Many methamphetamine users talk about

THE SHADOW PEOPLE.

They’re something they see, like an overlay. THERE, but -not.there*

Seeing dark spots in the old days, this was thought to be a precursor to a “ghost visit”.

That was, indeed my experience. The dark spot is something that appears to be physically there. You can walk up to it, and walk round it. It’s like a dark cloud, like an area which has got a sort of fog in it.

What followed four hours later, out of the blue, was a “kundalini awakening”, and a spectacular, knee-jerking trip. A message from a spirit - (|/) - and a visit from an ancestor, with a story.

The messages were incontrovertible, and bizarrely verifiable. They related to other impossibilities and miracles. The whole thing tied up like a bow tie on your shoelaces, impossibly so.


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So?



What are these “shadow people?”

Does anybody know?

There is a historical basis for such haunting entities. There are, indeed, folk tales of these sorts of paranormal and ghostly “entities”, or experiences.

The greeks called them "the shades".





Some say they’re led by the “hat man”.

My friend Lee Citron left a picture of the "hat man" painted at the end of his bed, just before he left for Italy, never to return.

This example isn’t one of Lee’s drawings, but it gives you an idea of the aspect of the vibe of the apparition of the “hat man”.

 

Here is another example. The tendrils are very particular, and Lee was always drawing those “wisps”, ever since I knew him first…

… now you mention it…


I was telling my wife about this documentary episode about sleep paralysis, and started describing the shadowy figure in a long coat.

Before I event mentioned the hat, she goes, "that's my sleep paralysis demon. He has a wide-brim hat too."

I got chills. She said she has seen it numerous times while she's in some state of sleeping or in-between sleep and waking.

All from different sources.

Coincidence?


“ I seen the hat man while I was awake. I was walking to my kitchen and he walked right through my living room and around the corner and disappeared. I thought it was something else bc later that night my dad passed away. I haven’t seen it again since but usually I block experiences out of my head and try not to think about it. “


Why so consistent?


visions of the the Hat Man are particularly associated with the abuse of the antihistamine medicine diphenhydramine

the drug can be obtained commercially as “Benadryl”.

George Rieveschl (January 9, 1916[1] – September 27, 2007) was an American chemist and professor. He was the inventor of the popular antihistamine diphenhydramine (Benadryl), which he first made during a search for synthetic alternatives to scopolamine


NB: it takes more than a bit of Benadryl and crystal meth to join the “vril cult” of the SS. Think about the level of the thing, the level of the PTSD, the level of the chemical weapons, the shellshock, the absolute horror of it

…and then step back. Step way back from the laboratory. Make sure to put these “safety goggles” on, and have everybody on the panel check the information. This looks serious.

And consider then the Paperclip. What it was, and where it went. The heavy drugs, of MK ULTRA. What is the agenda, really? Do you believe in… haunted buildings? Ghosts?

WHY DID THEY BURY SO MANY JEWS…/ _UNDER THE ROADS?
ALWAYS SEEMED… A LITTLE PUZZLING.
TO SHAKE THE BONES… TO SHAKE THE BONES>

OH REALLY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?

WHAT YOU YOU KNOW…
ABOUT VOODOO?

It’s worse than that, when it got packed up swiftly, given new passports, told to keep schtum, tell nobody, tell them you’re dutch, stay inside the bunker, stay within the perimiter… don’t talk about “THE PROJECT”… well don’t you know… it all went out to Arizona and those other places where it’s secretive and deadly, and the public can’t go poking their noses in. Where men with rifles keep the press and public well away.

It was Cray/Z0.heuristic.en.de/Jpark/THINKING.BA/GE LOCKHEED.HUGHES.//SS+/??_ntology.SYSTEMS in there.

This my friends, is serious. There are reasons why nobody wanted this sort of thing… ‘escaping’.

“Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here…”






Lee Citron and other members of the car crash which killed KJD all died in a vehicle incident on the overpass of Bergamo.

It was one month after 9/11, occuring in conditions which I believe are somewhat suspicious.

At the time of the incident, I was laid in bed, reading Philip K Dick’s UBIK, with the flu, possibly the “bird flu”. If you know the contents, you’ll appreciate the verisimilitude of the material. It’s very surreal, and concerns the cryology of the afterlife and the leakage and storage of bodies causing… strange things to happen in dreamworld, cross contagion in the spirit domain. Leakage, and hostile takeover by the bully of the cryo-storage facility, where the dead are not dead, but dream strangely.

The car crash had many "suspicious features" and the lead car which caused the crash had a mysterious and total spontaneous failure of the control systems. An "unexplainable spontaneous non-responsive “it went off” failures of electronic equipment" - something that can easily be achieved with EMP or microwaves, or even just a hot air gun, or a water pistol sprayed onto the right area of the terminals. Pretty much any induced “over-voltage” “current leak” or “non-clocking” failure will cause the system to be unable to function - all you have to do is drown out the signals or their sync keys, or just overheat the thing to the point where the wires are fizzing with too much energy. It can be destructive, or non destructive.

