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  • Posted: July 31, 2012
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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.
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    ☤TheWeedMan☤ deep shit.. all your story's are fantastic imo, and im not a big reading person. "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, ...  moredeep shit.. all your story's are fantastic imo, and im not a big reading person. "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." and this is what's wrong with the planet these day's, i wish it wasn't this way so very badly :(  
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    The Worst DMT Trip I've Ever Had

    A couple years ago for my birthday my scientist friend and hallucinogen hookup gave me ten grams of DMT for my birthday (Read: Thats one metric fuckload of DMT), that weekend I went on a four hour DMT binge, by myself. After about 200 minuets of normal tripping, everything started to feel off, then my trip stopped suddenly. All I saw was a tunnel, I came to the end of the tunnel. I had been here before, so was not worried.(Near death experiences happen about every tenth time I do DMT) Then I broke through the end of the tunnel. There was my guardian. He was standing there with a puzzled expression on his face, his arms outstretched. He said "Why are you here!!!???" "How the fuck did you get here!!??" Then, that was it. He said, “Game over. You took too much. That’s it. You’re done. No more. Game over.” I was dead. I was deader than dead. That was it. I didn’t expect to come back at all. I spent what felt like a million life times in total darkness, I was barely aware, I felt no body or brain, it was just my basic conscience, all I knew was I am dead, I will be dead forever. And that’s all I could do. Then, for the slightest insistence, I saw a flash. I thought, “I can fight this now”, so I fought so hard to clear my head, the darkness shattered. I came out of the DMT world, the drug was still in effect, but it was changing things in my world, not putting me in another one, everything looked like lines drawn on paper, I could barely stand. What had happened is that the bad taste of the DMT (like burnt plastic) had made me throw up and I was on my back, so I was choking, that’s what killed me during my trip. I threw up on my bed room floor and passed out in a sleep like state, I awoke about ten minutes later with the familiar afterglow.
    I avoided most drugs for a couple of months afterwards.
    • by ThomasChong
    • on March 13, 2012
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    Perspectivitania

    I felt the car crash, felt my ribs crack, the seat-belt tighten, the shatter of glass, and then, nothing. I was in blackness, slowly colors came into view, reds, blacks, greys, and I knew it, I was in hell. No doubt about it. I sank down to my knees, I cursed god, my choices, and I wondered what I did to deserve to be here.

    Then I looked around. There were no demons hauling me away, no tortured screams, all I heard was silence. I stood up, wiped the tears out from under my eyes. Where was I? A small cave with a red light coming out of an opening. I followed the cave unto a cliff, and I saw it, boiling pools of lava, instruments of torture, horrible devices that I didn't ever want to learn the use of. There was a small staircase to my left, I walked down it, onto the ground floor of hell. There were no people, the room I was in was gargantuan, the ceiling must have been 2000 feet high, with large stalactites hanging from it. The room must have been the size of Alaska, but there was no curve, no horizon, it was perfectly flat.

    I looked around, there was nobody, I looked for a place to sit down that wasn't covered in spikes, and I found a small stair case that led into a pool of lava. I sat on the stair case itself, and waited, and waited, for about an hour, when the heat coming off the lava grew a little too much for me, when not near lava, the room was a comfortable 70 degrees. I didn't understand, why was I here? If I was in hell, I should be getting tortured, there should at least be demons. There were none. None. Nothing. No-one. Forever.

    It then dawned on me, this was my punishment, an eternity of lonesomeness, the only possible activity self torture. I sat back down on the stairs, and started to cry.
    • by ThomasChong
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    Unintentional Humor Found In Google Translate

    I took the first paragraph of a short story I'm working on, and translated it through every language on google translate, this is what I got...

    "" Oh man, you karoneiro? "Heard the call," Yes, who are you? "I said." I'm David, and I am of you? "He asked." David, shit, remember me? Next? "She asked." There is no way someone was you? "He asked. We" ... God is the same story, really, leave the damn city. "Walked 6 kilometers from the city, and Forgot about God, it is so beautiful," I spoke with the mayor for five minutes, and we know that this fucking whore. Allows you to get here. Night. Matter what. The interrogation room "with the feelings," "I often agree with David ..
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    Compassion and the Individual; Tenzin Gyatso

    The purpose of life
    ONE GREAT QUESTION underlies our experience, whether we think about it consciously or not: What is the purpose of life? I have considered this question and would like to share my thoughts in the hope that they may be of direct, practical benefit to those who read them.

    I believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. From the moment of birth, every human being wants happiness and does not want suffering. Neither social conditioning nor education nor ideology affect this. From the very core of our being, we simply desire contentment. I don’t know whether the universe, with its countless galaxies, stars and planets, has a deeper meaning or not, but at the very least, it is clear that we humans who live on this earth face the task of making a happy life for ourselves. Therefore, it is important to discover what will bring about the greatest degree of happiness.

