lágrimas_por_miedos 24/10/2020 (Sat) 19:44:16 #59114274
Greetings everyone, I will try to be brief with this thread.
Three weeks ago I was diagnosed with early-stage frontotemporal dementia. I've been thinking about the future and the possibility of not being able to recognize my own memories anymore, which reminds me about my grandmother, the woman who took me in as a child and who sadly left this world 16 years ago because of a horrible disease. Ever since then, I have wished I could make a portrait of her, so that others can meet her and remember her when my brain becomes unable to do so, especially at this time of the year. She was never one to take many photographs, and the ones I do have are old and worn out, so I would like to be able to see her pristine face once more, and make a portrait of her that enhances her beauty and freshness as faithfully as possible, now that Día de Muertos is approaching.
Does anyone know how to achieve this?
LaDoncellaDeHierro 24/10/2020 (Sat) 19:59:17 #59114299
Sorry for jumping into the thread, but I would also like to know if there are other methods to perform thanatoscopy1, for some reason the classics aren't working. I talked to a psychic to try something similar but she told me “that the other side is like an ocean, but it's frozen".
lamuerteeselprincipio 24/10/2020 (Sat) 20:06:33 #59114328
Same as OP, Ouija boards take up to six hours to spell a single name. I wonder if this has anything to do with what happened about two months ago about the failed euthanasias in Luxembourg.
bruja_esqueleto 24/10/2020 (Sat) 20:39:46 #59774411
They had commented something similar in this thread about a haunted house in Veracruz, where they had already tried to exorcise it eight times with no avail, and the mediums, trying to talk to a spirit, lost all of their senses for hours. Some user commented there about some way to amplify the effects of EMDR therapy2 to "reprocess" the memories after a clairvoyance. But they would need to have clairvoyance in the first place.
búhosllamandominombre 24/10/2020 (Sat) 20:44:26 #59774512
Hey @lágrimas_por_miedos, I came from that thread and maybe you can try this:
During the witching hour on November 1st is when the worlds of the living and the dead are closest to each other. Have you seen those pumpkins with candles? According to the Celts, they were used to guide the dead spirits to the Afterlife, so they could be used to take advantage of that closeness and use their energies for guidance and light. Imagine them as Wi-Fi repeaters.
I thought that they might be used to enhance thanatoscopy. If you use enough of them, they could act as an anchor, so you'd have to set them up with some cylindrical hulk facing you. What you would have to do is get some kind of medium to catalyze that energy to look beyond, who knows how to paint. Wonder if they’ll charge too much.
rayos_crepusculares 24/10/2020 (Sat) 21:08:37 #59774666
@lágrimas_por_miedos, I think I know how to solve that. Have you heard of Acid Wyrm? It’s a very popular hallucinogenic drug, which is called "the slug" because of its shape. It's not just a normal hallucinogen, as many of its users have said around here that every time they took a "shot", they could see ghosts and hear voices talking to them; some people think it could be a kind of awakening substance for ESP. Let me know via PM and I can get you a dose, it might work for you.
lágrimas_por_miedos 24/10/2020 (Sat) 19:44:16 #59774701
Thank you guys very much. If I can get everything in a week, I'll give it a try and let you all know how it went.
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lágrimas_por_miedos 01/11/2020 (Wed) 19:28:44 #59792222
Guys, I just got the Acid Wyrm 15 minutes ago, and I’ve finished placing the pumpkins in a safe area from my backyard, about two hundred and a fraction. It took me the entire week to get the quantity I needed, and I arranged them in a parabolic shape facing a chair, where I arranged the canvas on the side and some holding measures. I'll try to relax for the rest of the afternoon and at 3 am I will start. I'll tell you later.
Wish me luck.
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lamuerteeselprincipio 02/11/2020 (Thu) 11:14:24 #59809417
Any news about the experiment?
rayos_crepusculares 02/11/2020 (Thu) 12:09:33 #59809494
Patience, the OP took something strong and perhaps had no previous experience with this sort of thing, I just hope he didn't have a bad trip.
alphaville_20 11/02/2020 (Thu) 13:40:05 #59809719
I just found out about this thread, would someone please give me a summary?
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bruja_esqueleto 02/11/2020 (Thu) 20:19:45 #59810006
I’m worried. @lágrimas_por_miedos give us a sign of life, please.
búhosllamandominombre 11/02/2020 (Thu) 20:23:11 #59810055
Me too. I'll keep an eye out just in case.
lágrimas_por_miedos 02/11/2020 (Sat) 20:57:51 #59810196
Guys, I'm sorry about the delay. It's just that I needed to process everything that happened that night. I was unable to sleep all day long because of the anxiety, but I’m calmer now.