Turns out that “star trek phasor” technology can stun or kill but it only works on domestic appliances that do low voltage digital microprocessor stuff. Things like CD players and ovens are prime targets, or the computer than makes the engine go in your car.

This means that anybody with a solar concentrator or EMP/laser/programmable heath robinson thing, or any aircraft nose cone EWS/jamming system can totally ruin your equipment from a fair old distance, especially if they know how to do atmospheric thinning with a laser beam to get a clean shot through the cover.

The energy levels required to target animals or people vary, and depend upon what they've been doped with. If you feed them or inject them with certain ingredients, you could certainly increase the sensitivity of subjects - it might be possible to “kick people out” by dosing them with an electrosensitisation agent, which would make them susceptible to electronic warfare or worse still make it impossible to live in the urban environment peppered with microwave sensors and “painting” equipment.

The ‘jammer-raygun’ deployment could even be done from space, or from a fair distance away, on an aircraft, in theory. The commercial systems for “instant off” roadside stops are fixed, and pole mounted. They have no trouble working at a distance of 50 or so feet.

The suspicion of a large “social control and targetted killing program” has long been alleged. This is the reason why organised crime and authoritarian governments are to be feared. Tyrannical despotism is well-known as a human behaviour modality, and is well-observed as the glue in military regimes. The largest empires were run by bullying and megalomania. The quest for “unfettered power” and “power for power’s sake”.

Another concern is the secularisation of society, and the designation of paranormal or spiritual concerns to justify “sectioning” and incarceration. The spiritual diseases are regarded as aberrant, and the experiences and messages are discounted as “nothing more than a bad dream” - the connection to child abuse and invalidation of early childhood experiences should be obvious. We have toxic people at the top. Angry little kids, who keep the lid on their boiling pot of spiritual anguish, like IEDs ready to pop off at the person who “opens the floodgates” and invites their “derisory vitriol dump”.

Many non-measurable and esoteric psychological experiences and divergent viewpoints are swept aside by the bulldozer of consensus and the lowest common denominator. The dead average. The mean and the median.

Human beings are far more complex than equations, and cannot be “fixed like a television” by prescribing sedatives and palliative messaging. It might not be “just a bad dream”, or “just a belief”.

People who take a lot of crystal meth often start to see the "shadow people". We might imagine that in the mass-medicated era of the Nazi regime, a lot of the soldiers on pervitin or morphine, or both, they were simply “not on planet earth”. Who knows what horrors or psychic trips informed the decisions. The possession of such experiences is binding. The horror and the unsettling belief that there is a world of non-material intelligence which is occupied like an ocean - the ghost-space - it cannot be scientifically excluded. It is very likely that it’s been an active area of research within the military, and by the church.

This is today a taboo. A secret domain. What if the religious domain contains the truth? What if they weren’t liars, or repeating chinese whispers. What if Jesus was right, and wasn’t lying? What if Moses did experience a voice, and had some visions? Would you be ready to “see the light?”.

We might call these "hauntings", or "ghosts". Altered states have measurably extreme bio-signatures. Nothing is running at normal levels in these conditions. Is it internal, or external. Is the disruption in the “energy domain>?” or in the “ideology?”.

Why would benadryl cause “HatMan visions?”

William Blake saw loads of things which other people said weren’t real. He was diagnosed with a type of clinical visionary seizure disorder.

His story of witnessing an angel sitting in a tree is specific to the question of reality and unreality, that as presented to the user, these things are perceived as faerie-like, and are not quite perceived as real. It’s overlaid. It’s spooky. It’s spectacular.

The messaging poking through, and dancing in the mind’s see(r/ing).

If you've experienced an encounter with something of this sort, you understand that it's biblical and very serious in nature. It is like what happens when you sleep and you have a nightmare, or a dream of paradise, and strange beings. This “surplus of the conscious” is absolutely specific - the esoteric extract of the dream is the type of domain the spirits connect with. It’s deep end. It’s abstract. It’s resonate. It’s quasi. It’s not of this world, and it’s not a material you can put in a cup.

It's something very deep, spiritual, and very cosmic.

I have no doubts about the veracity, and the non-delusional substance of a heavy delivery, and its integrity of message, myself.

The question is not what we're seeing... but how do the phenomena work? What is the "intelligence backbone" that we're hooked up to? what is the “synchronicity?” what is “the dream”, the language, the vision. The destiny, the nemesis, and the turbulence in the wires.

The "ethereal domain" is not what you think - it's a sharpened tip, the froth of the wavefront. It’s not quite right, and it’s… not quite there. It’s volatile. Ethereal.

