Archons are real

I just told my friend a story and he looked at me like I was some kind of nutbag and it confirmed my feeling that literally has no idea. Literally no one.

We started the evening chatting about the usual shit, funny stuff we’ve done when we’re pissed and stuff our mates have done when we’re pissed and then he brought up the subject of acid. I should make clear that I’ve taken a lot of acid and had lots of extremely deep trips, I sat down and had everything melt before my eyes, all noise, everything melted so that I was sitting in a box of nothing. There was literally nothing, no grids, no colour no noise, just nothing.

I went on to tell him a story I haven’t told many people but having told him I realised it could actually be helpful.

I went for an acupuncture treatment because I was hammering it. I won’t go into details but I was doing a huge amount, the toxicologist got the results back and she said she’d never seen anything like it.

Anyway the scenario unfolded where I reluctantly agreed to undergo acupuncture, so I had the needles in me and I was lying on the bed and I drifted off into a bit of a slumber and started floating a bit.

There was a definite shift in awareness because I floated up to the ceiling and I was looking at the entire room from the ceiling. I was on one bed and my mum was on the other.

The thing is that while I was lying there I was actually coming to the the end of an ongoing narrative about the nature of addiction and while I was lying there I realised that I wasn’t prepared to be a victim anymore. I wasn’t prepared to feed the darkness and the entity that promotes and feeds off our emotions.

I know it sound crazy but the moment I had that thought my body on the table was covered in a black hessian sack and I had several chains wrapped around me holding me down. Four black skeletons also rose out of the floor and they seemed to be in some kind of panic as if one of their cows was breaking out.

A black smoke started pouring off my body and the skeletons became more and more desperate trying to hold me down but my body was shaking and rattling and the more more I fought the more the chains rattled and the more smoke came off.

Weirdly I was actually dreaming all things at the same time. I was shaking and fighting and struggling to breath but the skeletons were holding me down.

It was a good struggle, I was smashing around in the sack shackled by the chains and the black smoke was pouring off but I knew by the desperation of the skeletons that I was going to do it, I was going to shake them off.

The smoke got more and more intense and they pinned me the best they could but I smashed out of the sack and sat up and took a huge deep breath. I had been struggling for ages but the skeletons fell away to the side and dissolved up into the floor.

It was then I realised that the worst scenario is actually true.

The skeletons were footsoldiers of the archons and they walk among us monitoring us at all times but on a different, unseen wavelength. They were summoned to try to keep me from breaking from the dream and realeasing myself from the misery of addiction which is a staple food source for them.

Whether you like it or not, you are an emotional food source and we are being farmed.

Last Edited by Sir France's Beercan on 06/01/2018 07:40 PM