Discussion based around the title. What are your thoughts?
As for what spurred this-
On Saturday, my friend (same one with the ancestral unbound and funky book that burned him) opened himself at a funeral for one of our friends. I was there, trying to make sure things played nice with me and mine, so hes cool on that front. Later on that night, he had King Paimons name repeating in his head. The King’s message was “you were supposed to see this” and a flashback.
NOSTALGIA TINGED STORY, TLDR AT BOTTOM
A couple years ago, my friends and I did some mushrooms. As the friend group began the comeup, i got the urge to just GO someplace else. Walked down the street with a couple friends, but they all turned back at a stopsign close to the house, except for the one i mentioned last paragraph. We continued onward, and found a little path leading to a stormdrain with a creek running into it. We sit down to smoke a cig there. We chill, and then hop up and pressed onward.
We ended up in a neighborhood, and wandered around, but geographically speaking there shouldnt have been a neighborhood that way (we tried to find it when we sobered up, no luck). The houses were copypasted of housetypes of different neighborhoods around. Everything felt out of place and mish mashed together. We kept 'xplorin, and reached the next crossroads in our journey. He felt a compulsion to head down a certain street. I noticed the street light flickering, and the darkness of that cul de sac was THICK. I said fuck that, lets keep on keeping. We come to a spot between two houses, that had a clear view of a pond. Across it, trees seemed to bend around a peculiar light. Instinct drew me closer, but my friend pulled me back because he couldnt see where the light was coming from, didnt trust it.
We decided to head back, opting to hide when a weird car with a severe looking individual and odd droning music came on. We both felt we dodged a bullet. We end up getting back to that creek and stormdrain, and do the same thing as when we started. Smoke a cig, and chill.
Walking along the path back homewards, our phones were being blown up by our friends. We explain where we’re at, and the friend looking for us picked us up. The first thing he said was “why arent you wet, its been fucking pouring here” we had no answer.
Forward to now. King Paimon’s “you were supposed to see” message kept coming to my friend, with an image of us staring at that light across the pond with a yellow light/cord connecting us. He said it was some sort of “Bastila-Revan bullshit”.
TLDR: Me and my friend tripped on shrooms, had a journey where shit didnt happen or look here like it did in the real world, its not our first rodeo with hallucinogenics. King Paimon has a message for my buddy about this trip we took. Buddy is paranormally inclined but not familiar with much if anything occult.
Thoughts, comments, concerns, questions?
