To this day i do not know what the hell it was or why my radio station and clock were changed.
I have a bookshelf full of books of people describing the exact same experience.
I've spoken with a few too. Nice one Radcat.
Here's mine......
The light of earths setting sun beams through
the kitchen window, reflecting off the scissors,
the sacrament is prepared, its the glare in my eye
that reminds me of the beauty, uncertainty but absolute surety
of the impact my journey will have.
Dried, finely chopped, consumed with water,
I'm up against a fast metabolism, and through experience
and understanding of my physiology, this technique
enables the effects at 15mins after ingestion, at this point
I meander through the usual ritual of rolling and smoking a bomber.
Sitting on the deck, Meditative, Positive affirmations seek to organize my thoughts,
speaking over my entire body, over every cell, expressing many a desire
without adhering to an expectation, so begins the vibration, it's time to move into position.
Sitting cross legged in my garden, the failing light emphasizes
the enormity of the Pine trees and Liquid Amber that shield
my corner of the world, flowering Sage, the scent of the Rosemary bush next to me,
my senses heightening at a rate which is 'normal', but as always, surprising.
The throws of Deja Vu experiencing itself, a forgetful remembrance, my vision explodes
into a 'changaesque' display of intricate fractals.
Eyelids are pointless at this stage. Wave after wave the vibration rolls over me,
tuning through all frequencies, I begin the next stage,
I begin the loss of self recognition, I begin my 'death'
I only hope my lesson is fruitful, I already know its taken control,
a tightening grip, a hold that is relentless.
Move now!
You won't be able to walk soon, I can barely get to my feet,
No time to thank nature for its display, not now,
not when there are more pressing matters.
Reach for the screen door handle, somehow instead
of putting one foot in front of the other,
My brain commands both my legs to take the step but both fail to do so,
pulling the screen door forcefully into my forehead, I barely notice as I charge towards my bed,
re-position, meditative state....nope, too late, not this time, lie back and begin stage three..
The visions are imposing, I'm being presented with impossible situations,
bio-mechanic paradoxical creations, so intricate, it takes me an eternity
to register that I am only aware of a portion, a fraction, a snippett
of the complexity of this morphing canvass.
"Hit him again!" "And Again!" "And again!"
Flash after flash, bombardment is a level I can attempt to process,
but what one does in the face of lunacy escapes me...In a flicker I remember..
I can't do anything but breathe.
Snap! Abruptly conscious,
Woah, shit, oh no....burp... Coughing I believe I'm in trouble.
I crawl to the edge of my bed, leaning over the edge..."Vomit you bastard!"....
you've been poisoned...poisoned? Where the fuck am I, what the hell is this?
Falling to the floor, I crawl across the carpet out onto
the polished wooden floor and into the toilet, hug the bowl,
I'm not sick but I'm sure this is the cliche' technique one uses in their last throws
of life. Somethings wrong...I'm losing it...
Sitting on the toilet, it dawns on me...I'm not me at all.
Even though I'm on the toilet, I'm beginning to believe that I am running around the streets, crazed.
Am I harming individuals I come across? Am I a murderer!?
Oh my, please tell me I'm 'ok', why am I committing these violent acts? I'm sitting right here on this toilet.
The barking dogs, raised human voices around the suburb have me convinced
that I really am causing havoc, at this rate I will be shot anytime soon, Police will have no choice,
frankly I'll beg them to do it! I wish they would hurry up! Oh dear....
Still sitting, locked into panic,
I look out into the hall at a large photo frame which displays photos of my family,
as the photo's dissolve and fall away, as do my memories,
I am now certain that everything and everyone
I know is just a construct in the mind of a mad man, None of them exist,
I'm actually in a padded cell, have been for years, perhaps I'm 'locked in', a coma
which I fell into in my younger years, I pushed myself way too hard back then,
Oh shit! Life must be hell for my Girlfriend, my parents and family,
staring in at me through the small perspex screen in the psyche ward door,
as I pull my hair out and claw at my face, locked into a hellish introspective nightmare!
Ooh Woah...seems the tide may be turning, something is happening.....no...wait.....breathe!
I gasp loudly, exhilarated, light floods my body bursting through my skull and out into the aether,
I've broken through! We have all broken through! Ha Ha Ha,I laugh.. "Well done everybody"! I shout
"We've made it, ah hah!", "Oh, Well done indeed!", every living creature has played its part,
all the many trillions of processes experienced have led up to this moment, this is what we
have been working towards, this is who we are...Welcome to the New Paradigm!
Once again I know who I am...I am you...I am the universe, I am one with my creator,
I am my creator...once again I remember We are all one!
Seems quite a mystery that eating some
home made beef jerky would deliver such an experience.