At 3 am sharp, I sat down in the chair I set up in the middle of the pumpkin dome, with their candles lit, and the canvas and my paints to one side. I was very nervous, of course, having never taken any kind of drugs before, but the gummy look of the "slug" put me at ease. It was very sour, like those chewing gums that have liquid at the core, but with a very intense lemon flavor. Then, I started looking at the pumpkins around me, emitting their light. It was a creepy sight, and there I waited for a few minutes, when I felt them looking back at me, as their features begin to melt. I thought it was the candle wax, but I realize later that everything started to melt: the walls, the chair, my own hands. I began to feel an intense heat, and I heard whispers, murmurs all around me, as I felt myself levitating and rising towards something in the sky.
The sensation was reversed, then I felt myself falling towards that something, which was actually the ground. There was a wheat field; it seemed to be abandoned, and infested with rats and crows that looked quite awful. A pile of hay cushioned my fall, and around me I saw a bunch of broken and rusty scythes. Everything looked unhealthy in this place, but there was another detail that puzzled me. The textures and details of all the things there seemed shredded, or intertwined. The trees were unusually shaped, and the wood was full of insects that looked like no other bug I'd ever seen before.
I tried to get out of there, and headed towards what resembled a city, through a winding road that gradually broke down, as the trees fell. It almost looked like I was inside an abstract work of art. As I got closer, I noticed that the buildings intersected each other at many angles, and that they did not only line upwards, but also to the sides, some partially collapsed. As imposing as it looked, it was very decaying, as if it were a twisted Soviet housing complex. Inside I heard nothing but wailing. The "people" in this place were looking at me in the eyes, sobbing, and begging. I didn't quite understand what they were saying, but they sounded desperate. Everywhere, the lights were going out, the decorations were falling to dust. Structures weakened and collapsed.
After walking for a while, in a wide street, I saw a large parade of people walking. None of them were smiling, and all of them were carrying large closed urns, which were banging and rattling, muted by the serene and melancholic music of a choir. I do not understand what they say, even their words are confusing, but one line becomes clear: "We, the dead, will mourn for the living." I followed them to where I saw a large congregation of them over a small receptacle overlooking a mausoleum. It resembled a visitation, but there was no corpse inside. There was an empty urn and scattered candles. The flora around it shrank and blackened, and the soil beneath withered.
As I entered, I realized that I recognized those faces, even among the confusion about their features. I saw my uncles, my parents, my sister. My relatives who had passed away so many years ago. I searched through the people, all around me, until I found her at last. My grandmother, who turned to me the moment she met my gaze. The more I looked at her, the more her face changed, and became less defined, like everything else in this place. It was almost like looking at those cat paintings by Louis Wain when he lost his mental lucidity, where everything was abstraction, with no trace of the original idea.
Then she spoke, asking me what I was doing there. It was then, as I was surrounded by the others, that I felt myself being dragged away, as the music became dissonant and aggressive. Her voice asserted itself and sounded clear, but worn. That place where she now laid, had once been fertile and beautiful, it was a dream place where only joys and serenity existed, but from one moment to another, began to dry up like a plant over concrete, becoming old and crumbling, and that the same was happening to all its inhabitants, including her, unable to go anywhere else, and seeing how slowly the whole place was weakening, just like many dyes being mixed to form a gray and dull paste, with no original colors in sight.
I panicked, and did my best to stay calm. She told me that I would be lucky, that I would never get into a place like that, but wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. I realized, then, that I was lying there in that urn, unable to move, unable to scream. Then, she asked me for one last favor.
"Forget us. If there is anything that keeps us in this place, it is the memory of the living. Even if it is difficult for you, we beg you to get rid of our memory. It is the only way we can find peace. That will be the greatest of your mercies to us, if you let us go, forever. Please. Forget us.”
Forget us. As the mist covered my eyes, that phrase was repeated by each one of them. A desperate and constant prayer, while their eyes fixed on me. My energy diminished, and my eyes clouded, between tears and revelation. Bit by bit, the definition was regained, and their stares intermingled with more recent ones. The pumpkins around me reappeared in their place, and the illusion ended.
When I got up from my chair, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning. Had a hell of a head and stomach ache, and I was still very agitated, so I was unable to sleep well, and I can't help but thinking about the last of my vision. For the first time, I stopped seeing my dementia as something so scary, so negative. I don't know what you guys think, but as for me…
I know what to do now. A good Día de Muertos to you all.
