Stoned ramblings of a bored teenager..

Title says it all...

You hear the snap of the lighter and the bubbling sound immediately follows, You feel the bong. Pulling the stem, you taste the smoke as it rushes into your lungs. You exhale, and all you smell is the scent of the burning plant....


....well, at least that's what your brain tells you.

Because in reality (whatever that is...) your perception of ´´sound´´ is only your brain analyzing the sound waves constantly floating around you. Think for a minute, everything you hear is only an interpretation of what actually exists. You are not hearing the sound itself, only the filtered version your brain delivers you. We know that there are sounds we don't hear, sounds so high pitched that we are not able to observe them, but what if there were more?

more sounds without waves in the fact that without filter.....but wait....if so were the case....I wonder?...everything would lead back to captain, captain crunch... fuck, I'm hungry.

Your thoughts become jumbled, and 3 seconds later, you cant for the life of you remember what the hell you were even pondering. Figuring you´re just baked out of your mind, you forget it, eat some captain crunch, and fall asleep.

The next morning, you are in a car crash and die instantly.

As you travel outside the prison that you had always thought of as your mind, you finally recognize what a prison it really was. There are sounds, more than you had ever envisioned, and so much.. bigger! not louder, just, more resounding, more full. You hear people talking, but not in voices, you hear the sun shining, the clouds moving, the blood on your steering wheel drying. You hear the thoughts of insects, the rhythmic grinding of the earth rotating, you hear the difference between the blue flames and the red flames coming out of your car, you hear the difference between the silver color of your car, and the red color of the van that hit you, and throughout all of this, still there are the echos of squealing breaks and the deafening crash of two vehicles colliding. While this should be driving you insane, it is somehow not overwhelming in the least, if it could be described in language, it would be most true to describe it as a relief. As if you had been breathing through a straw your entire life, and only now thought to remove the straw and take a deep breath of the air that had always been there. Your dizziness that you had always believed to be normal disappears, and it is as if a weight had been lifted off your back.

That's when you stop focusing on the sounds for a moment to glance down (from the spot you didn't even realize you were floating in) at your lifeless body being dragged from the car.

If you had been breathing, you would have stopped. If you had the ability to stumble backwards, you would. What you feel can not even begin to be described in words. Bewildered, you realize that sound wasn´t the only thing you had been filtering. Colors you´d never seen, nor even imagined, everywhere. And touch... you feel every different sensation, from ones you've always known to different and indescribable ones. You smell death, panic, confusion, heat, regret, fear, and pain. Though you have no tongue, you taste everything from the grass growing to the cars slamming on their brakes behind the wreck. You see your body and would never had recognised it except for the fact that you were somehow still connected to it, in a very small way, as if it were refusing to completely free you just yet, but was no longer able to have any of the control it once did over your perceptions of existence. What you do see is a writhing blob of colors, in fact, that´s all you see really. A chaotic blob, but at the same time it somehow makes total sense. Your senses had been lying to you completely, about the shape of your body, the texture of your skin, the colors, and everything else. You didn´t have ´´hands´´, or a face, or feet, or even a torso. It was an illusion, it had always been an illusion. Only now you see the world as it truly is.

Once again, even though you are absorbing an infinite amount of things at once, nothing is too much, you love every second of it. That's when you realize there are other blobs of light and color rushing at yours. At first you don't understand, but then it becomes quite clear. They are helping your body pull you back in! If you were capable of an emotion, it would be panic. As you are sucked closer and closer to your former self, you feel you prison, rebuilding itself around you. You hear less, the colors slowly disappear, you body starts to take its ´´human´´ form again, everything else you´ve been experiencing slowly fades away. You make one final attempt to escape, see a blinding flash, and are sucked in to painful blackness....





.....you open your eyes.

Fuzzy shapes surround you, the relieved sigh of the driver that hit you fills your head as it becomes clear you are waking up, You realize the fuzzy shapes are paramedics, fuck.. your head hurts... you try to remember, and all you can think of is the sound of the crash, and then a bright light. You wonder if you were in heaven, or hell, or on your way to be reincarnated. You decide you´ll never know, and stop thinking about what you saw surprisingly quickly. You don´t feel like thinking about it, it doesn´t matter... its almost as if your brain is helping to block these thoughts from your mind..
A few weeks later, you leave the hospital.

Things have returned to normal. You go buy a dimebag.:devil:

 

Good pipe dream.

 

pretty much how I feel about most afterlife theories..

 

This is very interesting to me.
In the absolute pinnacle of my psychedelic experience (A DMT trip), there were a few notable things that I hold on to...one of them being 'impossible colors'

Marijuana is almost overlooked as a psychedelic, but really it's quite a powerful one.

Take care.

=)