Speed Induced "hallucinations" Options

Now I know that everybody who has experienced "hallucinations" from staying up days on methamphetamine will almost always put it down to speed induced psychosis but after having a very lifelike conversation with a voice in after 3 days of sleep deprivation and lack of food im starting to question how imaginary these so called hallucinations really are.

Im interested in hearing opinions on the subject from occultists. I had no idea what psionics were until I had this experience. The voice talked about all sorts of things but at one point it said "Seeing as your more in tune with this dimension where deceased people reside, I can send you psionic frequencies". Also the voice asked me if it was my first psychedelic encounter.

Another very strange detail was the fact that after the voice told me it was going to give me a wet willy I actually felt a cold finger poke me in the back. It either felt like a cold finger or cold water seeping through my t-shirt.

Alot of very strange and unexplainable things happened. The voice seemed hellbent on convincing me I was dead too. It wanted me to face a certain direction and I noticed when I did the voice would get louder and more intense. At one point the voice said "Now that I have his undivided attention, I concentrate on his frontal lobe". I felt hands on each side of my face after that.

Something fairly strange that happened was after the voice told me I was going to get carpol tunnel syndrome my hands went ice cold and started sweating excessively for no logical reason.

Should I just assume it was my subconscious speaking to me or was there something else involved? The reason I posted in the psionics forum is because of that statement it made about psionic frequencies. I might have heard about psionics but I didnt know exactly what it was at the time.

And exercise and the self-discipline that goes along with *real* attainment strengthens your mind further. Crowley may have done future generations a real service with magic (despite my personal feelings about him, I'd probably have kicked his ass for being a wanker), but in the end he destroyed himself. Let that be an object lesson for us all.

Yes there is something to be said for that. It reminds me of the story of the infamous Harvard psychologist Richard Alpert.

He journeyed to the East to look for holy men who could offer him insight into the LSD experience. He found several who were willing to take the drug. One told him him it was good, but not as good as meditation. Another, a Tibetan lama, complained that it only gave him a headache. One holy man from the foothills of the Himalayas reaction fascinated him. The man was over 60 so he at first he tried to give him a low dose of 50 to 60 micrograms, but the man wanted the 305 microgram dose. He gave the man the 305 microgram pill, the man was not satisfied and asked for another and another and placed all 915 micrograms of LSD on his tounge, a massive dose by any standard.

Alpert expected the man to flip out start waving his arms and whopping like a banshee, but instead he behaved as if nothing had happened. He remained that way the rest of the day, the LSD seemed to have little or no effect on him. Alpert was so moved by the experience he gave up LSD, changed his name to Ram Dass, and converted to mysticism.