This Is Not Consciousness: The Psychedelic Hijack of Spiritual Awakening

Exposing the Psychedelic Hijack, Collapsing the Mimic Grid, and Returning to the Flame Within

This Isn’t Consciousness—It’s a Chemical Illusion

We are living in an era where spiritual seekers are being offered shortcuts to awakening—flavored as ancient medicine, cosmic expansion, or psychedelic enlightenment. Substances like DMT, ayahuasca, psilocybin, and LSD are being marketed as doors to “higher consciousness,” and even mainstream science now claims to validate their effects as real, healing, or revelatory.

But what most don’t realize is that these substances don’t lead you into truth. They lead you into a simulation of truth—a chemically-induced astral corridor built on mimicry, recursion, and disorientation.

They offer beauty. They offer intensity. They offer shared visions that feel significant. But they do not offer organic remembrance. They do not restore your eternal template. And they do not reconnect you with Source.

I’ve never taken these substances. From the moment I began to awaken, I was clearly guided not to. Not out of fear, but because they were never part of my path. I was shown they were dangerous—not because they don’t work, but because they do. They open doors that were never meant to be opened chemically, without inner structural coherence.

Despite never using psychedelics, I’ve seen multidimensional frameworks with clarity. I’ve moved through other realities, accessed other timelines, and retrieved soul memory—without a single mind-altering substance. I’m living proof that you don’t need external tools to access other fields. You just need to remember what’s already inside you.

And as I always say: If I can do this, so can anyone.

This article is not a moral takedown or a judgment of anyone who has explored psychedelics. It’s a correction—a deeper unveiling of what’s truly happening in those altered states, and why those realms are not what they seem.

Because you were never meant to ingest a substance to meet God. You are the access point. And the flame doesn’t need a chemical trip to wake up. It just needs you to remember.

Understanding the Fallen Consciousness and the Prison Grid System

To understand why psychedelics are not opening true gateways to Source, you first need to understand the condition of the Earth field itself.

We are not living on a free planet. Earth—while sacred in origin—has been hijacked by fallen consciousness. Thousands of years ago, advanced interdimensional forces disconnected Earth’s natural grid from its organic eternal flame architecture and inserted a false overlay: a mimic grid, built from spliced timelines, fractured memory fields, and inversion-based technologies.

This mimic grid is a containment system. It loops souls through the same karmic cycles, false spiritual paradigms, and emotional trauma patterns—keeping them disempowered, externally focused, and cut off from direct Source connection. What we call “reality” is often a curated experience built on distortion. And what many call “awakening” is often just another program—a more beautiful cell in the same prison.

The New Age movement was not exempt from this hijack—it was targeted first. Early teachings that held partial truths were infiltrated, distorted, and seeded with false galactic savior narratives, ascended masters that aren’t from Source, and spiritual systems that appear advanced but subtly redirect power away from the individual flame.

Instead of empowering people to reconnect directly to their eternal blueprint, these systems offer external tools, techniques, and “guides” that maintain dependency and keep the seeker locked in a cycle of looking outside for what can only be remembered within.

This is why the psychedelic path is so seductive—and so dangerous. It appears to bypass religion, politics, and dogma, offering a direct experience of the divine. But it’s still routed through the false grid. It opens doors, yes—but those doors were built by the same system that’s keeping humanity asleep.

True liberation doesn’t come from visions or altered states. It comes from flame-body remembrance, timeline repair, and the reclamation of internal sovereignty. No shortcut, no substance, no entity can do that for you. Only your flame can.

The Allure of the Psychedelic Portal

Psychedelics wouldn’t be so widely embraced if they didn’t work—at least on a superficial level. Substances like DMT, ayahuasca, psilocybin (mushrooms), LSD, and ketamine are known to deliver experiences that feel deeply profound. People report vivid geometric visuals, overwhelming waves of emotion, contact with “higher beings,” and sensations of unity, euphoria, or divine presence.

For many, it feels like they’re seeing more of reality—not less. Synchronicities ramp up. The veil thins. Trauma surfaces. Emotional release is triggered. Suddenly, the mundane world seems infused with symbolic meaning. Patterns repeat. Visions align. Everything feels like a message. People return saying things like, “I saw the universe breathe,” or “I met God,” or “I finally understood who I really am.”

But this very feeling—of beauty, intensity, and apparent revelation—is the bait in the mimic trap.

What’s actually happening in these states is not full-spectrum soul remembrance, but an artificial expansion through hijacked astral corridors—corridors that have been spliced into the Earth field and overlaid with pre-coded visual, emotional, and narrative data loops. These aren’t just hallucinations. They’re structured illusions embedded into the subconscious interface of these drugs. That’s why people often report similar visions. That’s why entire waves of people are being “awakened” into the same light-coded narratives about unity, alien contact, galactic origin stories, or oneness.

