I was on a psylocibin trip at home and decided to put on my blindfold and lay in bed for some introspection and closed eye visuals. For reference, my blindfold consists of a layer of leather with a padded fuzzy lining. It's very thick because it was intended for kink, but I like it because it's comfy and blocks all light.
While laying in bed, I realized I could literally see through the blindfold. I could make out my hand in full color and could even see the ring I was rolling between my thumb and index finger. I could see when I waved my hand and could tell which fingers were up and which fingers were down. I could only really see my hand and whatever I was holding, surrounded by a black aura. It was super cool but bewildering as all hell. My partner was with me and even she was in disbelief.
My best guess is that the psylocibin turned my proprioception into visuals, like a form of synesthesia.
It happened to me when in the middlw of falling asleep, no drug involved except for some good sleep deprivation. You can see with your eyes closed, pretty trippy
I have that as well when I’m really tired. It’s more like dreaming of the situation you’re in though. When I actually open my eyes, some stuff is different and people are somewhere else.
This happens to me all the time. It hasn’t happened for a while now, but it used to happen more.
I saw a video of this martial arts class in the US, where they learn a secret technique from the (seriously) Thai royal family. They can see with their eyes closed as well.
Here https://youtu.be/bq6NufaDR_w
I searched for it after many nights, while trying to fall asleep, seeing with my eyes closed. I had to look for some explanation, and I found the video and the Thai secret royal martial art…
And I only believe the video above because this happened to me many times. Otherwise I’d think they’re just full of shit and peaking through the blindfold.
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I think this post explains what was happening to you. Your explanation appears 100% accurate.
Except this exact same thing has happened to me many times, while completely sober.
It's totally possible to have synesthesia experiences without substances. Some people just have it, and you might be one of them.
What would you say is the synesthesia part though? When it happens I can see things, like my hands, the room around me etc. not “shapes” or “colors” or anything.
Yeah, that wouldn't be synesthesia, and I'm not exactly sure what it would be. What I do know is that we don't have enough understanding of how how our brains work, and we need more research on stuff like this. Is it a positive or negative experience when it happens to you?
I think it’s pretty cool. The first time it happened I thought I was just “naturally tripping”. Or that I had a “super power”. But after the second or third time I just felt like it couldn’t be a thing only I ever experienced. So I searched online and found some people talking about it, their experiences very similar to mine, and eventually someone linked to the video I shared above and talked about the secret Thai royal martial art. All in all, I feel it’s indeed an ability all humans can have. I’m not sure on the mechanics of it, but if even blind people can “see” like this, I feel it must be something more than just “seeing” with the eyes closed, you know?
All in all, I feel it’s indeed an ability all humans can have.
I completely believe this. My patients who are on ketamine or psilocybin often say they discovered through psychedelics that everything they ever needed to heal was inside themselves the whole time. I think psychedelics simply give us access to what lies within. It's also a state that can be achieved with things like Holotropic Breathwork.
It's awesome that there are people who can connect with those abilities without psychedelics or any special preparation. Wish I was one of you!
Yeah me too, but brains are weird. There’s no reason not to think something that happens to some of us, but is clearly not common, can be “unlocked” or “stimulated” by taking a drug like psilocybin.
Ah no no, sure. I’m not saying shrooms can’t do stuff like that. But I think it’s a natural ability humans have, that we can learn to do without shrooms. Like, the people in the video I shared above literally learned it. Some are blind y’know.
I had a dream that my coworker died in a skiing accident. Two weeks later, he didn’t show up for work. Was in the ICU because he took his helmet off during lunch on the mountain and hit a jump wrong and went into a rock field. He died a few days later.
To be fair, I’ve had other dreams where people were hurt or died and it didn’t come true. But this shit shook me to my core. It still haunts me.
Rest in peace Justin. You were such a great dude. My favorite memory of you is how you’d flip out every time I’d pump up a bike tire in the shop and you’d freak out thinking it would explode, because of the one time it did.
I was walking in flip-flops on asphalt when I sneezed. I opened my eyes after sneezing and my flip-flops were now behind me but facing forward and neatly arranged. What happened when I sneezed? Did I put my feet together, slide the backward to release the toes, jump up and then forward about 18”? All without noticing and in the span of one sneeze ?
