Envisioning the Goddess

Dr. Eben Alexander NDE:
"For most of my journey, someone else was with me. A woman. She was young, and I remember what she looked like in complete detail. She had high cheekbones and deep-blue eyes. Golden brown tresses framed her lovely face. When first I saw her, we were riding along together on an intricately patterned surface, which after a moment I recognized as the wing of a butterfly. In fact, millions of butterflies were all around us—vast fluttering waves of them, dipping down into the woods and coming back up around us again. It was a river of life and color, moving through the air.

The woman’s outfit was simple, like a peasant’s, but its colors—powder blue, indigo, and pastel orange-peach—had the same overwhelming, super-vivid aliveness that everything else had. She looked at me with a look that, if you saw it for five seconds, would make your whole life up to that point worth living, no matter what had happened in it so far. It was not a romantic look. It was not a look of friendship. It was a look that was somehow beyond all these, beyond all the different compartments of love we have down here on earth. It was something higher, holding all those other kinds of love within itself while at the same time being much bigger than all of them.

Without using any words, she spoke to me. The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some fantasy, passing and insubstantial."

A DMT goddess experience:
"My dear,” the psychedelic said sweetly. “I am an Elf. I’m the Elf Goddess. You’ve already come into contact with me; you just haven’t come into face to face contact with me. As soon as you have a Break-through, you will see me face to face, and it will certainly be a joyful time...

And then, it happened. The Elf Goddess came to me. The psychedelic herself had arrived. She simply materialized out of nowhere. I saw her Form. She was extremely tall, dark, and elegantly beautiful. Her skin was a dark green, as were her eyes. Her fingers were slender and long, her feet proportionately sized and dazzling. Her hair was rigorously wavy, and it came far down all the way to her waist. She was in the nude, and her breasts were very voluptuous yet perfectly shaped. She came with her hands up, a clear sign of peace. Suddenly, I heard her. She didn’t even open up her mouth, though. She spoke inside of my head without the slightest trace of having moved her mouth.

“Do you understand what my Elves have taught you?” she asked me kindly.

“I don’t think so,” I responded truthfully.

“Allow me to help you out,” she said. “I have been seen by many people, some who have made a mark in history, such as Parmenides. Yes, I am the Goddess of Parmenides, the divine figure that appears in his mystical poem. Parmenides, like you, used to smoke DMT, and that is how he came about configuring his philosophical apparatus.”