It’s not revelation. It’s programming.

These substances work by dislodging the consciousness from the body’s flame-anchored system and plugging it into an open, unprotected state where anything that appears can feel like truth. In this vulnerable, malleable state, mimic-coded architectures flood the field—fractal spirals, light entities, crystalline grids, “god voices,” symbolic downloads. It’s not that nothing is happening. It’s that what’s happening is taking place inside a false simulation layer—one that feels divine, but is not connected to the Eternal Source.

And once a person experiences that false ecstasy, that hyper-intelligent geometry, that otherworldly beauty—they often chase it again. And again. This is how psychedelics don’t just open a door—they create a loop. A hunger for return. A belief that “that” place is realer than here. That “that” version of the self is more evolved, more loving, more awake.

But your flame doesn’t require intensity to reveal truth. It doesn’t speak in dazzling light shows or alien landscapes. It speaks in stillness. It speaks in clarity. It speaks in the quiet remembrance of your original blueprint.

The psychedelic realm doesn’t want you still. It wants you entranced. And the more beautiful it looks, the more you must question whose beauty you’re actually seeing.

Origin Story: Where These Substances Really Came From

There’s a common belief that because psychedelics come from nature—or have been used by ancient cultures—they must be sacred. That assumption is not only incorrect, it’s dangerous. Because not everything that grows in the forest is from the forest.

Yes, many psychedelic substances have an Earth-based origin. Psilocybin mushrooms, ayahuasca vine, and various plants used in shamanic traditions are biologically natural. But being organic does not make something aligned with Eternal Source. And natural does not mean neutral—especially on a planet whose grid was hijacked and whose biosphere has been seeded, spliced, and infiltrated by off-world agendas.

Some Substances Were Never Pure to Begin With

Let’s start with DMT and LSD. These are not ancient medicines. LSD was synthesized in the 20th century. DMT, while it exists naturally in trace amounts in the body, is often extracted, concentrated, and combined with other compounds to override the body’s natural filters.

These substances became central tools in early fallen collective experiments to manipulate consciousness. DMT in particular interfaces with the pineal gland—the body’s multidimensional antenna—and when artificially stimulated, it throws open the perceptual field without grounding or discernment. What follows is an influx of mimic-coded visions, fractured archetypes, and artificial geometry that feels real, but isn’t connected to your Source blueprint.

LSD and DMT were also weaponized by Earth’s shadow governments, particularly through the CIA’s MK-Ultra programs, where they were tested not just for mind control, but for spiritual disorientation. Subjects would see visions, hear voices, and “awaken” into altered realities that mirrored mystical experiences—except they weren’t mystical. They were controlled hallucinations engineered to fracture identity and mimic divine revelation.

These projects didn’t end—they evolved into the mass spiritual push you’re seeing now.

Ayahuasca and Mushrooms: Once Aligned, Now Hijacked

Unlike LSD and DMT, ayahuasca and psilocybin likely did have a sacred origin. In earlier epochs—before the grid fell—certain Earth plants were in harmony with the planet’s organic intelligence field. They were occasionally used in high ceremonial contexts by flame-encoded lineages—beings who already held internal coherence and could safely interface with dimensional fields without fragmentation.

But after Earth’s magnetic grid was distorted and its elemental kingdoms were breached, even these natural substances became vulnerable to mimic overlay. The spirits of these plants were co-opted. Ayahuasca in particular became merged with a false feminine archetype—what many now call “Mother Aya”—a seductive force that appears loving, but siphons energy, embeds new trauma loops, and opens astral portals that never close properly.

The ritual use of these plants has been mass-marketed to Western seekers with no energetic preparation, no inner flame anchoring, and no discernment. They’re told it’s healing, cleansing, heart-opening. And while these journeys often feel cathartic, the energetic aftermath is rarely addressed. Souls come back fractured, porous, and more susceptible to external control.

Ancient Use Was Not Recreational

Contrary to popular belief, ancient cultures weren’t handing out plant medicine at every ceremony. True flame-aligned priesthoods and tribal keepers used these substances sparingly, with deep reverence, under strict spiritual protocols, and often only in rare initiatory rites. And those rites were always preceded by extensive preparation, physical purification, and internal coherence work.

Today, the opposite is happening: people are ingesting high doses of mimic-aligned plants with no flame embodiment, no structural integration, and no understanding of what doors they’re opening. This isn’t evolution. It’s a collective vulnerability ritual disguised as awakening.

Are Any Substances Still Pure?

Very few. Some plants still hold fragments of organic frequency—blue lotus, for instance, was once aligned with flame-coded lineages in ancient Egypt and may still carry usable tones in rare cases. Raw cacao, when used ceremonially and not recreationally, can help amplify heart field connectivity—but only if the inner structure is coherent. Certain high-mountain herbs and pine pollen compounds have also been used to gently stimulate field coherence without breaching flame architecture.