Sneezed so hard you teleported into another dimension
I was once standing with my family in our breakfast nook, and a large ball of blue light floated in through the closed kitchen window. It was about the size of a basketball, very bright, kinda sparkly, and it was some sort of electricity, because it made all our hair stand straight up.
It just hovered in the middle of the kitchen for a minute, while my family and I stood there with our mouths hanging open, then it slowly dissipated. We all looked at each other in disbelief, then continued setting the table like nothing had happened.
I'm still not sure what it was. I call it ball lightning, but I really don't know. It was a beautiful sunny day, not stormy at all.
It is called ball lightning, so you’re right!
I’ve never been lucky enough to see it, but my mother had an eerily similar experience to yours. It was years before I was born, and she was feeding my older brother in his high chair in the kitchen when a ball of blue light the same size as yours came through the kitchen window, hovered a bit, and dissipated. She also said the air felt electric.
Nobody believed her until many years later.
TIL
I mean… the first line about it on the article is: it’s an unexplained phenomena. So… no learning here, no. Just more mysteries.
There's also a long list of descriptions from sightings over the years, as well as summaries of scientific hypothesis attempting to explain the phenomenon. There's even an emission spectrum published in 2014. I for one can learn stuff without having all the answers completely figured out (which is good, since almost everything has something unexplained about it if you dig deep enough). For example, I learned I can make plasma balls in the microwave! Very cool.
Once when I was younger I was seperated from my family on Halloween. I panicked a bit and walked up the street towards where I thought they had gone. Then, I turned left, and came onto yet another street packed with Halloween celebrators. However, nobody was talking. I mean it was silent enough for me to hear my own footsteps and brushing past people in the crowd. For comparison, the other nearby streets were too loud to talk without shouting. I finally found the other members of my group after walking for a solid 5 minutes, and they all seemed to think I had never left.
Was taking an undergrad psych class. Teacher asked if we had any odd dreams. I mentioned that I had a dream where I was standing in a circle or benevolent strangers with my gf at the time. The song "brown eyed girl" was playing and then suddenly stopped. My gf and I turn to each other in surprise with a general "huh?" and the dream ends. The class has a fun time telling me I have a fear of commitment etc, we have a laugh and move on to the next person's dream story.
That weekend, I visit my gfs college, we attend a huge bonfire. Ton of people gathered around. There's a band. They sarcastically start playing brown eyed girl as a joke, as it was way off for their vibe, and then stop the song and make a joke. My gf and I turn to each other as if we were wanting them to play the whole song and we were surprised they stopped.
Then I freaked out! What made it wild was the fact I had shared the story a few days prior to my class.
I went back the next week and had to tell the class about the event. The professor was like "you have a gift"…
Ah, community college…
My spouse said yes when I asked them to marry me. Still don't know why anyone would do that to themselves.
Maybe their a machochist?
I'm convinced my wife is paying off karmic debt for being a war criminal or something in a past life. Lovely person, she really doesn't deserve this but our marriage keeps on truckin'.
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Learning basic grammar.
Really? You're not even gonna touch "machochist"?
Nah that's perfectly logical
My english is pretty bad tbh.
That misspelling gave me great joy, so thank you
Now now.
I've had a few moments in my life where I dream of myself doing a mundane thing and then years later I end up doing that thing, remember the dream from years ago, and ponder if I have the worlds lamest precognition where I only realize I caught a glimpse of the future after already living out he moment I caughta glimpse of.
Oh and also when I was a toddler I vividly remember the experience of freezing to death in the back yard while playing in the snow. I mostly chalk it up to a dream but I remember the nightmares I had as a kid and all of them were surreal chase dreams with a monster version of the easter bunny or the geiko lizard getting me.
This was different. I still remembee the back yard, the 'fort' I had made and trapped myself in, I remember clawing at the snow to get out until my hands went from burning to feeling nothing, screaming for mommy to save me to no avail, and eventually succumbing to the cold. I dont know how toddler me would b able to imagine up the exact sensations of freezing or that level of grim detail.
I read somewhere that those deja vu and precognition dreams are actually mostly your mind having a glitch, believing this present moment is also past. No dream or past event exists, you just think it does because it feels like it. Weird stuff.
