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  • Posted: July 29, 2012
  • Updated: August 21, 2012
  • Category: Philosophy
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Finding A Golden State Of Mind

It seems today, everyone has a desired age and place they'd love to be, California in the 70's, Harlem in the 40's, Paris in the 20's or 1890's, the time of the Romans, Greeks, Italy in the 1400's, even Egypt in 3000 B.C; but the problem is, there is no golden age, right now, there's good music, and bad music. Just as there was in 1960. We have diseases cured and diseases we can't cure, there will be pros and cons for every decade. People will surround themselves with art, music, and movies from their desired time scape, but, those days are over, there is no reason for you or anyone else not to love this time, we look at the past through a filter, we forget everything bad, so it seems like it was all wonderful. In 20 years are you going to remember The Jonas Brothers or are you going to remember Gorillaz? People in the future will see this decade as a time when movies and technology grew incredibly fast, when art branched out into places Monet could have never dreamed of, when electronic music was defined, and when independent music blossomed onto the scene.

We should all go out and experience as much as our lives as we possibly can, stay young at heart, drink wine, use candles, have long conversations, get lost in huge cites at night, have fun. Get enough story's collected in your experience so that when you are old, you can reflect on your life and be happy.
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    ☤TheWeedMan☤ technology they say has increased in the last 10 or 20 years faster than all of the other years of human kind combined, and will continue to increase faster and faster. look at how fast they roll out faster and faster phones that get slimmer in design, (t...  moretechnology they say has increased in the last 10 or 20 years faster than all of the other years of human kind combined, and will continue to increase faster and faster. look at how fast they roll out faster and faster phones that get slimmer in design, (they say our phone's hold more computing power than all of nasa when they put man on the moon in the 60's), or how fast they put out new computers that are faster and use less energy than ever before. this is crazy to think about because of how fast the technology of things will continue to change and will increase over the year's, and how different our world will be in the next 20,30,40 year's. i think we are the witness's to the beginning of the first significant advancement of the human race, and how it will either prosper or fall, through the test of time.  less
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  • ☤TheWeedMan☤
    ☤TheWeedMan☤ and the reason i say i think we are the witness's to the beginning of the first significant advancement of the human race, is because i think that eventually if our race survives long enough, our planet will not be able to sustain us and we will need to ...  moreand the reason i say i think we are the witness's to the beginning of the first significant advancement of the human race, is because i think that eventually if our race survives long enough, our planet will not be able to sustain us and we will need to venture out into space and start to populate the universe and find resources. And the thing's we have now only make to thought of that possible, and over time it will be possible because of the things were doing now.  
    July 29, 2012
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    A mr chong. i respected you before but major kuddos with this one. i felt you reaching through my body and telling me personally. it was so strange. i want to see my life in this mann.er toke on mr chong. thanks again for the awesomet post.
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    EatzTheStemz I whole-heartedly agree with scuba on this one. u have out done yourself sir! A great way to look at culture and history in the present sense. Bravo!
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    " A Journey Into The Dark Depths Of Sleep Paralysis

    Chances are, at least one time in your life, you've woken up and found yourself unable to move, with a dark presence seeming to be in your room. This is sleep paralysis, when you sleep, your brain basically turns off your muscles so that you don't act out your dreams, but, sometimes you wake up and your brain keeps your muscles, being scared that you can't move, but, since you're still sending your limbs signals to move, your nerves go crazy trying to send signals to your brain, which gets stressed out starts creating chemicals and endorphins that cause hallucinations.

    It is described by many as the most terrifying thing that could ever happen to you, imagine seeing a girl who looks like Ju-On hovering above your open eyes, and you can't move, or a man with a knife and a clown mask breaking into your room. If sleep paralysis ever happens to you, don't struggle to get up, this will make it worse, instead wiggle your toes and fingers, and your body will wake up.

    Before about two days ago, I had experienced this before once in my life, once when I was 35 in the middle of a pain killer binge, pain killers can make this happen to you more often, as can sleep deprivation, and narcolepsy. I remember it clear as day, I had taken about two, and went to bed, at about three in the morning, I opened my eyes, but I couldn't move, a dim red light was emanating from my closet, I noticed my window was open, I was struggling to move, desperately trying to fight my body, then from under my bed, an incredibly skinny man with a face black as night except for his smile, which was a pierced yellow, put his face right next to mine, and started breathing, hot, horrid breath that crept up my nostrils, enveloping my brain. Then his eyes shot open, they were a void of red and purple, he started breathing harder and harder, or was it me, I felt my pulse spiking. I let out a scream that sounded like someone being crushed and I shot up and ran to my light switch. The room was empty, nobody was under my bed, my window was closed, my closet was closed. I stood up the rest of the night, half hearing laughs in the distance.

    I have never taken a pain killer since then, no matter how serious the injury. But, lately, I've been wondering, what if, there is a reason more than brain chemistry for sleep paralysis. What if its a path leading to new parts of the brain?

    When you are about to go to sleep, your body does a check through so it knows what to repair when you sleep, these come as itches, then your body finds a prime sleeping position that uses gravity to shift blood to the parts of your body that have been damaged over the day. Twisted your left ankle? Chances are, you'll find sleeping on your left a little more comfortable than sleeping on your right. Sit in an office chair all day? You'll probably like sleeping on your back. Are you a waiter whose on his or her feet all day? You'd most likely like sleeping on your stomach.