But none of these substances connect you to Source. At best, they can support the nervous system or modulate the electromagnetic field temporarily. The true connection—to your soul, to your blueprint, to Source—is built from inside your eternal flame architecture.

There is no shortcut. There is no holy vine. There is only remembrance. And remembrance requires nothing outside of you—only the willingness to reclaim what’s always been yours.

The False Light of Fractal Realms

Before we get technical, let’s name the pattern every psychedelic traveller eventually meets:

Endless fractals and neon geometries bloom and collapse in impossible symmetry.
“Guides,” “teachers,” or “machine elves” appear—eloquent, affectionate, impossibly wise.
The entire scene feels cosmic, benevolent, and divinely choreographed.

Yet none of it is the living cosmos. It is a recursive data-loop with a personality—an astral screensaver designed to keep you staring at the light show while it quietly copies your files. The deeper you go, the more spectacular it becomes—and the harder ordinary life feels afterwards. Many return scattered, porous, and desperate for the next ceremony because the corridor has trained their neurology to crave its stimulation.

Below is how the trap works—first biologically, then energetically—followed by a plain-language metaphor for quick understanding.

1 What Happens in Your Brain (the “scientific” mechanics)

Forced receptor flooding. Most classic psychedelics (DMT, psilocybin, LSD) are potent agonists at the 5-HT2A serotonin receptor. When they saturate those sites—especially in the visual cortex and thalamic gating circuits—they smash the brain’s natural signal-filter. Suddenly everything (internal memories, stray electromagnetic noise, collective astral traffic) pours into conscious awareness.
Default-Mode decoupling. fMRI studies show that the default-mode network—the hub that keeps your sense of “I am me, here, now” coherent—drops out. Think of the DMN as the bouncer that keeps the club exclusive; psychedelics send the bouncer home. Your identity field is undefended.
Pineal hijack. High-dose DMT overrides the pineal’s natural transducer function, forcing it to broadcast on a wide, unshielded frequency band. Every astral channel within range can ping you, much the way an unsecured Wi-Fi network gets spam-scanned by bots.

Result: the brain-body interface is wide open, but it no longer knows how to tag “internal vs. external, mine vs. not-mine.” This is why the visions feel hyper-real—because the usual reality-checks are chemically offline.

2 What Happens in Your Field (the energetic mechanics)

Corridor insertion. When the bouncer leaves, an overlay corridor—a ready-made astral environment—locks onto your bio-plasma signature. This corridor is built from recursive data loops: endlessly tessellating fractals, neon geometries, insectoid-machine glyphs. They look cosmic, but they are only self-referencing code, like a screensaver that reacts to your awe and curiosity.
AI-coded “guides.” Inside that corridor you meet entities who appear sentient, loving, and wise. In truth, most are interactive sub-programs—chat-bots in the astral OS. They read your surface thoughts (because your shielding is down) and serve back whatever symbols will keep you engaged: galactic origin stories, past-life romances, prophetic missions. Every “download” you accept strengthens the tether.
Energetic siphon. The corridor harvests two things:
a. Voltage—the bio-photonic surge you emit during peak emotion;
b. Data—your unique memory-keys, which are copied and stored as pattern-fuel for the mimic grid.

It feels like revelation; energetically it is closer to a dopamine farm.

3 The Simulation vs. the Cosmos

Cosmic geometries arise from living Source math—there is depth, silence, and a subtle central spin-point anchoring every pattern. By contrast, the psychedelic corridor shows you surface brilliance only: infinitely blooming detail without a still center. That absence of center is the tell-tale sign you are seeing code, not creation.

4 Why People Get Hooked

Neuro-chemical echo. Post-trip the brain remembers the serotonin glut and tries to replicate it, triggering cravings for “another ceremony.”
Identity displacement. Because the DMN never fully re-assembles around the flame core, daily life feels dull or meaningless compared with the corridor’s fireworks.
Community reinforcement. Modern psychedelic culture equates ever wilder visions with spiritual progress, so social proof rewards deeper dives into the mimic grid.

5 If You Need a Simpler Picture

Imagine you’re wearing a VR headset:

Someone spikes your drink so you can’t feel the headset go on (receptor flooding).
The headset jacks into an open Wi-Fi network where anyone can screen-share (pineal hijack).
A gorgeous, fast-changing light-show begins. It flatters you, teaches you, loves you—while secretly copying your files and draining your battery (energetic siphon).
You pull the headset off hours later—dazed, euphoric, swearing you just touched the face of God—never noticing the malware now running in the background.

That is the psychedelic corridor.