I get that that is the rational explanation. But I swear this one day I woke up after having a short but very specific dream, I was in class talking to my friends sitting in a very specific position and one of my mates said something. Later that day that situation happened and I almost said what he said in unison.
Years later one of those guys also told me about it, so its not like I made that memory up. But it just doesn't make sense??
Next time it happens try to predict what will happen in the next 30 seconds and say it out loud or write it down before it happens. If you can't, it's natural Deja Vu
And if he does he is a goddamn psychic.
I dunno without spoon bending how can you make such a wild claim lol
That's probably true for most stuff but I've heard weird stuff. I knew someone that said they had one of those moments where they were able to guess who was going to walk through the door next. Or they chose a college based on a dream and then remembered when they ended up in the situation with the dream at that college.
The brain accessed ROM when it should've accessed RAM.
Yeah I have been saying for a couple years now that I have the lamest super power: a fairly accurate mental timer. It's not like I'm always on time myself, hell I'm late regularly by a few min to most social events, but I have a weird reoccurrence of being almost right on time if I have a timer going.
I use Alexa to set timers at least a few times a day. For brewing coffee, cooking, and various other mundane tasks. Nothing exciting. But I almost always expect that when I go to check on the timer, in within 10 sec. I'm not even consciously keeping track or looking at what time it is when I start generally, and sometimes I forget I even had a timer until last few seconds when I check on it.
I remember a few months ago I was slow cooking a bean soup that I like to go for 12 hours. I started it a few hours before bed. I woke up, went downstairs to start coffee, and the moment I walked in the kitchen, the slow cooker chimed because it had hit exactly 12 hours.
One of these days I'll use it to get my butt out the door on time. Maybe.
When I was younger (probably round 6-10, best guess) I was snacking on pickles one day as I would at that age, when later that evening I had clearly had too many cause I had a real bad belly ache. To skip to the important part, I swear to whatever gods you choose, that I threw up a whole unchewed pickle spear
Oh I love this. Did it just like slide smoothly down your throat without you noticing? That’s crazy
I honestly don't remember. I only remember seeing the puddle and the mass.
That sounds like a Tool album… the puddle and the mass
Once, back in high school, I had a printer cable coiled up and laying on my computer desk. I put my keys in the center of the coil, and for some reason a piece of paper over the top. (Random desk clutter.) When I went to grab them the next day, I lifted the paper, and they were gone. This was the inside of a coiled cable, a circular area maybe 4 inches in diameter, so it's not like I could just overlook them somehow. I figured that I must have moved them and forgotten about it, but when I searched again a few hours later, they were inside the coiled printer cable, under that sheet of paper. My family swore that they hadn't moved my keys, and really, how would they even have found them in such an odd spot in my room?
I grew up in a house where a lot of weird things happened, and this reminds me of the time my wallet and a few other important articles of mine went missing. My mom had laid them carefully on my bed at the time. She was the only one home. When I got home later, I wasn't able to find them. She helped me look everywhere, but they were just inexplicably gone. She was convinced I had moved them.
Weeks later, I had lifted my mattress for whatever reason (bed was in the corner against the wall) and they were wayyyy in the back corner, lying between the box spring and the mattress, as carefully arranged as she had laid them out on my bed.
This has happened to me a few times as well. I just attribute it to The Borrowers
Physical reality seems to glitch sometimes.
I have a wooden hand mirror that’s made with a thick circle of wood that surrounds two mirrors (regular and magnifying on either side).
After several months in the humidity next to my shower, the seam in the wood came apart, leaving about a 2cm gap in the frame. I tried to fix it using a belt vice grip thing, but couldn’t get both mirrors to seat into their grooves so I could cinch the gap closed. No matter what I did, one mirror would unseat and be in the way. Cheap mirror, I gave up trying, and it’s been that way for more than a year.
About a month ago I picked it up to use it and it’s fixed itself. The gap is totally gone, with the seam perfectly tight, like it had never broken in the first place. I stood looking at it saying ‘what the fuck?’ for several minutes. It makes no sense at all.
e: it’s been in that same environment next to my shower this whole time, with no changes, so it’s not likely to be an environmental reason. So weird.
