font you won't find in any wordprocessing software...unless the Joker was into programming. That message was replicated(pretty much) in a comic I read that very day.In which it was suggested the weirdo was in a coma all along.
What next? will the next bag just drop out of thin air as I'm watching MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE?
Not exactly, but I will leave that part of the story for trusted friends.
Suffice to say, I have coincidences as powerful as I've described above all day. Some so powerful I scare myself.
Is someone or people known for writing on pavement around your place, or was this just out of blue?
I think I can safely say, stop doing the drugs that show up out of nowhere. Unless you're getting them from a dealer you trust, stop... shit sounds fishy by what you described.
No - only Albie was being a nob, and he may or may not be deserving of sympathy, as he might not be able to help it. 