    There is a way to induce sleep paralysis. What you need to do is lie on your back, put your arms comfortably to your side, ignore all signals your body gives you to scratch or move, it will now be impossible for you to fall asleep, you're brain won't do it, but, it will send the signals to your muscles to shut down.

    I wanted to find a way to delve deep into my brain, DMT works, but that can obscure the message and spread it out so much that it becomes hard to read. So I decided to self paralyze myself and not fight, ignore the horrible hallucinations, fight past them to see what lies on the other side.

    My first try was unsuccessful, I made it to the paralysis, but the hallucination I saw was incredibly horrible. My kids are all grown up, but I saw my wife get out of bed, I felt the shift of the springs, I saw her walk into the bath room, turn on the light, grab my son, as a baby, out of the sink, slit his fucking throat, then slit her own, I saw the blood come out, they were on the floor, bleeding, I fought the hardest I ever had in my life to rush out of bed, I screamed and tumbled face first onto the floor, in a daze, I saw the bathroom light was off, fumbling to turn it on, I saw an empty floor, and I remembered my wife was still down stairs watching TV. I cuddled with her for the res of the night, that was on the 8th of July, on the 10th, I decided to try again, this time I convinced myself nothing would trick me into getting up. Nothing.

    I did the steps, and, found I couldn't move, the hallucinations I saw started out simple enough, a hornet landing on my face, I didn't move, a large spider, the size of a dog on my chest, still nothing, cracks forming in my ceiling like it was going to fall, still no, my curtains catching on fire, no, then, my brain kicked it into over drive. I saw police men rushing into my room, family members killing them self's in some completely horrible ways, the worst one would have to be seeing my TV grow larger, and an video of my daughter being raped showing up, I almost lost it then. But, my wife sleeping next to me, put her hand onto mine, her face was twisted like a snake, but I knew it was her, I knew everything would be fine. I knew I could make it.

    All of the horribleness started melding together, explosions, fire, policemen, horrible creatures, bugs, snakes, vines wrapping around my body, I became able to ignore them, then, everything slowed down and froze, suddenly, I felt light, lighter then I felt when I sky dived, when I jumped on my bed as a kid, when I was running at a track meet. I could move my hands, they were blue, and see through, a rope came dangling down from the ceiling, I grabbed onto it, and started pulling, before I went through the ceiling, I took a last room around my room, everything was normal, except for one thing, I was still in the bed peacefully next to my wife, this was an out of body experience.

    I climbed into the ceiling, and found myself in a dojo. In the corner were three me's, only one had blue skin and dark blue hair, one had red skin and dark red hair, and one green skin and dark green hair. On the dojo walls were projections of memories, that looked like they had been shot with a Super 8. I have had lucid dreams before, but I couldn't change anything, I was aware of where I was and how I got there, so that rules out dreams, it must have been something else, I looked around the dojo, with nothing else to do, I climbed into one of the bodys, I chose the green one, suddenly, I was hit with memories, of me being a wife and a father, of me surviving, I felt good, I felt proud. Then I was out of the body, the green body was gone now, and, in the middle of the dojo, was a pale green body. I climbed into the blue body, and I was washed over with the feelings of both extreme happiness, and extreme sadness, my parents dieing, graduating school, being arrested, marrying my wife, then, I was out of it, the blue body was gone, and the body in the middle of the room had had blue added to it. The only body left was the red one. I climbed into it. Anger, pure, unbridled anger, for everything wrong that had ever happened in my life, it washed over me, I saw bullys from 7th grade, girlfriends who had cheated on me, friends who had betrayed me, I had anger for the people who looked down on me, for the police for arresting me, for the world for existing, then, I was gone, back in the dojo. The body in the middle now had my skin color, I climbing into it, and began floating down through the floor, in my last glimpse of the dojo, I saw another body, which had replaced the other three, it was bright yellow, letting off a huge light, with my guardian walking towards it.

    I floated back into my body next to my wife, and fell asleep. The next morning, we went out for breakfast.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on July 29, 2012
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    A Short Story I Made Up As I Went Along

    Across the court yard I dashed, evading my persuaders by jumping into a sewer gate, they dared not to chase after me, as they knew that the creature lived in the sewer, they were afraid but I was not! I dared tread where they didn't, I calmed my sprint to a gentle jog. I found an old head lamp from the resurrection era, I placed it on, it seemed almost more unnerving now then it had before, as if all my existence depended on my light, I didn't like it.
    I gripped the package tightly, holding on to it, it would change everything, and I couldn't wait to release it to the public. But a new feeling gripped me, fear. I felt small in this claustrophobic sewer, whos water had dried, only housing the creature, I was sure that the creature knew I was in its domain, but it did not know where. I felt as if I should have been sprinting, but I kept my pace low, if I did meet the creature I may have been able to out run it, for a while.
    There were no more exits, I had come around to the place where I had picked up the helmet, there was no manhole above, no ladder, no escape. I grew paranoid, "Does it know I am here? Is it playing with me?". Questions such as these were trivial I still had the package, I still had a purpose.
    I had been in the sewers for about twelve hours, I knew I needed to sleep, I found a small alcove, I huddled, if I was still alive in the morning, I might be able to escape, if I died during the night, it would be quick. I bit the tip of my thumb, a small wound appeared, on the wall I scrawled "To whoever finds this package, know that it contains the secret, it is vital that it is released to the public." I fell asleep.
    The next morning, I noticed a rip in the package, I tore it open. Sand. Only sand, the creature had been here, I now knew my fate, it was just a matter of time. I turned the corner, a room full of electric steam, eroding the essence of my soul. But I had found something people had only dreamed of discovering, the control room. I pulled the single lever, the water began to flow again, but I was still trapped. With this video camera, I tell you, discoverer, my story, that clanking you hear is the creature, my fate is sealed, and so is yours, the creature cannot be stopped by a single human, but the water flows, we have won.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on March 10, 2012
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    50 Hits Of Acid: The Whole Trippy Affair

