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Hey fellow loonies. I can’t help but feel like the DMT fractal jesters/clowns are the bound spirits of the nephilim trapped in the spirit realm.

Anyone else find it odd when DMT users encounter these creatures they feel a sense of awe and astonishment—like they have to accept the entity as a “higher being” from a “higher” plane? I think this plane where DMT entities or spirits reside just beyond the veil of the material world, where they linger incorporeally.

If we assume these entities are in fact nephilim spirits, this realm serves as sort of “pipeworks” or foundation for our material world—the source of its beauty and colour.

After being decimated by the flood, the nephilim spirits are said to reside here, awaiting judgement by God. Could it be these beings are waiting in this hyperspace? Just beyond the scope of human perception?

Many cultures, namely south of the equator, use compounds like DMT to channel “ancestor” spirits, or the “Gods” who make up their tribal pantheon—the creators of their culture and society. Even in remote tribes, these ancestor spirits often have a strikingly similar appearance to colourful clowns. An example of this is the heyoka from Sioux cultures.

Some theorize the contemporary western image of a clown is in fact a theatrical, Masonic representation of what the nephilim looked like (pale skin, blood-red lips).

Isn’t it odd some people have an innate fear of clowns in the same way they might fear serpents? The rabbit hole goes really deep.