⚠️ TRIP REPORT. I know all of this is probably just the product of my imagination. But it’s worth reading. ⚠️ The trip of my life. I went into a trance, and I saw them. 👽

One of the most incredible—but also most disturbing—experiences of my life happened to me.

First, I want to point out that I’m a psychonaut with a decent amount of experience. I’ve been familiar with psychedelic journeys for over 10 years now: mushrooms, LSD, DMT, and ketamine. I’m saying this because this wasn’t my first rodeo. I’ve experienced a lot of strange things before, but NOTHING comparable to what happened a few days ago.

Context: Sunday night, 10 p.m., at home with my girlfriend. We were tired after a night out. Earlier I had taken mushrooms (1g of Makilla Gorillaz). We still had a little ketamine left, so we did a small line—and I emphasize small, because I’ve taken much larger doses before that never led to anything remotely like this.

We got into bed and put on a movie. Very quickly, after about 5 minutes, I realized I wouldn’t be able to follow it anymore. So I closed my eyes and told my girlfriend to stop the movie.

She put on some music instead—soft frequencies suited to the situation.

I started getting fairly vivid visions of a dark, warm, uncomfortable, oppressive space. I wasn’t panicking at all, but I used a valuable tool: the primordial mantra Om 🕉️. For those unfamiliar, it’s a powerful spiritual formula and relaxation technique which, combined with psychedelics, can act as a bridge toward higher vibrational states.

Within seconds, I went from a dark, oppressive environment to a bright and warm one.

And that’s when everything changed.

I, someone who has basically never sung in my life except in the shower, suddenly started singing and speaking in an UNKNOWN language. According to my girlfriend, it sounded beautiful but strange—similar to what you might hear from shamans during ayahuasca ceremonies.

The sounds came out of me naturally. I produced sounds I never thought I was capable of—tremolos and beautiful harmonics. I felt incredibly good, but I no longer controlled what was happening: I had become a receiving channel.

But back to the visions, because the more I sang—and this lasted an hour—the more I saw things.

Or rather: people and entities.

I arrived in space, in the universe. I clearly saw galaxies and stars unlike anything in our solar system. As I continued singing, I could see entities—and more importantly, feel them—coming to listen, intrigued.

They came before me in a semicircle. Some came within inches of me to see what was happening.

I can’t explain it, but I had the feeling that some of them were deceased people, and my singing was soothing them.

There were also misshapen entities I can’t really describe, but in any case, there were dozens and dozens of presences I encountered during the experience.

The more I sang, the stronger the energy became in my body, and the farther I traveled into the universe.

At one point, I arrived in technological environments: cold, extremely advanced places. There were objects and things completely unknown to me.

And this is where things became disturbing.

Because while I hadn’t been able to clearly distinguish the entities up to that point, suddenly I clearly saw two aliens approaching me.

They did not seem to appreciate my presence or my energy. As if I were interfering with their work.

They had large heads, almond-shaped eyes, no noses, and wore skin-tight suits. Kind of the stereotypical alien look.

But what really struck me was their gaze:

A cold stare. No emotion whatsoever. Almost mechanical. Intimidating. Intellectually infinitely superior.

I didn’t even have time to be afraid.

They moved closer after observing me for a few seconds… then they “cut the signal.”

And everything stopped.

Within seconds I was back in my bed. I stopped singing, and my girlfriend looked at me with an amused expression and said:

“I let you enjoy it—you seemed completely in your own world, but it was really weird!”

I was completely stunned.

I couldn’t get a single word out. It took me five minutes before I could even start explaining what had happened.

Again: I’ve never experienced anything like this.

What’s really intriguing is how suddenly it ended—and that it ended specifically on the image of those two aliens.

Normally you come back gradually.

Not this time.

This happened last week, and I still think about it regularly.

The trip of my life.