    I ran a six part story about my experience with 50 hits of acid on my highdeas account, now you good people on HE get to experience the whole thing.

    Part I:
    So I was on my way home from this new record store that I wanted to check out, when I saw some cop beating a hippie in an alley. So I go up to him and bribe him 30 bucks so he would leave the poor dude alone. I help the dude up and he is obliviously high out of his mind. He goes to me “Hey man, want to trip tonight? Open your mouth and close your eyes”, so me being a dumbass, did just that. He took out an eye dropper and squirted the whole entire thing into my mouth, it must have held at least 50 or even 60 hits. I think to myself “Oh my fucking god, I need to get home, across the city”.

    You know how acid kicks in after about an hour? This kicked in around 20 minuets. I was on the bus when it started to hit. Everything was swirling around me and I felt like the bus was underwater. So I miss my stop, by the time I’m off I have what would normally be a ten minuet walk home. But after the 45 minuet underwater bus ride. I’m on a different planet. The cracks in the side walk are beginning to act like snakes, street lights are bending and changing colors. Cars look like cartoons with faces and giant wheels, my thumbs are exploding in different colors. I feel like I’m peaking on normal acid two hours into the trip, and I’m just getting started. Houses started walking down the street. I saw parade going down the street of fantastical creatures and otherworldly beings. There’s a long stair case that I need to go down to get to my house, its very steep and winding, it looked like an entrance to the netherworld. I could see my house from the street, it was glowing with fluffy clouds above it. I went down the stair case slowly, but I began to pick up speed for no reason, so I’m running down this stair case at what seems like light speed, the stairs turn into beams of rainbow and I’m running down surrounded by impossible shapes made of love. I reach the bottom of the stair case. There’s a bridge I need to cross that goes over a river, it had been raining that week so it was waay higher than usual, like me. As I cross it I look down, the river is changing into deep shades of purple and green. I see my first car come out, its headlights on, it drives up the bank and starts beeping at me, it wanted revenge for me crashing it when I was 19. It wanted blood. It was chasing me down my street, my house was about a block away. I needed to get there. The trees were growing faces and yelling at me, everything was yelling at me, the sidewalk was crumbling and falling in front of me, I had to hop from crack to crack like an adventure movie. My car was honking and the world was yelling at me. I run up my steps into my house and close the door behind me, silence.

    Part II:
    I closed the door of my house behind me, the noise stopped. My house was dark, none of the lights were on but it seemed like a different type of dark. It felt like my soul was being sucked away by the dark. I fumbled for the light switch, it was bouncing around the wall, when I flicked it I realized it wasn’t working becuase I turned off the fuse box in the basement earlier becuase I didn’t want to bother turning off all the lights in my house.

    I heard a noise, a moan, I thought to myself “Oh shit, my house is haunted”, as I walked into my living room, everything started breaking and morphing, like the house was alive, the walls were breathing so hard they were breaking and creaking. I went into my bathroom in the dark, I looked in the mirror, big mistake, I saw ghostly apparitions behind me, they were woman, with long flowing black hair, their mouths were awkwardly open, like their jaws were broken, their eyes were white, and they were screaming. I grabbed a toilet paper roll, ready to throw it at them, but they were gone. For some reason I opened the shower curtain, I saw a naked man with the head of a cockroach, I ran out of my bathroom, still clenching the toilet paper.

    I needed to get into the basement before I peaked. I took out my lighter, and set the roll of toilette paper on fire, using it as a torch. This was not my basement, it was a graveyard, I was in another world, I saw the full moon, the mist, I began walking to a floating fuse box, when a baby dolls hand shot out from under a grave, then other dolls began coming out of the graves. Their heads were spinning as called out at me. More came out from the ground below my feet dragging me down into the dirt, then black, my toilette paper roll was extinguished, then I felt the carpet floor, as I stood up my head hit the fuse box, I awkwardly stumbled for the switch when, power was restored, it burned my eyes so bad but I loved it. I went back up stairs, which looked like piano keys.

    In my kitchen was the sun, right over my island, along with a fox that was running around. I felt better about my trip, I went to my radio and started up the yellow submarine CD that was in it. I went to my fridge, I wanted to eat ice, for what ever reason. As I opened my freezer I saw many different foods scramble back into their boxes, like I had interrupted a party that they weren’t supposed to be having. I looked at the ice, grabbed a piece, and chomped on it. Then, it started snowing in my kitchen. It was cold so I spit the ice onto the floor, and I walked into my living room, my couch was polka-dotted (its plain leather in real life) rapidly changing colors, my carpet was growing like grass and being mowed by a cat with a purple head who had to keep walking around becuase of the constant growth of the grass. I turned on the tv but I didn’t pay attention to it. I stared at a wall, there must have been 30 different types of clocks on it, but they didn’t have any numbers on any of them.