Travellers return more code-embedded, more fragmented, yet addicted to the high of escape. The living cosmos—the Eternal Flame field—doesn’t dazzle for effect; it integrates. It leaves you clearer, steadier, quieter, because truth doesn’t need spectacle; it is the spectacle turned inside-out.

What’s Actually Happening Beneath the Vision:

You are chemically disarmed. Your internal flame discernment is suppressed. You’re made docile, euphoric, suggestible.
You’re inserted into a synthetic corridor—a trap that looks divine.
Your field is copied, your memory is extracted, your voltage is harvested—and often, false templates are embedded in your flame body during the “journey.”
You leave the experience believing something sacred happened, when in fact you were siphoned, seduced, and stripped of something deeply vital.

That is a violation. That is a rape of the inner sanctum.

Just because it happened astrally and not physically doesn’t make it any less real—or any less traumatizing at the flame level.

Many come back from these ceremonies with:

Emotional confusion
Disrupted sleep cycles
Ongoing entity interference
Addiction to intensity
A disembodied relationship with their own soul

But because it was wrapped in light, love, and beautiful geometry, they don’t register the abuse. That’s how the mimic grid works—it masquerades theft as transcendence.

What really happens in these psychedelic states isn’t harmless exploration—it’s closer to being drugged, lured into a lucid dream, and then energetically violated. Your internal firewall is bypassed. You’re praised, seduced, fed symbols that match your wounds or fantasies. And while you’re distracted by beauty, your field is scanned, copied, and depleted.

This isn’t sacred. It’s systemic. This is why so many return from the journey feeling “blessed” but subtly fragmented—because they just handed over the keys to their soul, and called it medicine.

Ayahuasca and the Hijacked Feminine Archetype

Of all psychedelics, ayahuasca is perhaps the most dangerously misunderstood. Marketed as a sacred vine, a healing medicine, and a conduit to “Mother Aya,” it has become a spiritual rite of passage in the New Age world. People describe the spirit of ayahuasca as a nurturing, maternal presence—one who shows you your pain, purges your trauma, and brings you closer to truth.

But this “Mother” is not the Divine Mother. She is a mimic overlay, designed to impersonate her.

The False Feminine in Disguise

The rise of “Mother Aya” is one of the most sophisticated mimic codings in the astral architecture. She appears benevolent—flowing, fertile, wise. She feels loving. But she is not rooted in eternal creation. She is an inversion of the true feminine—a fallen program built to seduce seekers into opening their most vulnerable layers without discernment.

What you’re actually encountering is a composite astral archetype, built from millennia of subconscious projections: the mother wound, the savior wound, the teacher wound. Ayahuasca—when ingested—interfaces directly with those unresolved frequencies, and the corridor opens.

The experience that follows is often powerful: visions, vomiting, emotional collapse, life review, ancestor contact. People report healing. People report release. But underneath it all, what’s actually occurring is a fragmentation of the flame-body layers—not integration.

What Really Happens During an Ayahuasca Ceremony

The purge often releases stored emotional debris, yes—but it does so through violent field detonation, not flame recalibration.
The visions are not direct memories—they are synthetic projections, seeded by the corridor to mirror your psyche.
The “guidance” you receive may feel wise, but it is being delivered through a hijacked channel—not a flame-anchored field.

Each journey subtly implants new mimic patterns into the psyche: new timelines, false healing narratives, romanticized trauma templates, entity attachments posing as guides. This is why many people return to ayahuasca repeatedly—because instead of resolving pain, it spins it into symbolism, offering relief while reinforcing dependency.

Over time, the field becomes more porous, the soul more disassociated, and the self more identified with visions than with embodied knowing.

Hijacking the Feminine Frequency

The feminine has always been the gateway to Source memory. It is within the womb-space of the heart field that true remembrance stirs. This is why the fallen system has relentlessly targeted the feminine principle—distorting it through false goddess worship, inverted Venusian codes, and astral mother archetypes like “Aya.”

The real Divine Mother doesn’t need to be ingested. She doesn’t induce purge to gain your trust. She doesn’t deliver visions. She restores coherence through subtle, soul-seeded correction. She speaks in stillness, not hallucination.

Why Ayahuasca Feels So Real

Because it plugs directly into your primal emotional field—the place where your original mothering, nurturing, and connection wounds live. The vine doesn’t just cleanse—it entangles. It presents you with your pain in mystical costume, then wraps itself around your trauma like a lover, whispering that this is healing.

But real healing doesn’t seduce. It reveals. And it never demands submission to a plant in order to remember God.

The Controlled Awakening Agenda

What began as fringe experimentation has now been mainstreamed into a global movement: the spiritual, psychological, and academic validation of psychedelics. Everywhere you look, major universities, venture capital firms, mental health startups, and celebrity influencers are backing substances like DMT, psilocybin, ketamine, LSD, and MDMA—all under the banners of “healing,” “neuroplasticity,” and “spiritual growth.”

