the fucked up result of a fucked up mushroom trip....

With good and with bad, people exist. We all breathe the same recycled air and feel the warmth from the same expiring sun. There is nothing that the earth cannot provide us with; it holds the answers to each question that stirs, and turns, and bubbles, nd boils within our cores. The evaluation of our values and thoughts can bring a deeper awareness that is not tapped by the every-day experience. To be blunt: you can find yourself in a single moment encompassed by time’s eternity, and your life will change forever.



It began as a night of intoxication-anticipation. Excitement surged like static electricity through the combined energies of our bodies. Had we known how the night would decline we may have chosen a different path altogether: Purely irrelevant. Physical effects were the strongest at the onset; tingling, tracers, inability to see clearly and without distortion. Typical outcomes of my behaviour reassured me that the night was full of magic. People became sketches, ceilings became floors, enclosed patterns expanded beyond borders to beautify the surrounding vastness. Throughout the dream, a river of love and laughter ebbed and flowed. What did the outsiders see?



The next chapter involved a hood, a city, a war dick, a path, a treacherous hill, and a beach. What are they doing down there? “Probably having sex.”



Sex. What is sex? It is within us all. It is why we exist. Was her response to my question a possible hint as to where the night would take us, or was she just being funny? Sex isn’t funny. Therefore, it must have been a sign. We left the beach behind and descended into an abyss of the unknown.



Music transcended us to a new dimension. Laying in bed we became one. The energy we created felt dangerously strong; our conversations reflected this new plane on which we resurfaced. I felt her hands on me and knew exactly what she was thinking; femininity at its peak gushed from inside of her. It was as though she was a temple of free sexual energy that I was not prepared to receive.



We left.



I felt hollow.



The sadness destroyed my soul. Suddenly it was as if I could only exist apart from myself…. But I knew that was impossible without the work of death. What was happening in the other room? Angry sounds and painful words…



Then everything went dark. Crying chaos and panicked pandemonium. Madness of every sort screamed fear into our hearts. She lay on the floor, twitching and moaning and gagging and shaking, limp as a lifeless being with pure black eyes. Help. Somebody help us. In over our heads, we feared the worst and forgot everything else. Guilt destroyed my body and my mind, feeling as though the connection we shared in the bed and my rejection of her feminine, earthly instinct caused her to be this way. Her words stabbed us each in a different way. Then, she vomited up a perfect heart.



The shaman came and performed a healing ceremony; a bouquet of various feathers and furs along with beautiful, powerful crystals cleansed the atmosphere. Burning sweet grass and sage brought us back to reality. Whatever she had been releasing was finally out. The healing ritual of the mystical man had worked. Nothing was perfect, but things were alright. This snapped her back to reality, but left her completely detached from the trip.



In the end, it became clear that one cannot abuse nature’s medicine without extremely devastating consequences. The chain of events leading up to the breaking point was subtle, nearly unrecognizable, but there nonetheless. The power of the earth combined with the people who inhabit it can create pivotal experiences that shed light on an entirely altered perspective. Furthermore, the continual circulation of questions and answers is inevitable among people, but an appreciation of the unknown is important as well. What do we know, and why does it matter? To know what’s inside ourselves is to know everything we will ever need.

 

That's interesting. Asks some interesting questions, and talks about some interesting concepts.
It's cool you could take something like a trip, and turn it into something creative and philosophical. A lot of people have trouble putting this into words, but you did a pretty good job...

 

wake me up when its finished
I only read 2 sentences and now I'm sleeeeeeepy