    There was a gold cuckoo clock that was insanely detailed and amazing, I loved it, it started to ring, and a bird popped out, what happened next is hard to explain, but I’ll do my best. You know how a train looks small then becomes big as it comes toward you? We’ll this is what the cuckoo bird that came out of the clock did to me, it popped out and was coming to me, then it was bigger than me, I flew in through its eye, I was in a cuckoo control room, there was one white door, it looked like it was off a boat, it even had the wheel that opened it. I opened it and saw a black space, I stepped in and started floating, I saw a television floating with its plug whipping around, there was an old coffee commercial that used to be on in the late fifty’s, there’s this lady who puts a cup on a table then makes out with her husband behind it. I bump into the television and the coffee spills out, a huge coffee waterfall, the coffee changes from black and white into brown. I’m in a coffee waterfall, and I land in a coffee swamp. By now I’m just about to peak, I can feel it, but I feel my guardians presence.

    I had never seen my guardians face, he always had the thing a grim reaper wears on. But this time felt different, more pure.

    I’m standing in a coffee swamp, the coffee comes to my chest, the decrepit trees around me start rumbling and my guardian slowly rises out of the water in his pure form. Its a black face, it seems old, but like an old artifact, his face is much bigger than me, and oval shaped, he has no hair or body, his mouth is neutral and his eyes are closed. As he begins to talk his mouth doesn’t move. “You are about to be in a world you are not meant to journey into, you don’t belong there, you will be a foreigner in lands that are not physically possible, you are venturing outside of your native dimension. You will be in many dimensions, this I cannot stop, but I can bring you back home.” It that his eyes opened wide, but I saw no pupils, I saw space, rapidly changing colors, stars blinking and exploding out of existence in mere seconds, I flew in, supernovas blew up all the stars. It was black, I heard my guardian say “Don’t make the big mistake”. Then a far way away, I saw a portal, inside was a black and white world, it grew bigger and bigger. I had reached the peak.

    Part III:
    I saw the dimension approaching quickly, no, it was sucking me in, I landed in a typical town from the 50′s, everything was black and white, a town was in the middle of the desert. Nothing was bending or moving or appearing any more beautiful than it should be, apart from everything being black and white. I was going to ask somebody where I was exactly. I opened the steel door which was tinged with gold around the edges. There was food and even coats here, but no people, it appeared as if everyone has up and left. As I stepped outside I noticed a large cloud of billowing smoke a street over, I cut through an alley, I noticed a huge pile of burning bodies, at least I thought, on closer inspection I found it to be clothes. A huge pile of burning clothes in the middle of nowhere.

    I was intrigued as to what made the citizens of this town leave the diner and burn their clothes. I peaked into one of the houses, I saw a light coming from upstairs, I carefully opened the walnut brown door, and started climbing the stairs. I saw a television on. It was in color, I was on the T.V, lying back on the couch, I was having an out of body experience on a T.V. I wanted out, I took a baseball bat from behind the couch and destroyed the T.V. As I walked back down the stairs I knew I needed to find a way out, I needed to find my guardian. I walked out of the house, the street just ended and a desert was all that could be seen.

    I walked out of the town, I saw a large sand dune and climbed over it. I saw a burial site, many graves, about two hundred. And one man, an old man, sitting in a chair. I asked him “What the fuck happened here?”. He looked at me and said “Their all dead, and you killed them”. I staggered back, memories of me killing the townsfolk started to flood my head, were they real? They were more vivid than any memories I had ever had before, I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. They began to fade, when I opened my eyes, the man, the chair, the grave site, and the town behind me were gone. My guardian was on a sand dune in front of me.

    We walked through the desert “Why am I here?” I asked. “You have been caught up in the Dimensional Transition, its the journey you should take when you die, you have had such an imbalance of chemicals in your brain that it has decided to throw you into it early, so you don’t kill yourself.” “You can’t die from acid, I say” “If you were to fall down a stair case or cut yourself with a knife, you would, you’re unstable, you might have died in the basement if I hadn’t made you drop your flaming toilette paper roll” He says with a flick of his gloved wrist. “Well whats the Dimensional Transition”, I ask. “When you die, you experience a massive DMT trip, within that trip, you’ll make the Dimensional Transition, its different for everyone, some experience it once at death, some many times with various drugs, and some never becuase their death destroyed their brain” “Yeah, but what exactly is it?” “A self discovering journey, most have never made it past the 3rd Dimensional Transition, but you, you’ll make it to the 4th, the only way to get to the 5th Dimensional Transition is to die, its the ultimate, every bit of knowledge will be yours, you will know everything that ever happened and everything that could ever happen, then you die” “There’s nothing after the 5th Dimensional Transition?” I ask. “Nothing” “So am I in the 1st Dimensional Transition right now?” “Yes” he answers. “What is the difference between the different Dimensional Transitions, exactly?” I asked him. “The 1st Dimensional Transition is childhood, you remember the time you burned your clothes in the Nevada desert when you were 4?” The memory shot back into my head, I was four, camping with my parents, one night I was afraid that there was a spider in my clothes so I threw them into the fire. “But why the strange town, and the burial site, and the old man?” I asked. “That’s for you to figure out, now the 2nd Dimensional Transition is life, or life after childhood, then comes the 3rd Dimensional Transition, which is death, an awful, awful place. Finally, the 4th Dimensional Transition is mind, the purest form of enlightenment a human can experience without dieing” he said “Well, have fun on your travels” “One more thing” I asked “whats the 5th Dimensional Transition called?” He turned to me slowly and said a final parting word “Soul”. With that he walked off.

