Personally I don't believe in the idea of the supernatural (LSS: If it exists, I believe it can be understood by scientific means)

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That being said, who knows what about anything. I hope by posting this here in hopes that you all may be able to help me put sense to this.

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Backstory: In 2019 I was going through the worst depression of my life. I was heavy into MDMA, surviving off of selling my blood plasma, what little odd jobs I could get/get myself to do, and the kindness of friends/family. One night my friend hits me up asking if I would like to do some LSD with him, and basically quit my job at the time to do that. He ended up deciding against the trip, but I went ahead with it after we were done chilling.

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Around 2am I took the dose, which ended up being way -way- more powerful than I had expected. I realized quickly in that I was in for a rough time and may not be safe, so I decided to go lay in my bed until it was over. What followed was one of the most difficult experiences of my life. The total details of this experience are largely irrelevant, but of note to this subreddit I want to describe the demon I ran into.

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It's first form was a thing of sickening pink, taking on the aspect of a mound of flesh. It was smooth but hairy. Clinging to whatever bit of warmth it could, leaching from it.

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Its second form was a thing made up of negative space in a field of static, it was a total void of howling silence.

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This thing spoke. Trying to pull me into further sloth, to slowly see to my own suicide by destroying my relationships, continuing to do hard drugs, sink further and further into the abyss. There was a noise I heard nearly the entire experience that I can not properly replicate nor spell, as if it was being said backwards, through a filter and static: Fibulate Demar.

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Despite all that it had a happy ending. By the time I was out of the worst of the trip I felt that I had defeated this demon, and shortly thereafter got my shit together as a person.