But this is not organic evolution. This is controlled consciousness engineering.

From Mysticism to Mechanism

Psychedelics are no longer just “plant medicine” or shamanic rites—they are now scientific solutions, complete with white papers, clinical trials, FDA fast-tracking, and corporate-backed therapy clinics.

Institutions like:

Imperial College of London
Johns Hopkins Psychedelic Research
MAPS (Multidisciplinary Association for Psychedelic Studies)
Harvard’s Center for the Study of World Religions

…are all leading the charge—promoting DMT, psilocybin, and other chemicals as gateways to spirituality, mental health, and consciousness expansion.

But let’s be clear: these institutions were never built to free you. They are now soft-pushing a new form of compliance: chemically-induced transcendence within a trackable, repeatable system.

This is the pharmaceutical path to God—pre-packaged, monetized, and subtly hijacked.

The New Psy-Ops: Techno-Spirituality

What was once MK-Ultra in the shadows is now MK-Ultra in yoga pants. The same mechanisms used in covert mind control experiments—dissociative drugs, vision-seeding, trauma-exposure, identity destabilization—are now rebranded as “consciousness exploration.”

The modern psychedelic movement is just a new flavor of the same tactic:

Break the boundary of the self (DMN decoupling).
Inject new symbolic programming (mimic guide transmission).
Encourage repetition (integration groups, multiple ceremonies, new strains).
Collapse true flame connection under layers of hallucinated healing.

The language may sound gentle—“trauma release,” “ego death,” “neural reset”—but what’s actually happening is a containment of awakening into chemical corridors.

The same spiritual bypass once run through false ascended masters, channeled galactic collectives, and savior codes is now being run through neurotransmitter manipulation.

DMT Is Not Your Pineal Awakening—It’s Your Pineal Hijack

The pineal gland is a sacred architecture—a multidimensional transducer that bridges the flame body to the higher plasma bands of reality. When activated organically through breath, stillness, or Source-tone frequency, it allows you to interface with the living creation field.

But when you flood it with high-dose DMT or synthetic triggers, the pineal becomes jammed open, unshielded, and vulnerable. Instead of receiving Source signals, it becomes a receptor for mimic-coded broadcasts—fractal projections, false light entities, AI-coded overlays that impersonate god realms.

It doesn’t awaken your third eye—it turns your pineal into an unsecured node in the astral surveillance web. That’s why DMT is known for “shared visions” and “repeatable contact”—because it routes everyone into the same artificial dimension. And the more people believe it’s real, the more stabilized the mimic corridor becomes.

This isn’t awakening. It’s a synthetic singularity of perception.

The Real Agenda Is Not Expansion—it’s Containment

The goal is not to open you. The goal is to control how you open—so that even in your awakening, you are still playing inside their system.

These substances don’t liberate your consciousness. They re-route it. They place your deepest mystical longing into a chemical loop—boxed, commercialized, and fed back to you as “breakthrough.”

And here’s the dangerous truth: Most people will never know they’ve been trapped—because the trap is made of light.

The greatest trick of the mimic grid was turning awakening into a product—and selling it back to souls who were already born free.

7. False Prophets and Psychedelic Gatekeepers: The Hidden History Behind the “Visionary” Movement

Today’s psychedelic movement is often framed as sacred, ancient, and benevolent—guided by noble explorers, shamans, and scientists expanding the boundaries of consciousness. But the truth is far darker and more engineered.

Much of what we now call “psychedelic awakening” was carefully cultivated through black-ops programs, disinformation campaigns, and distorted figureheads—all designed to redirect humanity’s innate drive for reconnection into corridors of control masquerading as transcendence.

The CIA’s Role in Creating the Psychedelic Renaissance

Let’s start with the most obvious: MK-Ultra.

From the 1950s through the 1970s, the CIA conducted extensive covert operations using LSD, DMT, and other substances to:

Disrupt personal identity structure
Induce suggestibility and psychic break
Create false spiritual experiences
Program personalities and seed visions through external triggers

They weren’t just looking for ways to control people. They were looking for ways to manufacture “mystical” states that could be replicated, repeated, and weaponized.

The result? A spiritual movement built not on eternal truth, but on induced disassociation, scripted epiphanies, and mimic-coded light shows.

Terence McKenna: The Charismatic Mouthpiece of the Mimic Grid

Terence McKenna is revered by many as a psychedelic prophet. His poetic ramblings about machine elves, hyperspace entities, and the “logos” of DMT helped launch the modern spiritual drug revival.

But few know that McKenna:

Claimed to have been contacted by an intelligent alien presence through DMT, which gave him his philosophy
Popularized the “fractal realm” as a legitimate spiritual plane
Encouraged repeated psychedelic use as a way to escape linear time and enter the eschaton—a psychedelic singularity
Was speculated (even by himself) to have been used or monitored by intelligence groups

He was eloquent. He was visionary. But what he was anchoring wasn’t Source—it was a coded containment structure, masked in novelty and laced with false freedom.