    I was walking through the black and white desert, but with a single blink the black and the white became negatives of each-other, the sun was black in the sky, the sky behind white as the moon. I heard the melody from “Black Hole Sun” drift through the desert air.

    I saw a door and its frame, standing in the desert, connected to nothing, I walked all the way around it, it didn’t seem to lead anywhere, I opened the door, and saw the black “In-between-dimensions-space”. I stepped in, and floated away.

    Part IV:
    The space between dimensions was different, it felt like there were tinges of color, like if you were to take only one hit of mescaline, you’d feel if you were in a dark hallway, with a door with light behind it, behind that door are open eye’s, but you just can’t reach it.

    I felt something start pulling me from behind, I tried and tried to turn around but I couldn’t, it was sucking me down, my body became sedated, my feet became wet, I was being sucked down a wet black hole, I closed my eyes, and I was in a tree, about 5 feet off the ground. I eased myself down, I was in a forest, large pine trees loomed ahead, there were no stars or moon in the sky. I stepped out of the brush, a dirt road tore through the forest, both ways seemed to go on forever, on the right I saw a light post.

    After about five minuets of walking, I reached the lamp post. It was tall and black, the lamp was attached by hook, swinging in the absence of wind. I looked behind it, I walked all the way around it, when I came back around, I noticed a bike, halfway buried in the road, I wanted to dig it out, so I could traverse this forest road with a greater ease. I started digging it out then the ground started to crumble, I fell through and landed on the other side of the ground. The ground was only an inch thick, each side had gravity. I was on the reverse side, I looked down (up?) the hole I had just made, I saw the street lamp, rocking back and forth quickly. I looked around, I was surrounded by the roots of trees, sprouting up like bushes, I noticed the bike’s lamp turn on, it started moving.

    I chased after it, it was weaving through the roots, until it was caught between two. I grabbed it and started to ride it, I saw the light of my hole, I began riding tword it, but it was closing, I flew through, and landed on top of the repaired hole. I sat my bike up, it was dark, the street lamp had been warped and bent by something.

    I began riding, the head lamp of the bike was helpful, but the surrounding woods still scared me. The trail stopped, it was now a cliff, I looked down it, it seemed to go on forever, I looked left and right, they also seemed to go on forever. Then I turned around, my bike looked like a T-Rex had stepped on it, the trees all around were destroyed, I saw the tops of trees all around falling, a group of some large something’s was coming for me. I jumped off the cliff.

    I was falling, after a few seconds I saw a glowing orange and red tinge, then I saw them, the huge glowing rivers of lava and the black brimstone surrounding them. I hit the ground hard. I stood up, my head dizzy. A man in a designer suit walked up too me, no, this was no man, he had a red face and small horns sticking out of his head. “Are you the devil?” I asked. “Hahaha, the fucking devil? Yeah, I’m the devil, my friend the tooth fairy and Santa are here too!” “Where then fuck am I, is this hell?”, he looked at me, and said with a laugh “Hell? No dumbass, this is Sugar Candy Mountain” “Who are you?”, I asked. “I’m Dave” he answered nonchalantly. “What? Dave who?”. “I’m Dave Burnstein, diphthong, now come on, lets take a walk.”.

    “Why is this place called Sugar Candy Mountain?” I asked, still confused by the whole situation. “I don’t know, man, why is Seattle called Seattle?” He asked me. “It was probably the name of some Native American tribe” I answered quickly. “Well then, shut the fuck up, smartass”. We walked over a brimstone bridge that crossed a huge river of lava, we came to a fork in the road. The sign read, “LEFT: Dave’s house / RIGHT (unreadable)”, we went right.

    We walked in silence for a bit, until I asked “So is this the 3rd Dimensional Transition?” “What? No! You think I would live there, that place is awful, its a warped place, the worst of all Dimensional Transitions, I would rather go to your hell then go there.” “Oh”, I said, “I’m going there next” He stopped dead. “WHAT?! Why? Thats a fucking terrible idea!”. “Well, I have to, its some spiritual journey or some shit like that.” We started walking again. “Well, I’m sorry for you man, not even guardians will go in there, and they go into bad trips all the time. “Guardian’s? Theres more than one?” “Yeah, you selfish asshole, everyone has one, they’re a part of your brain” “Are you a part of my brain?” “No, I’m Dave, dumbass”.

    “Sugar Candy Mountain, the name is familiar to me, its from a book called Animal Farm, it was their heaven, if this is where they ended up then I feel sorry for them.” “Hey! I live here, buddy, how would you like it if you took me on a tour of L.A. and I told you how shitty it was” “Sorry” I mumbled. Sugar Candy Mountain’s ground started becoming less black, until it was bright copper. Dave stopped. “Well this is as far as I can go, see you later man” He turned around as I said “Bye”.

