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When i was 13 i began smoking pot. By 14, i was doing pretty hard drugs. My brother had this friend, we'll call him Steg. Well ,Steg along with about 4 other guys, crashed in our basement for about 6 months. They were all around 18 years old. We would sit on our basement, which was elaborately decorated, get insanely blazed, and watch the discovery channel, read passages from different religious books, philosophize on pretty deep subjects, and speak very openly. Well, i developed a crush on Steg. Maybe more of a infatuation. Well, in my mind, we were basically telepathically sending messages to one another, i mean serious one on one communicating. And little things, people would say, would make me think it was true. Obviously i was dillusional, but im still curious about it. I was pretty gone there for about a year. Well, theres three examples, that really stick out to me. 1: This guy, we'll call him Worm, me and him got really high one night, and we sat over in his basement across the street, and had a pretty detailed conversation,on basically the way his mind works. He tries to figure people out, and he said he often uses mind games to do so. He told me, he would think really hard about things, and that, he believes, every answer you need, is already inside your mind, you just have to find it. That if you just close your eyes, and picture a big empty movie theatre, thats pitch black eventually the word or phrase you need pops up on the screen....well anyways, i went home about 45 minutes later, still pretty buzzed, laid down on my bed, and closed my eyes. The next thing i know, all of this color ,big wavy tunnels, of neon color appears in my mind, and then, im talking to Worm, in my head. And worm is telling me the "rules" that if i want to to join their world, i have to follow them, one of the first rules, is everyone else knows that this world in our minds exists, but we dont talk about it, because then the world loses meaning and collapses. Second, that i could only use it while i was high (later it progressed to where special people could use even while not high, i was one of the special ones), and basically, i could "fly" to different rooms in my mind, and talk to my firends, or felllow stoners actually, and we could have totally open conversations, and just talk, and i truely belive, that it was actually happening, and i believed that they all knew it was happening,they just couldnt talk about it. 2: One night, I was really fucking high, and had taken 3 hits of acid. I was tripping extremely hard, the weed mix,really fucked with me. Well, after my brothers advice i went and took a shower, and tried to sober up atleast some. It didnt really work, it just made me feel revitalized. I went into my room, and laid on my bed, and had this vision, that I was dieing, like literally a cross, with a lint robe draped over it, and a tarot card with Virgin Mary on it(?)was hovering over the top of my head, and i felt like electric shock waves going through my body, not painful ones,but like smooth, and tingly, but quick and jolty-like. Well this isnt the first time i had religious encounters, the first time, Steg and Rex were trying to convert me to satanism, and that if i didnt convert then they were going to rape me, and if i did convert, they each would give me wild passionate satanic sex. They were both,openly satan worshippers, by the way. And there were other strange religious things that happened... 3: Kurt cobain, came to me almost everytime i got high, and everytime, he would show me more and more in detail of how he died, and that he picked me, out of everyone, because i was the best, and the most understanding. Well basically, he told me that if i got high and enough,and thought hard enough, i would eventually work my way up to knowing the truth, did Kurt do it? Well, those are just a few examples, of what happened, all of these things, progressed through, even while sober, and being on 13 and 14 at the time, in case your wondering my dad lived about an hour away,and my mom was living with her boyfriend about 45 minutes away, it was basically me and a bunch of stoner ,yet philosophical, guys living ina house together...what a fucked year...any comments, whatever they may be, would be cool to hear...i think im recovered by now, i dunno, never saw a shrink...
""That all knowledge begins with experience, there can be no doubt...""
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