I love all that Contactee, humanoid, and other weird flying saucer stuff, because, yes damnit, it is fun. All kinds of other levels as well, but there is the fun factor, and so what? Why not? (not that I’m spamming or shamelessly plugging, but that’s why I started my Vintage UFO blog — just for fun!)

Green points of light appeared in front of me, like a dot matrix. They combined and made the skeleton of an archway and ceiling, a sort of luminous green skeleton of a cathedral ceiling. I opened my eyes: They lights didn’t disappear.
They didn’t last long either. In a few minutes I found myself in utter darkness, eyes opened or shut. I saw bright fruit handing from trees and realized I was in a forest full of trees bearing mangos, papayas and bananas. I reached for one of the bananas. To my surprise it began to peel itself. Instead of a banana it revealed a small beautiful reddish-brown monkey with shining eyes. It began to grin and I felt myself grinning back. But the monkey’s grin kept growing wider until it was a hideous, jabbering mouth screaming obscenities that broke off finally into a sort of insane laughter.
I recoiled and opened my eyes. I’d never had such a dream-like vision while using ayahuasca before. But when I closed my eyes the image returned. It laughed at me and when it did finally disappear it was followed by a series of visions I can only describe as a trip through a funhouse of desires and fears. I was in a place of roller coasters and huge slides. Faces appeared out of the darkness while I rode on the rides. There were demons and beautiful women. There were funhouse mirrors in which I saw a thousand versions of myself—some normal distortions, and some in which I watched myself—or was forced to relive—some of the worst things I’d ever done. It was a strange and haunting voyage, altogether different than what I’d expected or anticipated.
The women were cartoonish and sexy, with huge breasts and round hips and dark Peruvian eyes. They called to me. I wanted to be with them. All of them. And then I found myself as a tiny me facing a huge inverted ‘V’. It was a luscious vagina seen from below on a giantess of some sort. I began to hurtle towards her. As I grew close she turned and I realized to my horror that it wasn’t a woman at all, but a giant with a giant penis. I thought of the sexual connotations of the monkey in the banana peel and resigned myself to the homophobic implications of the naked giant.

There’s a popular belief that serotonin in the stomach can not pass the blood-brain barrier to turn into melatonin and then DMT but in fact, as the book “The Tangled Wing” (Harvard physiologist) details — if the serotonin is IONIZED then it does pass the blood-brain barrier.

Trance music, through natural overtones creating ultrasound, will ionize banana serotonin and quite possibly such visions would be guided by the subconscious desire of bananas.

For example the Somalians in Minneapolis all eat at least one banana a day but as I’ve noticed, and also practice, we’re quick to cut that phallus symbol up lest it contaminate our meal with homoerotic messages!

And Greg your banana, although clothed, appears to have no shame. Seriously just as Freud was wrong about cigars (he had such a fetish he got jaw cancer) I doubt that a banana could be sexless.

Reality Hackers. [?]

I’ll keep trying…

I’ll give this idea some thought. The only thing that occurred right away is
that we are “anomalists”, or maybe “scanners.”

Heh. I know. Not enough public marketing appeal to meme its way into MS consciousness. I’ll try to think of something better.

Hey, it just came to me! How about AlterViewers as a name for our kind? Because we like to delve with alternative points of views instead of going with mainstream propositions. I think it’s got potential

Although I started out late, there is nothing more fun and addictive than reading about the unknown. The unknown pretty much covers a lot but I mostly read about UFOs, Cryptids, and theoretical physics.

There is something wonderful about altering one’s own mind-set on a regular bases; I think I’d go mad with boredom if I didn’t try to make that happen

You said, “This is a hobby that does not appeal to anyone,” by which I’m sure you meant, “does not appeal to EVERYone,” to which I wholeheartedly agree.

There are many people out there (no pun intended) who enjoy, even thrive on hunting down the mysterious and significant. The possibility that many UFO sightings represent real events and physical objects is what either attracts or repels the average observer, depending on whether they believe the reports or not.

To Greg’s original comments, I’ve come across a number of skeptics who claim they need irrefutable proof — usually first-person, hands-on proof — before they accept ANYthing dealing with UFOs. The fact that they already accept many theories in the real world without such concrete evidence usually seems to go right over their heads.

As far as self-splitting banana-amoeba creatures, it’s interesting that many regions across the globe seem to have their own unique type of visitors. The blond Nordics of South America rarely seem to visit Russia, whereas the Russia-visiting giants with little biddy heads never seem to want to hit Rio in the summer.

It suggests that perhaps there is some sort of system that has split up the planet into different regions, with predominant alien types viewed more often in certain areas.

That doesn’t necessarily mean that there are select races who predominate these regions. It may be as many researchers have suggested, that the UFO and alien experience is subjective, and as Vallee has written, may be somehow connected to certain geographic regions.

Where demons and angels might have once reigned, we now view saucers and little gray clones. Although, those that do receive these visits or visions, depending on your POV, are rarely the skeptic nor the true believer, but those in between with the willingness and the capacity to accept new experiences.

As far as names for those of us interested in the paranormal, the best I can come up with is “the PowerNormals.”

I know,I know, I’ll keep working on it.

– TemplarScribe
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