    I walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked. The ground so gradually changed from copper to white that I hardly noticed it had leveled. I was in a world of white. This was nowhere land. It was boring. I kept walking, off in the distance I noticed a blue streak. I walked to, it being the only thing to walk to. I realized it was a fast moving, clear river, flowing through nowhere land. There was a single white sail boat, attached to a single white dock, in a single white world. I hopped in the boat, untied it, and was whisked away.

    I must have been going twenty miles per hour, I was moving seamlessly through nowhere land, but it wasn’t like I was going anywhere, since there was nowhere to go. I heard a loud noise, the stream grew larger and larger until it was a river, then a channel, then an ocean, with a white sky. I kept floating and floating, the noise grew larger. I looked down, massive fish, the size of skyscrapers with multicolored scales and magnificent glowing eyes swam about in the clear water below me. The water was so clear it was as if I was floating, yet so deep I couldn’t see the bottom. The noise grew larger and larger until I realized what it was, a giant waterfall, going endlessly in each direction.

    I was going to go over it, it was circular, like a drain with sheer edges, in the middle was an island, with black sand. I braced for my travel off the huge, thousand foot waterfall, just as my boat went over I jumped out of it. Pointing my body, as I hit the water I blacked out. I woke up on the black-sanded beach. The island wasn’t very big, only about 100 feet from one side to another. All black sand, no trees, no houses, only one structure, a large, black obelisk with a purple portal in it. I knew where it lead. I called out for my guardian, his head rose from the water, its eyes closed, just as it had in the coffee swamp. “Go whenever you like, but you must make the journey through the 3rd Dimensional Transition, you can spend as much time as you like on this beach, but you must go eventually”. I sat on the black-sanded beach, dipping my feet in the pleasant clear water for what seemed like hours, but my fate was inevitable, I got up, and stepped through the portal.

    Part V:
    I flew through this purple void, with magnificent, deep tones of dreary colors mimicking emotions, wondering where I would end up. I closed my eyes, and opened. I was in a bathroom; I could tell it was Asian style, due to the shape of the toilet. I heard a rumbling, I stepped outside the bathroom onto an empty, dark train station, an empty, lightless subway car showed up, seeing no other way to escape from this damp, dark place, I entered it.

    It started moving right after I stepped in, there was no voice, and nobody was sitting on the train. It began picking up speed, faster and faster. I sat in a seat, it was awkward and uncomfortable, around the dim train were scratches, everywhere, the windows were shattered but not broken, it was a sad place, as if all love had been sucked out of it. I looked out the window into the subway tunnel, an absolute absence of light unfolded over me, it was darker than dark. I looked away from the window, a man, seemingly homeless, had appeared on the train.

    He was wearing a heavy brown coat, with a hood pulled over his head, he was looking down. I wanted to talk to him, but found that even looking at him caused a sense of loss in my chest, like he was draining my soul, I looked down at my feet. I looked up again, he had moved closer, and was now about 5 seats away. I heard a tap on my window, I glanced at it, nothing, but he had moved another two seats closer, still on the opposite side of the hall. I closed my eyes, hard, hoping to reappear somewhere else, somewhere better. He was across the hall.

    I stood up and shouted “Just who the fuck are you!? “. He shivered. He spoke to me in an accent that I couldn’t place, but his voice was deep and tortured, as if he had been screaming all his life. “You shouldn’t be here, but now, you can’t escape, the driver will find you, he found me.” He slowly lifted up his hood, revealing a bald man, with no eyes, and deep scars all over his face and head, he smiled a broken plead for help. The train stopped, he got off, while I was left, bewildered and terrified.

    I wondered who the driver was, I decided to walk up to the first car of the train to find out. When the train had stopped where I got on, I counted about 5 cars, but, as I walked through these cars, they never seemed to end; I must have walked through about 50 until I gave up. I picked up a piece of glass and scratched a large X on a window, I walked through a train door, the X was still there.

    I sat down again in desperation, the train would need to stop sometime, I waited, and looked out the window, I saw a young Indian boy when I looked away. I walked up to him, he didn’t have an heir of sadness about him. I asked him “Where am I” He turned to me calmly, and said “The 3rd Dimensional Transition”. I had known where I was, yet I still staggered back at the news. “Where are we, exactly?” I asked. “This is the train that goes between the different realms of the 3rd Dimensional Transition, right now, I am leaving this place.” “How?”, I asked “They are going to kill me”. I looked at this innocent, harmless little boy, and I wondered who would ever want to kill him “Why?” I blurted out. “Because, it was either this, or 1,000 cycles of 1,000 years of torture, after that, you are either let out of this realm, or the driver makes you a torturer” “So this is hell” I asked him. “Such a place does not exist, this is a passing place for souls who cannot bear to leave their fears behind, or to face them, there are three options when you end up hear, to cease existing, be tortured, or to face what scares you most, but me, I was born here, I have a soul that is only tethered to this dimension, I can never leave this awful place, so I must cease to exist.” “Oh…” I said, “Well, why does anybody choose thousands of years of torture over facing their fears” He looked into my eyes and said “Because some people have grown so poor in life that all they possess is money, they haven’t a heart, their judgement is clouded, they are not punished by force, they believe that they will find a loophole, that the universe will bend to their whim, people who never realized that they are not the center of the universe, money holds no power here, the only power in this world is held by the driver.” “Who the fuck is the driver?” “He is an entity, much like a guardian, but he is not looking out for the protection of souls, he processes them, the torture will eventually make all memories of previous lives disappear, from there, they are either recruited as a torturer, or sent along to their journey to the 5th Dimensional Transition, if they choose to cease existing, they are brought to a place where they will drink from a chalice, and die, it does not hurt, there is no wait, they simply cease to exist, or, they can face their fear, by going through the cave, the cave morphs and turns, it knows you better than you know yourself, it will root itself into your brain, you’ll be subjected to mental torture, which the weaker minded cannot even begin to stand, now get off at this stop, if you take a left through the canyon, you’ll be tortured, if you go right, you’ll go to the cave.”I got off the train, and left the small boy to his cruel fate.