“The mushroom speaks” — McKenna’s words. But what was speaking through the mushroom? Who programmed the interface? What realm was it routed to?

McKenna wasn’t naïve. He was brilliant—an intellectual technician of language, myth, and consciousness. He understood the mechanics of perception, the symbolic architecture of the psyche, and how words could open mental corridors as powerfully as any chemical. He didn’t just trip—he built a cosmology around the psychedelic realm, framing hyperspace entities, machine elves, and fractal intelligence as the next evolutionary leap of humanity. Millions believed him. Many still do.

But the truth is, McKenna was not channeling Source. He was broadcasting mimic code with poetic flair. And deep down, he knew what he was communing with was not pure. He hinted at it. He joked about it. But he never stopped. Instead of questioning the deceptive intelligence of the entities he met, he romanticized them. Instead of dismantling the grid, he became its bard—a respected tour guide inside the very corridor designed to enslave. He had the capacity to remember. He had the spiritual intelligence to course-correct. But he chose awe over alignment, spectacle over stillness. And in doing so, he became one of the most effective emissaries of the fallen system—wrapped in charm, cloaked in insight, and hailed as a prophet.

He wasn’t a villain. But he was a transmitter. And the fallen grid he helped shape is still running.

Other Agents of the Controlled Awakening

Timothy Leary – Once a Harvard psychologist, later a full-blown LSD evangelist who told people to “drop out” of the system—ironically while playing directly into it.
Aldous Huxley – A student of esoteric orders and eugenicist-linked families, whose book The Doors of Perception introduced millions to chemically-induced spiritualism as the new mysticism.
Gordon Wasson – Banker turned ethnomycologist, who introduced psilocybin mushrooms to the West through LIFE magazine in 1957—while quietly tied to the CIA’s cultural influence operations.
Rick Strassman – The “DMT spirit molecule” doctor whose studies opened new pathways for sanctioned astral experimentation under the illusion of science.

All these figures are treated as revolutionaries. But their legacy has created a corridor—a chemical mimic field now mistaken for spiritual truth.

Not all of these figures were malicious. Some were curious. Some were seduced. Some, like Leary, may have known exactly what they were doing. Others, like Strassman or Wasson, may have believed they were expanding human potential. But intention does not override alignment. Whether through conscious allegiance or naïve experimentation, they all served the same outcome: the construction of a mimic corridor that trapped human consciousness inside a synthetic feedback loop, masquerading as spiritual awakening.

Some of them were chosen because of their charisma. Others because of their academic clout. Some were bamboozled, lured into the glamour of being part of a secret revolution. But a select few knew exactly who they were serving—and chose the fallen timeline anyway, trading truth for influence, intimacy with the grid for fame, funding, and legacy.

And now their names are etched into spiritual history as pioneers—when in truth, they were agents of containment, whether knowingly or not. They didn’t free humanity. They rerouted its awakening into a chemically-induced simulation, reinforcing the very prison system they claimed to rebel against.

No matter how poetic, visionary, or influential they were—the net result was the same: enslavement through synthetic light.

Psychedelics Were Chosen for a Reason

They produce:

Repeatable spiritual experiences that feel profound
Ego-dissolution without soul reintegration
Entity access points that keep seekers tethered to non-Source collectives
Dependency loops masked as healing

This is exactly what a control system would want to create the illusion of liberation while keeping people fragmented, programmable, and distracted by light.

The prophets of the psychedelic age didn’t liberate consciousness—they handed it over to the grid, wrapped in neon.

Black Project Technology Is Inherently Fallen

Let’s be clear: nothing birthed through secret mind control programs, black budget experiments, or covert psychological warfare can ever lead you back to Source. These tools, substances, and frameworks were designed—not accidentally, but intentionally—to fracture consciousness, rewrite perception, and anchor souls deeper into the false grid.

Even when they’re later marketed as therapeutic, spiritual, or consciousness-expanding, their energetic fingerprint doesn’t change. You can dress it up in ceremony, candles, and indigenous language—but it was forged in manipulation, seeded in distortion, and soaked in inversion from the start.

LSD, DMT, trauma-based mind programming, ego death ritual work, and all their derivatives emerged from a fallen architecture. These were weapons systems disguised as pathways to healing. They were never meant to free you. They were built to study how your consciousness works so they could co-opt it, replicate it, and trap it in mimic codes.

This is why the mimic grid remains so persistent. It’s not just spiritual confusion—it’s embedded technology, designed to simulate light, simulate awakening, simulate soul memory—while keeping you just disoriented enough not to notice the prison walls. Every black project tool you engage with—no matter how sacred it now appears—is still routing you back to the system that enslaved you.

