SoN_of_SaMurAi
Bluelighter
Crystal Meth, experienced MDMA, experienced, Nitrous, experienced - Forwards is Back
This is my trip report of an incedent nearly 2 weeks ago, the report was written about 2 days afterward, but I've finally decided to post it now that I am quite sober and in a frame of mind to best judge whether it does the experience any justice....I think it does......somewhat,
My fucking GOD!!! What a rush....after a 36 hour dedication to crystal meth without food, the MDMA peak had come on strong enough to cause me to take refuge in that comfort zone we call the foetal position. It was then that I was reduced to giggling like a schoolgirl as the knowledge of heaven was bestowed upon me, that being...ignorance is bliss. Now, like the biblical figure Job had all one might want, so did I. And again like that unwilling coin tossed in our Gods gamble (May he forgive me should I err) with that lowly beast Satan, I was too about to be torn from my newly made membrane of sweet innocence.
The group conscious had decided that now would be the perfect opportunity for a double dose of concentrated fun, the nangerator pulled out all the stops and began pumping out balloon after balloon of what I now believe to be, the air that time forgot. Oh joy! Oh beauty! Oh, Where's MINE!!!! Muuahhahhaa.....Was that me laughing? No it couldn’t be, I was holding my breath, must be something else, else, else, els..........e....e...
As blankness descended over my eyes I waited for the catalyst, the one thing which would stir this being and arouse him back to all things material.
The call came; it was in the form a rough prod from a fellow seeker of fine comforts. This ended the chain of events which had been and was yet still to come. Yes, I knew the sequence of events and physical manifests and contortions which I was about to act out even before they were even shaped by my own will. I knew these things because they had been done before, the only difference was that this time was to perform them forwards instead of backwards.
That is how I knew what I was about to do….that is why I did what I did without conscious effort. I sprang into life at the touch of my friends hand, my legs flying out wildly in an effort to lurch back from where I had thought that I had fallen from. One of them took out a half full beer bottle leaving a soaked patch of carpet as if to remind people that doing things in reverse can only result in disaster. I rolled off the couch and flailed wildly somehow managing to stand up only to see the knowing and mocking stare of yet another friend, he pointed and yelled at me “Ha HA!!! Piggy’s got the conch!!” It was only natural that he should say this of course, for in this short return journey back through time this was the halfway point, and these things must be cherished by all those who ride on such dangerous waves.
I stumbled back a little further, the realization dawning on me slowly that I was allowed to work my body in a way which would be more conducive to a life less prone to injury than that of wild acts of reverse stupidity. I looked down in horror at my feet to see if I was really standing there and under my left foot was the long mass of a curled and blood soaked tongue of a serpent…no wait…ahhhh….it was just the red cord of my new oriental smoking jacket!! Well, it seems that God truly is kind, for he allowed me the favor of joining back into the way in which time perceives itself as a forward force, unrestrained and prone to disaster. I was snapped back into place faster than I had left and as I fell into the current of my minds horror I found the most apt word to describe what I now felt “Whoaaaaa!!!!” This of course was followed by the most logical question I could think of, “What the FUCK just happened????!!!”
I may decide to write part 2 later, this will be of another decidedly strange incident about 1/2 and hour and 2 balloons after this happenened.
Cheers
Up Ya Bum.
This is my trip report of an incedent nearly 2 weeks ago, the report was written about 2 days afterward, but I've finally decided to post it now that I am quite sober and in a frame of mind to best judge whether it does the experience any justice....I think it does......somewhat,
My fucking GOD!!! What a rush....after a 36 hour dedication to crystal meth without food, the MDMA peak had come on strong enough to cause me to take refuge in that comfort zone we call the foetal position. It was then that I was reduced to giggling like a schoolgirl as the knowledge of heaven was bestowed upon me, that being...ignorance is bliss. Now, like the biblical figure Job had all one might want, so did I. And again like that unwilling coin tossed in our Gods gamble (May he forgive me should I err) with that lowly beast Satan, I was too about to be torn from my newly made membrane of sweet innocence.
The group conscious had decided that now would be the perfect opportunity for a double dose of concentrated fun, the nangerator pulled out all the stops and began pumping out balloon after balloon of what I now believe to be, the air that time forgot. Oh joy! Oh beauty! Oh, Where's MINE!!!! Muuahhahhaa.....Was that me laughing? No it couldn’t be, I was holding my breath, must be something else, else, else, els..........e....e...
As blankness descended over my eyes I waited for the catalyst, the one thing which would stir this being and arouse him back to all things material.
The call came; it was in the form a rough prod from a fellow seeker of fine comforts. This ended the chain of events which had been and was yet still to come. Yes, I knew the sequence of events and physical manifests and contortions which I was about to act out even before they were even shaped by my own will. I knew these things because they had been done before, the only difference was that this time was to perform them forwards instead of backwards.
That is how I knew what I was about to do….that is why I did what I did without conscious effort. I sprang into life at the touch of my friends hand, my legs flying out wildly in an effort to lurch back from where I had thought that I had fallen from. One of them took out a half full beer bottle leaving a soaked patch of carpet as if to remind people that doing things in reverse can only result in disaster. I rolled off the couch and flailed wildly somehow managing to stand up only to see the knowing and mocking stare of yet another friend, he pointed and yelled at me “Ha HA!!! Piggy’s got the conch!!” It was only natural that he should say this of course, for in this short return journey back through time this was the halfway point, and these things must be cherished by all those who ride on such dangerous waves.
I stumbled back a little further, the realization dawning on me slowly that I was allowed to work my body in a way which would be more conducive to a life less prone to injury than that of wild acts of reverse stupidity. I looked down in horror at my feet to see if I was really standing there and under my left foot was the long mass of a curled and blood soaked tongue of a serpent…no wait…ahhhh….it was just the red cord of my new oriental smoking jacket!! Well, it seems that God truly is kind, for he allowed me the favor of joining back into the way in which time perceives itself as a forward force, unrestrained and prone to disaster. I was snapped back into place faster than I had left and as I fell into the current of my minds horror I found the most apt word to describe what I now felt “Whoaaaaa!!!!” This of course was followed by the most logical question I could think of, “What the FUCK just happened????!!!”
I may decide to write part 2 later, this will be of another decidedly strange incident about 1/2 and hour and 2 balloons after this happenened.
Cheers
Up Ya Bum.