It's not nonexistance, it's quasi. It's "the fringe". The whole cosmic sphere of olodumare or the almighty is oceanic, it is not in the whole but in the subtleties and kinks and fissures, the gaps and the contingencies, the synchronicity mesh - those are where the soul lives. In the "dreamtime" there are many visions. Inside our knowledge and assertions are the phenomena that learned the lessons. Vestigially. The stories and tensions are still here, thrashing like worms on the hook. Inviting the story to come forwards. For the truths to be told. Your ancestors connect you to the stories. Gross injustices summon up these messages. They can come quickly, or slowly. When you "open the floodgates" or have "an encounter"... you can rest assured this is serious, and all of what you were told about spiritual traditions and the non-material spirit world are - from the experience of the observer - absolutely for real, and significant in their appearance. Brutally obvious in the messaging.

This is "haunted person" syndrome. Some call it "seizure" - "psychosis" - but the nervous system is working at a rate of knots. It's doing something - extraordinary and unsustainable. Many of these expriences are to do with taking the body into a highly unsustainable hallucinatory or unconventional-consciousness state, but there’s way more to it to consider. What you have to consider is the einstein of it, the way that mass interferes with space, time and the flow of energy across the grain boundaries - the refractive space that delivers your co-ordinates, your complex resonance of living componentry, which is the microscopic filigree behind each breath. It’s not an aerial, it’s a twiddling piece of the planet, a wisp-o-the-willow projection, a warp-space. If you could see the invisible energy domain the way that a full-range telescope does, you’d see the auras and the eddies. the pumping and the crumbling. You’d see the rot they put in you, and the filth in the streets. The toxagen. The horror. The pollutedspace. The “no_man’s-land” / ‘ecto-biosphere’ /. it’s all connected, we’re all “the fur” on the apple, or the bear, or the cosmic warp muffin complex with radiation complex. The nuclear revelation space. The vibrome.

Depending on who you are, and how you work, the experience will be different. What you've learned, what you worship, what langugage you speak, that's your "spaceship", so to speak, that’s your “resonance”… it’s so multidimensional inside your nervous system it’s beyond the polygraph and way beyond the pale, the quauntum wiggle is baffling,

this underpins the learning, the energy is radiant and chemical, thermodynamic and electrocomplexified, toxagen and knocksyoursoxoff, unknowable angular spice,

the knowledge and the experience isn’t only about you, it goes under the hood, and through and through…

… so when you take off... when the lightning goes through you and you light up like candle…

… into hyperspace, the elemental fuel of the cupboard thrown into the fire… lit up like there’s no tomorrow.

That's where you go. That's the fuel in your dreamscape, that’s the rocket fuel of your spaceship. That’s your coordinates, that’s the “stargate effect”.

And there’s drugs they’ve got in there, in the wards, in the secret places… drugs that can do things that you couldn’t possibly imagine. And computers, and electronic synergistic drug computers. The nanobox was opened up long ago… but life is more complex. The biological approach is nobody’s fool - what appears to be a disability is a secret defense. The wise man stoops a little, rather than bang his head on the sill on the way through.

The story of Refa and his year in a coma is serious. He was somewhere else, but just like him. He was convinced it was all real, and that he was commuting London to China on spaceship earth. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, and woke back up, in a hospital bed, at the call of his mother’s voice.

:where was I:?

:what was goin g_ on?”:

:_Question…

What drugs do you think they put him on? Why did he spent so long in a coma? Whose payroll was that little trip on?

What drugs do you think they put him on?:

and what do you suppose was mounted in the ceiling.

Do we really know about X Rays, and ultrafast particules such as neuytrynºz.xyzzzzzzzzz///…..higgsboson.

What’s in the middle of the loop at CERN?

And what’s kept…

Beneath?

is there a small dent in the center?

Does it alter the taste of a polo mint if you say your prayers and jump up and down in the center? I’d bet.




But why are there so many 60ft tall concrete mushrooms in France, all over the place?

They went with the nuclear industry, ostensibly for water pressure? But they were always puzzling, and very geometric shaped. Just like the receptors on a cell surface, but huge, and concrete. Like… beestings. Or pushpins. Everywhere… dotted about… in the middle of nowhere… in the endless fields of rapeseeds… But what are they for? They always puzzled me. You could see them from a distance.

 

Why is there a huge Steel Trumpet, just across from where Tyburn Tree stood? Might it be… a feature of something functional, and not just some piece of modern art?

Does the planet feel and thing upon every building and think resting or floating upon its surface? Every atom makes the ocean move… it’s a coupled system. Could you be you with just the one neuron?

Certainly secular people trained as militant atheiests don’t know this way of considering things. We may well discover that everything thinks through existence, it’s all part of the essence of the means of existence. The explosion of light through the corridors of whorl-zink… bzzt!.

Perhaps the complexity of the signal belies its intelligence. Perhaps we just don’t know how to unwrap the present, and access the consciousness. The superpresent, the full resonance. The wisdom.