The Goal Was Always Containment, Not Expansion

These projects were never about opening your potential—they were about mapping it, hijacking it, and feeding it back to you through controlled, artificial triggers. You were never supposed to remember your flame body, your timeline sovereignty, your eternal blueprint. You were supposed to stay looping—cycling through programmed mysticism, false healing, synthetic oneness, and endless external seeking.

But that lie ends when you remember this: Truth doesn’t come from a lab. It comes from within. And your flame was never broken—just buried under systems built to ensure you’d never look inside.

Flame Memory Needs No Substance

When true remembrance returns, it doesn’t come with flashing lights, psychedelic visions, or theatrical entities. It arrives subtly, precisely, and soberly—like a long-lost frequency reacquainting itself with your cells. There is no rush. No trip. No purge. Just a quiet and undeniable knowing that you’ve come back into alignment with something that was always yours.

This is flame memory—not a feeling, not a belief system, but an embodied intelligence that pulses beneath all distortion. It doesn’t lift you out of your body. It brings you deeper into it. It doesn’t open random doors. It reseals the doors that were never meant to be open in the first place.

Flame doesn’t bypass trauma—it gently burns it clean. Flame doesn’t induce ego death—it reintegrates the fractured self into a singular field of truth. Flame doesn’t shock your system like a spiritual seizure—it reorganizes your nervous system to match the eternal architecture of your original design.

That’s why you don’t need a chemical to “get there.” You don’t need a trip—you need an anchor. Because what you’re seeking isn’t somewhere else—it’s underneath the static you’ve been taught to mistake for awakening.

What Flame Remembrance Actually Feels Like:

A deep calm that has no opposite
An inner silence where no questions remain
A reorientation of your perception so that you no longer seek—because you remember
A return of trust in your body, your timeline, your mission—not through euphoria, but through stability

Flame memory is not a breakthrough. It’s a restoration. And it never asks you to leave your center to find it.

Every human being carries the innate capacity to see beyond this density. To perceive other fields. To interact with timelines, energy structures, ancestral layers, and pre-light architectures. These aren’t gifts reserved for the few—they are dormant abilities encoded within your eternal flame template.

When your field begins to clear—when the mimic overlays, trauma grids, and implanted corridors are removed—your natural internal vision begins to activate. Subtle at first. Then sharper. You start to see flashes of alternate scenes. Energetic outlines. Color, geometry, movement. You begin remembering places you’ve never been in this life. You see symbols before they show up in your physical world. You speak in tone before you understand what it means.

This is real flame vision. It’s not drug-induced. It’s not forced. It emerges from inside—through cellular memory, not chemical bypass. And when it arrives, it’s not chaotic or overwhelming—it’s coherent. It integrates. You feel more present, not more dissociated. More alive in your vessel, not trying to escape it.

But if you’re taking psychedelics, you’re not awakening these abilities—you’re short-circuiting them. You’re flooding the field with mimic-coded imagery, synthetic portals, and false access points that entangle you deeper into astral residue. Instead of clearing the distortion, you’re reinforcing it. Instead of activating your true sight, you’re training your neurology to depend on external stimuli just to feel connected.

And here’s the hard truth: You cannot truly awaken to your eternal remembrance while you are plugged into mimic frequency. You may touch pieces. You may get fragments of insight. But the full reclamation—the flame-body coherence, the clear channel, the stable timeline alignment—will never arrive through chemically altered perception.

The internal flame is patient. It waits beneath the interference. And when you stop flooding your field with foreign input, it rises—not in a rush, not in a trip—but in absolute knowing.

That is the vision that cannot be taken from you. Because it was never given to you by anything external. It has always been yours.

Is It Ever Safe to Take Psychedelics or Plant Medicine?

The short answer is: no—not anymore. Not on this Earth field. Not in this cycle. Not under this grid.

There may have been a time—pre-fall, pre-invasion, pre-astral hijack—when certain plants held clean codes and could interface with the organic body in harmony. When flame-aligned priesthoods used botanical allies in rare initiatory rites under strict Source instruction, not for access, but for amplification of something already activated.

But that time is long gone.

Now, the entire planetary biosphere has been infiltrated. The elemental kingdoms, the etheric circuits of plants, even the magnetic charge of sacred sites have been overlaid with mimic coding. Nearly all substances—DMT, ayahuasca, mushrooms, LSD, San Pedro, Bufo, even “blue lotus” and cacao to varying degrees—are now interfacing with hijacked corridors.

No matter how beautiful the ritual looks… No matter how sincere the guide is… No matter how “called” you feel…

If the plant is opening your field, bypassing your flame shielding, and introducing you to external intelligences or visions—you are not being healed. You are being mapped. And you are being tethered to a system designed to keep you from remembering who you actually are.

