Absolution
Matrice Périnatale
- Inscrit
- 26/9/08
- Messages
- 14
I took approx. 1/4 of a gram of 5x extract in two hits, as I put down the pipe from the second hit I felt the effects coming on like a Mack truck so I hurriedly set the pipe down and turned off the lights and laid down on my stomach. I began to feel a need to rotate counterclockwise, and I realized that gravity was pulling at me from the left instead of from below. Over the course of probably five minutes, first my legs rotated outwards, then my body folded inwards from the right, like this: <. (with the period being my head) It took probably ten minutes to fold up, and my right foot touched something cold, the remote control to my TV and this brought me out of it for a minute. I fell back on my face and tried to take my clothes off but stopped halfway in. As my face was immersed in darkness I noticed flickering shadows and images out of my left eye, and a shark swam across my field of view from left to right and then retreated into my right eyeball.
Then as if compelled I hurriedly staggered to the living room and lay down on my back, spread eagle. After a minute with my eyes closed I again felt a pull of gravity from the left, but this time it was not as strong and I let it know I would not fold in half again. It responded by turning me into a boneless body-shaped gel. I felt pulses from my head that radiated to the right side of my mid-to-lower back, then twisted outward, pulling my left leg and right shoulder together as one movement, and as I did it the gel that was my body began to resonate, making the whole body tremor and shake. My head and neck began to jerk firmly right and left, and my right hand, which had been laying on it's side with the right pinky on the ground, was pulled by approximately a dozen little men with ropes. I knew their goal was to have it lay palm up, and if I had to estimate it took over ten minutes for them to pull my giant hand into the desired position. I didn't know what they were going to do when it got there and became afraid, my breath coming in gasps. The kind of muscle control required to slowly move my hand from one position to an exact second position would be impossible, especially with my whole body jiggling and quavering like gelatin. As they pulled, I noticed my left hand had become a club with no fingers and was slowly getting hotter and hotter.
After what seemed like an eternity, my hand reached the position they were hoping for, palm perfectly parallel to the ground and, at that exact instant, my body stopped tremoring and my eyes shot open. Waves of energy traveled through my body from above to below, I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself, but I noticed the little men were now trying to push my head into the correct position; it had slumped to the right and they were pushing at it from below at about a 45 degree angle, strong little arms pushing my head into a vertical position. I felt myself getting almost there, almost there, almost there until I realized my head was now resting solidly on my left shoulder. They'd pushed too hard, and now a second team pushed from the other side while the first team pulled on ropes, of which there were three, vertically spaced down my forehead. With their combined efforts, my head was perfectly vertical and I felt my consciousness returning.
Then as if compelled I hurriedly staggered to the living room and lay down on my back, spread eagle. After a minute with my eyes closed I again felt a pull of gravity from the left, but this time it was not as strong and I let it know I would not fold in half again. It responded by turning me into a boneless body-shaped gel. I felt pulses from my head that radiated to the right side of my mid-to-lower back, then twisted outward, pulling my left leg and right shoulder together as one movement, and as I did it the gel that was my body began to resonate, making the whole body tremor and shake. My head and neck began to jerk firmly right and left, and my right hand, which had been laying on it's side with the right pinky on the ground, was pulled by approximately a dozen little men with ropes. I knew their goal was to have it lay palm up, and if I had to estimate it took over ten minutes for them to pull my giant hand into the desired position. I didn't know what they were going to do when it got there and became afraid, my breath coming in gasps. The kind of muscle control required to slowly move my hand from one position to an exact second position would be impossible, especially with my whole body jiggling and quavering like gelatin. As they pulled, I noticed my left hand had become a club with no fingers and was slowly getting hotter and hotter.
After what seemed like an eternity, my hand reached the position they were hoping for, palm perfectly parallel to the ground and, at that exact instant, my body stopped tremoring and my eyes shot open. Waves of energy traveled through my body from above to below, I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself, but I noticed the little men were now trying to push my head into the correct position; it had slumped to the right and they were pushing at it from below at about a 45 degree angle, strong little arms pushing my head into a vertical position. I felt myself getting almost there, almost there, almost there until I realized my head was now resting solidly on my left shoulder. They'd pushed too hard, and now a second team pushed from the other side while the first team pulled on ropes, of which there were three, vertically spaced down my forehead. With their combined efforts, my head was perfectly vertical and I felt my consciousness returning.