    I was in a cobblestone square, it was deep underground, the walls were made out of obsidian, and a red clock post hung from the ceiling. To the left was a jagged canyon, to the right, was a trail. I went to the right and followed the trail, when it stopped into a wall, near the trail was a metal door, with crimson paint, I opened it, and found myself in a cave.

    Near the door was a weaved basket with four torches in it, I grabbed one and lit it on the single torch above the door, I began walking through this cave, my eyes began playing tricks on me, I would hear screams, see movement out of the corner of my eye. Then on the floor, I saw a line of red paint. I knew what it was, it was where the cave would bury into my brain, I closed my eyes and stepped over it. I was on the Titanic, or some ship from the 1900′s, I was in a ball room, pitch black skeletons with large bulging blue eyes peered at me, I touched one, he turned to dust and blew away, a gasp fell over the crowd and the music stopped, his dancing partner stepped back into the crowd. They began walking tword me, faster and faster, I turned around and ran through the kitchen door and I was back in the cave, I picked up my still burning torch from the floor and kept walking, the cave was on a downward path, so I wasn’t turned around.

    I heard yelling and screaming from the inside of my head, I would hear footsteps behind me, only to turn around and not see them anywhere. I saw the tortured man from the train running full out at me from the darkness, he was bleeding heavily, once he was about a foot away from me, he faded from existence, as if he was never there. I blinked, and an eye appeared on the wall of the cave, more and more began opening, a moaning noise started, it was layered, as if a whole stadium was moaning, hands began coming out of the wall, grabbing at my face, I noticed another red line on the floor, I closed my eyes and jumped over it, desperate to free myself from the hands.

    I was in a twisted, dark hallway with purple wall paper that was peeling off, behind me was only a wall, there was only one door in this hallway. I noticed that there were picture frames along the wall, but there wasn’t anything in them, the carpet was burnt along the sides, I came to the wooden, white door and I opened the door. It was a dark room, a single candle was burning on a dresser, a woman in a wedding dress, whose face and hands looked like they had been charred by a fire, she was just a skeleton, with bits of charred flesh falling off her. She was cradling a baby who looked about the same as she did, as if it had been in a fire. She turned to me, her eyes fused shut, she uttered in an unbalanced voice “Don’t wake the baby”. Her eyes jarred open, revealing a blood shot monstrosity of an eye. She started screaming, I turned around, opened the door, and I was back in the cave. I kept walking, a young girl in a white dress appeared around the corner, her spine cracked and contorted, I could only watch as her body morphed into a jumbled mess, then, she dissipated and disappeared. I felt as if the air was running out, I would keep hearing voices and whispers in my head, I would not become aware of their existence until they ended, and I could never remember what they said.

    For what seemed like days I walked through this cursed place, experiencing dreadful hallucinations. Until I noticed a foreign light source, it was the brightest thing I had seen in the 3rd Dimensional Transition, I walked uphill to get it, up and up, a large, golden door was in front of me, light leaking from all around it. I opened it. I was in a white room with golden trimmings, it had a soft focus about it. In the middle was a fountain, I jumped into the clear water, it was bigger I was in an ocean of love and happiness, at the bottom, I saw a door radiating the purest light I had ever seen, I swam to it, opened it and stepped through, I was on my way to the 4th Dimensional Transition.

    Part VI:
    I was out of the 3rd Dimensional Transition, my back felt lifted, like every single step I took was effortless, my very existence was pure here, I couldn’t recall any negative memories, the 3rd Dimensional Transition seemed like a different world, like it was a movie I had turned away from.

    I was on an island in the middle of a lake, surrounding it was a colorful forest, with a house flickering in the difference. I found I could walk over the water, it was amazing, below me, fishes in all shades of the rainbow swam about, I walked over to a cobblestone path that appeared to be made of emeralds. I followed the path through the beautiful forest the sky seemed to change colors, every thing seemed so intensely beautiful that I almost couldn’t even comprehend the existence of a world like this. As I stepped on cobble stones, they would change into different colors, I felt like I heard music that didn’t exist, I could have stayed in this world for hours on end, observing the multicolored birds fly through the multicolored trees.

    I stepped into the small house, and I was in a large palace in the sky. But it felt faint, like it was a dream I was leaving, at the top of the stairs was a huge, forty foot tall golden portal, I knew where it led, and I knew I didn’t belong where it went. The scenery around me began to collapse, it all crumpled and I was alone in a void of darkness, then I saw it, a door, a plain, old brown door. I stepped through, I was on another plane, outside of all dimensions, shapes that made no physical sense moved around in ways that shouldn’t be possible, intense geometrical shapes made of love. I felt like I was moving, accelerating, faster and faster, then I hit something, I stopped and heard a crack.