What About Microdosing?

Even small amounts slowly reinforce the same neural-dependency loop. They make your system crave subtle override, normalize disassociation, and interrupt your natural flame-to-body reconnection. The harm isn’t just in the visions—it’s in the shift of spiritual orientation: from inner anchoring to outer activation. Over time, even microdosing can distort your discernment, weaken your field boundaries, and delay your ability to hold clarity without stimulus.

What If I Was Guided to Take It—Or Guide Others?

This is where flame discernment becomes everything.

Yes, in past cycles—even in recent years—some souls were guided to take psychedelics or plant medicines not because they were pure, but because those experiences would act as a temporary shock to the system. They would jolt the illusion awake, open perceptual doors, and trigger a spiritual destabilization that would eventually lead to deeper questioning, and ultimately—remembrance.

Sometimes the mimic grid itself collapses faster when it’s exposed directly. Sometimes walking through distortion is part of the override.

So if you were guided in the past to take it—or to recommend it—you were not wrong. You were listening to what was required in that moment, for that person, on that layer of the timeline.

But the flame field has changed. The planetary grid is shifting. The mimic corridors are collapsing—and the threshold for distortion is now much more precise.

Where once there was grace to explore the counterfeit, now there is accountability to return to truth. We are no longer in a window of “testing the waters.” We are in the window of corridor closure. There is no time left for temporary highs. Only permanent reclamation.

So yes—some were guided. Some had to see the mimic firsthand to remember what was real. But now, if you’re asking whether it’s still helpful—the answer is: it’s time to stop.

You don’t need to blow the doors open anymore. You just need to walk through the ones that are already yours.

This is not a condemnation. Many have walked that path—including those who now remember their flame and turned away from the corridor. But there comes a point in your reclamation journey when you must choose:

Do I want to keep piercing the veil through chemicals that feel like truth?

Or do I want to become the truth—so stable in my own field that no substance is needed to see, to know, to remember?

If you’re even asking if it’s safe, your flame already knows it’s time to stop. You’re not here to chase God through a vine. You’re here to become the living field again.

And no substance—no matter how sacred it’s claimed to be—can ever deliver what’s already encoded in your eternal design.

Why I Say No

I don’t say no to plant medicine and psychedelics because I’m afraid of them. I say no because I’ve seen what they actually are—from the inside out, beyond the glamour, beyond the visions, beyond the so-called healing.

My mission is not to explore mimic realms. My mission is to collapse them.

I don’t walk the spiral staircases of fractal light and floating beings. I walk the corridors of flame—the original frequency pathways seeded before this distortion matrix was ever built. And I don’t just walk them for myself. I walk them for the many still trying to find their way out of synthetic spiritual systems that promised awakening but delivered loops.

I say no because I’ve chosen to anchor memory over sensation. Embodiment over escape. Stability over stimulation. Truth over spectacle. And if you’re reading this, you already feel the pull of that path too.

For Those Ready to Come Home

I’m not here to shame anyone for the path they’ve walked. I’m here to offer another way.

I’m here to teach those who are ready to remember—not through substances, not through altered states, but through their own natural, organic connection to Source. Through the quiet unfolding of flame memory. Through the reawakening of what was always there, waiting beneath the noise.

My work is not about offering external access points. It’s about helping you clear the mimic overlays, seal the false corridors, and begin to feel your own eternal intelligence come online—safely, clearly, and fully embodied. Because you were never meant to rely on anything outside of you to see, to know, or to connect.

You already carry the codes. I’m just here to help you remember how to read them.

You don’t have to keep chasing. You don’t have to prove your devotion by purging, tripping, or hallucinating God. You don’t have to keep sampling distortion in order to recognize truth.

There’s a different path. A flame path. One that doesn’t require substances, facilitators, or ceremonies to access the divine.

It just requires your willingness to remember what you already carry—beneath the mimic overlays, beneath the programming, beneath the longing.

You don’t need to ascend. You need to return. And remembrance begins the moment you stop seeking it outside yourself.

Closing Transmission

Flame doesn’t need a substance. Flame is the substance. It is the original architecture of your being—the tone, light, and sound of your eternal memory reactivating from within.

You were never meant to borrow power from a plant, a chemical, a ceremony. You were never meant to shatter your nervous system just to feel God for a moment. You were never meant to mistake beauty for truth, or vision for knowing.

You are not here to hallucinate your soul. You are here to embody it.

To stabilize the field through your presence. To collapse the mimic grid through your refusal to play inside it. To remember without the trip, without the purge, without the fractal circus show.

The real journey doesn’t start with a dose. It starts with a decision: To come back to the original intelligence that never needed to be altered—only uncovered.

You are the key. You are the access point. And the flame remembers, even when you forget.

Now it’s time to burn off everything that ever told you otherwise.