Raz
Bluelighter
There was a darkness, with only sound.
Then a blood-red change to the air, chunks of shark-bitten flesh taking form around me and the universe showing me what lies down in the void, and spiralling down further into the void.
Then perspective and a step back, and I could see this thing take shape before me and it was a fetus, crying and damaged and molting pieces of itself, rotting before it ever lived.
It was Hell.
This thing made of blood screamed its toothless gummy bellow of existential fury. Rage. An abortion angry at its non-life. Angry at what had been taken from it. No eyes or ears, just nerve clusters wanting to form:
spite and jealousy living there:
coveting what it had been denied.
The dead hate the living.
I went deeper, beneath the pocked baby arms, the distended belly,and I went inside. And inside I saw this:
bright lights:
a whiteness:
a purity:
an infinite number of souls soaring somewhere and never ever wishing harm upon me or anyone else.
Heaven.
A child not born that contains Heaven and Hell, all there alone but together in the dark.
This is what the psilocybin showed me.
Then a blood-red change to the air, chunks of shark-bitten flesh taking form around me and the universe showing me what lies down in the void, and spiralling down further into the void.
Then perspective and a step back, and I could see this thing take shape before me and it was a fetus, crying and damaged and molting pieces of itself, rotting before it ever lived.
It was Hell.
This thing made of blood screamed its toothless gummy bellow of existential fury. Rage. An abortion angry at its non-life. Angry at what had been taken from it. No eyes or ears, just nerve clusters wanting to form:
spite and jealousy living there:
coveting what it had been denied.
The dead hate the living.
I went deeper, beneath the pocked baby arms, the distended belly,and I went inside. And inside I saw this:
bright lights:
a whiteness:
a purity:
an infinite number of souls soaring somewhere and never ever wishing harm upon me or anyone else.
Heaven.
A child not born that contains Heaven and Hell, all there alone but together in the dark.
This is what the psilocybin showed me.