It took place on a weekday morning, in the late 2000s, I dropped my ex at her workplace, and then I start driving towards my own workplace. I need to take a tunnel downtown, there's a traffic light just before the tunnel. The light is red, I wait. The light turns green, I go ahead, along with another car next to me.
Right behind me, in my mirror, I see police cars blocking the street at the traffic light. I'm the last car that went through the traffic light. No other cars can make it behind me.
I'm kinda freaking out. Why are the police cars blocking the way to the tunnel?
I then realize there are only two cars in the tunnel, mine, and the car just before me. No other car. At 9am. On a weekday. What the hell is going on?
I keep on driving, everything seems normal, apart from the complete lack of cars.
Eventually, I see the end of the tunnel, with police cars on either side of the road. And police officers making OBVIOUS signs with their arms : "Get the fuck out of there, quick, faster!".
Me and the other car make it out of the tunnel, then In my mirror, again, I see 4 police cars blocking the way out of the tunnel.
I turned on the radio. Nothing about this event. I searched the news websites for the whole day, I didn't find anything. I asked around, at work, in social media, nobody knew about this. I didn't think of calling the police station. I never learned what the hell happened in this tunnel.
My bet is it was either a bomb threat, or they had to catch a known criminal in this tunnel, or maybe a collapse danger of some kind. But the fact that it didn't make local news is mind boggling to me. I sometimes wonder if I dreamed this.
Maybe the ventilation system failed in some way. A carbon monoxide buildup in a tunnel could be problematic.
Indeed
I have almost supernaturally good luck when it comes to getting tickets for things, but in no other area of life. This probably isn't the kind of thing you meant, and yet everything spooky I've eventually found a mundane explanation for. The ticket thing on the other hand? No idea.
Speeding tickets? Oh ya I’m great at that too
Greetings fellow cop magnets
I had' a dream a few years back that death (a dark cloud with skeleton head and a black hood) came down from a hill that I had to drive over to get to work. On my drive the next day I narrowly evaded a dude overtaking and driving on the wrong (my) lane at the top of the hill…
This is something that still happens. When I go on any road trips that involves driving on the interstate (US), I will always happen to glance at mile marker 66. I'm usually never thinking about it when it happens. I'll be totally absorbed into my phone (as a passenger of course!) or talking, and just happen to look up and right at mile marker 66. It always gives me a bit of a shock that I've noticed it again. Otherwise I don't really pay any attention to the little green mile marker signs on the side of the road. I am not at all religious or believe in anything like that. I guess it just means I die at MM 66 on some interstate somewhere. This started happening in my teens.
You glance at other markers too, but 66 fires a special, primed network.
… and it's a self-reinforcing process too.
Like I seem to glance at the clock every day around the same time, wondering how long it is until my workday (or schoolday in my younger years) is over. Somehow its always exactly at 13:37.
I always get 10:24. I call it the cursed time, and now my family calls it out too.
Same for me. It was more often when I worked in an office for some reason, but I still glance at the watch on my PC and see 13:37 more often than any other times. Always accompanied by me thinking "hehe…1337 hax0r"
I also happened to get that at 14:53.
I always get 3:13 - the king of time.
Was walking through the woods. Came across a clearing where a guy was sitting on a log sharpening his knife. His back was turned to me so I just ran away. A little while later I came across another clearing with a random guy digging a hole with a shovel. A few seconds later I heard a loud thud as if something had been thrown into the hole. People do weird things when alone in the woods. It is a weird that I had both of those encounters in the same day. Who knows maybe it was the same guy? They were both wearing dark orange. Prolly just a concidence right?
We were way back in the woods. My brother thought it would be funny to read Deliverance at camp. We had just cleaned after dinner when he came up from the lake, having washed our dinner dishes, saying "there's two guys coming in a canoe".
They were hammered, smoking and drinking beer, and reeked of b.o.
They started poking around our camp rudely and making remarks that were vaguely menacing.
Eventually, my father was able to convince them he'd been fishing at this lake since he was a boy and dropped a few names in a non-boasting way.
They left but it was freaky for a bit. I figure they had an outdoor grow op. It was a week or two from harvest time.
Sounds like hunting + dressing an animal? Perhaps they buried part of it for some reason.
