First I'd just like to apologize to the moderators if you feel that this deserves a separate thread, but my experience seems relevant to the topic at hand.
About a year ago, I was staying in Thailand as part of a Study Abroad program offered through my college. As I was staying there I decided to attempt a juice fast for the first time. Unwisely, upon the second day of fasting I smoked some marijuana. After almost passing out, I finally gained my composure (relatively speaking) and decided to use this altered state to my benefit. I decided to listen to the Gong cd that I brought with me while meditating upon their specialized mandala on the shirt I own that I ordered from their website. As I did this I felt as though I was seeing from multiple dimensions and at times as though through the eye of God. As I stared, what seemed like naked women appeared before the image and started bowing before it. While this was all a rather positive experience, later that night I seemed to feel a distinct presence within the room. For whatever reason it seemed to have the appearance of a Garuda (this is a mythological eagle-like creature of Indic and Buddhist origins associated with heavenly power, somewhat like an angel, and also happens to be a national symbol of Thailand). The vibes I got from it didn't seem to fit the usual descriptions, so perhaps It merely assumed that form because the image was so ubiquitous in the country.
Anyway, a few weeks later I had taken some DXM and was listening to some music with my friend C. in his hotel room next to mine. We decided to listen to my Gong cd and I got the impulse to meditate with my shirt again. Supposedly while listening to the song called (the Isle of Everywhere) while meditating upon the 'Gong Mandala' one experiences the great 'mind melt' a sort of unifying mystical vision of reality. This wasn't exactly what happened. While I stared at the symbol I began rocking myself back in forth and chanting some sort of gibberish (glossolalia or barbarous sounds?). Apparently C. said something to distract my attention and I remember jumping off the bed I was sitting on and leaping towards him with malicious intent. I remember stopping myself and talking about how I had just saved his life because I had become possessed and almost strangled him. We both laughed somewhat grimly about this (each having experienced their "Fear and Loathing"...esque moments of drug induced delirium). After this I calmed myself down and our friend J. came in to see what was going on. J. began discussing some amorous encounter with a Thai prostitute (as he would frequently do) and I remember just getting immensely tired of hearing about it and I cussed him out. C. then interjected and I spat some obscenity in his direction as well. After calming down I remember apologizing to C. but not J. While I'm not entirely sure what it was I said, one should bare in mind the origins of the term 'curse words.'
The next day I ran into J. at school and his legs were wrapped in gauze and he was walking with a cane. He explained to me that when he was riding his rented motor-bike from market towards the school, a voice popped in his head repeating over and over again "You're going to crash." As this was happening, he reassured himself that he would make it to the school, doing his best to push these thoughts from his head. Sure enough, as he made it into the school parking lot he crashed the bike and tore up his legs. After hearing this I immediately felt a twang of guilt. I was convinced that I had inadvertantly cursed him and apologized for doing so. He thought the whole thing laughable and thought it all a coincidence. Nevertheless, I still feel responsible for his accident.
When I finally got back home from Thailand I had another encounter with said entity. I was sleeping in bed one afternoon about a day after I got back (re-adjusting to the time change) and got the definite sensation of a presence in the corner of my room. The word 'demon' flashed in my head as I lay in bed completely frozen, unable to move. Finally, with an enormous amount of effort I forced myself to sit up and look in the corner where it was, and saw nothing. After this I sat up in bed with cold sweats for good hour or so before trying to leave my room (the presence was localized in the corner near my bedroom door and closet.)
After this, I never had any more experiences with the entity, but whenever I wore my shirt, conflict seemed to occur. Fights with friends and my ex-lady friend. The day after another DXM episode (one far more positive and based off of Leary, Alpert, and Metzner's "Psychedellic Experience") I happened to wear the shirt when heading on my way. Still in the afterglow of the DXM I listened to my other Gong CD and got a very positive vibe. I suddenly felt a sneeze coming on and let it rip out the window. I then quickly rolled it back up, and got the distinct impression I had banished the being. This was supported by the small chrysler emblem I saw in the corner of the window, which is of course pentagonally symmetrical. The psychic cleanliness of the shirt, however, is still in question because whilst staying with my friend at his aunt and uncle's house I accidentally left a pen in my jeans and my friends and the ink spackled not only my friend's favorite shirt, but also my Gong shirt. But I digress...
I have discussed these incidents with my friends (some having much magickal training) and they seem unsure of the nature of the entity, whether it was something created by me, some external entity, or something else. Hopefully somebody can shine some light on these peculiar events. If nothing else, I hope you found this an interesting read. (IMG:
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