so I’ve conducted myself accordingly hitherto…

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In the summer of 1992 I had a rather distressing acid trip whereupon my mind was opened-wide and non-human entities barged-in and played hungry-hungry hippo with my brain. Ror some time thereafter, I ran amok. Mostly boozing. But the through-line was that I regularly received some sort of “revelation” that things, as we know it, were soon coming to a head. This "virtual experiment", of which I was part of, had run it’s course. These entities were going to shut it all down and move one to some other fun reality-creation. They were kindly giving me a "heads up". They must've really liked me.

Of course, these "entities" lied quite a bit, because many of these “prophetic data-dumps” they were downloading into my mind never came to fruition.

One of them was that I would be dead by 2002. Unless I am completely misinformed, I trust that one to be completely FALSE.

Another big one which has been pretty close (but no cigar) I received in 1995 where THEY informed me to look for this sign before the END IS AT HAND: Hillary Clinton will be president. So when she ran in 08 I thought: wow—perhaps that is a real prophecy from God Almighty! (As an aside for you who are fans of the lady: I am not saying THEY told me she was going to be the cause of the THE END, just the signal that that the game is almost over.)
Then she was shot down by Smooth Barry.

I shrugged.

Well, tack that one up to more FAKE PROPHECY. More days to add to my existence. I may continue to feed my dog and love my wife. 

But Lo! What’s this? Another run in 2016?! By jove, I perceived the prophecy to be dusted-off and vindicated! Though I somehow had more sense to predict that the race would be much closer than most of the smarmy media pundits on the left were anticipating, I still figured: hey, this is prophecy, baby. Can’t stop what’s already written.

Then: those meddling Russkies stymied God’s Plan!

Nope: what it told me was that I had received yet another dubious prophecy from the enemy camp.

THEY were telling me what THEY had planned. But THEY are not really in charge.
Yes: back in 1995 to predict Hillary would be even running for president in the 2000’s was indeed fairly prescient. I recall nary a person positing such possibility.
But: like a good counterfeit: close by the adversary is no match for spot-on by the great IAM.
So I have conducted myself accordingly, assuming that shit was going to hit the fan sometime around NOW, and thus far, we are still here.

No one know the day nor the hour. But keep that head on a swivel.

what the?

So dinosaurs might’ve been around 30,000 years ago. Reminds me of an acid trip and a dream I had.

First, the acid trip.

Not a good one, but I’ll spare those details. Anyway, my friend began to shape-shift in my peripheral vision. First into an ancient Buddha-type figure, then into a golden reptilian, scaly and virtually nondescript type of creature that was attempting to scare me.

Then the dream: years later, a few people entered my dream but they were telepathic reptile-type creatures that were highly intelligent and very ancient. I remember deducing (or being “given” the lowdown) that they were what we humans today call the dinosaurs, but that we got it all wrong. They were beings that created splendid civilizations. They are still around, only not in the awesome form they once had. They were offering to make me some kind of deal, like to become a great writer/artist or something.

I declined.

So there you have it.

On top of that; not directly related but corollary: one time a therapist I was seeing when I was twenty because I had imbibed in too much LSD over too long a period of time and thought all of reality was an elaborate hologram specifically designed around me for reasons of study and play, when she asked if I knew what day it was I felt a pressure inside my head, heard her thoughts, and witnessed an eye blinking at me from atop her forehead. She had “shape-shifted” before me also. I remember thinking: if I say aloud what’s going on here, by all “appearances” I will be deemed insane and they will keep me indefinitely. So I said nothing. When asked “how do you feel?” I said “I am terrified.” She didn’t say anything one would think like “terrified of what” or “why do you think you feel that way? you simply forgot what day it was…”

Nope.
She said something rather cryptically jacked. “It’s ok. Well, it’s not ok, but it’s ok.”

Yup. Exact words.

I felt like I was a prisoner of some predatory species that had been around since time began but now, just for me, had temporarily de-cloaked.

They shot me up with thorazine and I drooled for the next few weeks until I fled that scene.

the ceiling of reality (or "On LSD")

     Alexander Ramsay: Flap-illustration, early 19th century, 

from http://art-bin.com/art/medhistorypix/omedicalimages25.html

 I perceived a sophisticated jigsaw-puzzle of millions of tiny, reverberating pieces locked in a slow, undulating rhythm. Do you see the patterns? Those patterns are the fabric of time and space, my son – any hippy that’s worth his weight in LSD can tell you that. The lattice-like architecture resonates with a translucent green-red glow, spots or nebulous forms… networld – the net is intricate and complex mosaic in three or four dimensions, but it is visible to the human eye, if you have the correct lens and operational application of mind… LSD of course speeds this up and embellishes it – but the influx of large amounts of raw universal data on the psychic/physical level tends to “overload” the system- - the conscious operating system doesn’t know how to decipher the large volume of rapidly ingested quantum data, so it will do it’s best to “make sense” of it – hence the classic “hallucination” or “seeing things” – the system is seeing “everything” and attempting to categorize those things. Overload – or bus crash – is the “freak out”. The system simply cannot handle the volume and data-rate absorption – so the mind-OS shuts down, goes to sleep, reboots, or fries the motherboard. Imagine: suddenly not only having infinite data but ongoing absorption of that data. And you don’t have the proper “application” to run, interpret, decipher, utilize, or express that data. That is what a heavy-duty acid trip is—jamming a billion-terabytes of information into a computer that can store it, but cannot do anything with it. Our brains can handle an enormous amounts of information – thousands of percents more than we do now…but we haven’t developed the proper “wetware apps” to use them. Perhaps soon the Allmighty Software Designer will upgrade us… Are you a file to be saved, or tossed into the recycle bin? Your choice. That is freedom – the ability to choose, sans coercion – whether you want freedom or you want to be a slave….