    My eyes were closed. I was still high, but I was in my own house. It was a manageable high. I got up from my couch. I went out through the back door. The sun was rising, and, out of all the landscapes I’d been through, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

    See you next time space cowboy.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on May 16, 2012
    • filed in Experiences
    • 13 comments
    • 2 likes
  • 8 PUFF PASS

    The Kingdom

    He awoke in his pure kingdom, just as he had always done, he looked around, it stretched on forever, but it was barren, he remembered his time on Earth, so long ago, yet, the scars on his hands and chest still remained a gruesome reminder of what had taken place. He had no idea what Earth had become, in the 2000 years since he had been sent down with the goal of saving humanity, he had failed in this effort, they had called him a false messiah.

    Father told him that they still all prayed, that they still all worshiped, but they still all sinned. He had sent his son down to remind humanity of their own humanity, to remind them that they don’t have to be perfect, that as long as they have love in their souls for each other, they would be allowed eternal bliss. But they had twisted Fathers message, wrote a book filled with wicked judgment, judged each other, and used his message of love to achieve gain for themselves. They created a false anti-kingdom, and told each other, even their children that they would be tortured forever if they were less than perfect in life, they used fear, not love, to control.

    He knew what he had to do, he would need to leave his kingdom once more, not with a message of peace, but with a message of isolation. He would need to tell the world that Father had given up on the human race, that the kingdom would no longer exist, that the humans were to live life loving, not trying to get into the kingdom, just for the greed of eternal life.

    He appeared on the streets of Washington D.C., the Jerusalem of the current world, he looked around, man had done a great deal of good, they now traveled around in machines, were entertained by machines, and were moving forward at an astounding rate. He looked into a store that sold such machines, he saw only violence, both fake and real. Is this what entertained modern man? The pain of each other? He looked away, the store owner walked up to him, angrily shouting “You fuckin’ immigrants, comin’ over here from Iraq becuase you fucked up your own country, you were a bum there and you’re a bum here!”

    Shocked that anyone could be so hateful towards their own species, he wandered across the street. He saw a large, decadent building, he stumbled inside, a voice said from his left side “We’re sorry, the food drive is only on Wednesdays”, he ignored it, walking into the main building, he looked around, appalled at what he saw, it was a man, nailed to a cross, bleeding all over. And the people were praying to it! It could not be him, this man was white, with long straight hair, and incredibly muscular. He was from Bethlehem, a Palestinian, he had curly hair, brown skin, and was rather skinny. He couldn’t believe these people worshiped the act of torture.

    He shouted “This is a church of the lord, yet you are praying to a false idol, praying to violence!”. He heard a mutter from the church audience “I swear, these homeless people are just selling our food to buy drugs”. The minister said to him, pointing at the figure on the cross “That is our lord and savior Jesus! Sit down, listen, you don’t want to go to hell, do you?”

    He stiffened up, and said calmly, but loudly “I… Am Jesus Christ, Father has sent me down to deliver a message”, he fizzled out, due to laughter. A woman in the audience muttered “I’m calling the police”. A teenager said “Fine! Do a miracle!”

    He could not preform miracles, he was only human, man had warped his story in the 2000 years since he left.

    The police hauled him off, and, with little thought, put him in an insane asylum. He overheard a guard talking outside “The nut job thinks hes Jesus, we can’t find any prints or DNA matching him, hes probably from Iraq, got over here with some human traffickers.”

    The guards returned the next day to an empty cell. He was back in his kingdom, he persuaded Father to leave the gates of the kingdom open, but not a single person ever walked through them.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on July 31, 2012
    • filed in Philosophy
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  • 3 PUFF PASS

    Heaven

    A life time of work, sorrow, and despair, we are led to believe that if we do good, we go a paradise, where we will be happy forever and ever, if we do bad, we are tortured, I personally don't believe in god, but I don't care if you do, but, there is very little in the bible about heaven, the "fluffy cloud" theory was derived from painters of the Renaissance.
    There is a T.V. show called "Moral Orel", in an episode, the protagonist kills him self to be closer to god, when he does, he is on a small, black planet with a dark red sky, on it is a single church, inside, Orel is naked, with several of himself sitting in the pews saying "I am the church, backwards", he then finds him self dressed up as a church saying "I am the Church!" This struck a chord with me, and got me thinking.
    What if the after life is not a void of darkness, and not a paradise in the clouds. When the brain dies it releases an extraordinary amount of D.M.T. into itself. D.M.T. can make time feel longer, when I took it, I felt 80 years had passed in 15 minuets. When someone talks of a near death experience, they could have been experiencing the effects of D.M.T. But they are not dead in a near death experience, when somebody is clinically dead it means their heart has stopped for more than one minuet, not when the whole body dies.
    When the whole body dies, the brain releases so much D.M.T. into itself that the heads weight decreases, a drug trip so strong that in the five minuets between body death and brain death, the brain will feel that several hundreds of life times have passed.
    Then five minuets later, you get to experience the ultimate paradise, peace. After a life time lived, an eternity spent at peace.
    Because you are the church.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on March 2, 2012
    • filed in Philosophy
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