    How to achieve happiness
    For a start, it is possible to divide every kind of happiness and suffering into two main categories: mental and physical. Of the two, it is the mind that exerts the greatest influence on most of us. Unless we are either gravely ill or deprived of basic necessities, our physical condition plays a secondary role in life. If the body is content, we virtually ignore it. The mind, however, registers every event, no matter how small. Hence we should devote our most serious efforts to bringing about mental peace.

    From my own limited experience I have found that the greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion.

    The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater our own sense of well-being becomes. Cultivating a close, warm-hearted feeling for others automatically puts the mind at ease. This helps remove whatever fears or insecurities we may have and gives us the strength to cope with any obstacles we encounter. It is the ultimate source of success in life.

    As long as we live in this world we are bound to encounter problems. If, at such times, we lose hope and become discouraged, we diminish our ability to face difficulties. If, on the other hand, we remember that it is not just ourselves but every one who has to undergo suffering, this more realistic perspective will increase our determination and capacity to overcome troubles. Indeed, with this attitude, each new obstacle can be seen as yet another valuable opportunity to improve our mind!

    Thus we can strive gradually to become more compassionate, that is we can develop both genuine sympathy for others’ suffering and the will to help remove their pain. As a result, our own serenity and inner strength will increase.

    Our need for love
    Ultimately, the reason why love and compassion bring the greatest happiness is simply that our nature cherishes them above all else. The need for love lies at the very foundation of human existence. It results from the profound interdependence we all share with one another. However capable and skillful an individual may be, left alone, he or she will not survive. However vigorous and independent one may feel during the most prosperous periods of life, when one is sick or very young or very old, one must depend on the support of others.

    Inter-dependence, of course, is a fundamental law of nature. Not only higher forms of life but also many of the smallest insects are social beings who, without any religion, law or education, survive by mutual cooperation based on an innate recognition of their interconnectedness. The most subtle level of material phenomena is also governed by interdependence. All phenomena from the planet we inhabit to the oceans, clouds, forests and flowers that surround us, arise in dependence upon subtle patterns of energy. Without their proper interaction, they dissolve and decay.

    It is because our own human existence is so dependent on the help of others that our need for love lies at the very foundation of our existence. Therefore we need a genuine sense of responsibility and a sincere concern for the welfare of others.

    We have to consider what we human beings really are. We are not like machine-made objects. If we are merely mechanical entities, then machines themselves could alleviate all of our sufferings and fulfill our needs.

    However, since we are not solely material creatures, it is a mistake to place all our hopes for happiness on external development alone. Instead, we should consider our origins and nature to discover what we require.

    Leaving aside the complex question of the creation and evolution of our universe, we can at least agree that each of us is the product of our own parents. In general, our conception took place not just in the context of sexual desire but from our parents’ decision to have a child. Such decisions are founded on responsibility and altruism – the parents compassionate commitment to care of their child until it is able to take care of itself. Thus, from the very moment of our conception, our parents’ love is directly in our creation.

    Moreover, we are completely dependent upon our mothers’ care from the earliest stages of our growth. According to some scientists, a pregnant woman’s mental state, be it calm or agitated, has a direct physical effect on her unborn child.

    The expression of love is also very important at the time of birth. Since the very first thing we do is suck milk from our mothers’ breast, we naturally feel close to her, and she must feel love for us in order to feed us properly; if she feels anger or resentment her milk may not flow freely.

    Then there is the critical period of brain development from the time of birth up to at least the age of three or four, during which time loving physical contact is the single most important factor for the normal growth of the child. If the child is not held, hugged, cuddled, or loved, its development will be impaired and its brain will not mature properly.

    Since a child cannot survive without the care of others, love is its most important nourishment. The happiness of childhood, the allaying of the child’s many fears and the healthy development of its self-confidence all depend directly upon love.

    Nowadays, many children grow up in unhappy homes. If they do not receive proper affection, in later life they will rarely love their parents and, not infrequently, will find it hard to love others. This is very sad.

    As children grow older and enter school, their need for support must be met by their teachers. If a teacher not only imparts academic education but also assumes responsibility for preparing students for life, his or her pupils will feel trust and respect and what has been taught will leave an indelible impression on their minds. On the other hand, subjects taught by a teacher who does not show true concern for his or her students’ overall well-being will be regarded as temporary and not retained for long.

    Similarly, if one is sick and being treated in hospital by a doctor who evinces a warm human feeling, one feels at ease and the doctors’ desire to give the best possible care is itself curative, irrespective of the degree of his or her technical skill. On the other hand, if one’s doctor lacks human feeling and displays an unfriendly expression, impatience or casual disregard, one will feel anxious, even if he or she is the most highly qualified doctor and the disease has been correctly diagnosed and the right medication prescribed. Inevitably, patients’ feelings make a difference to the quality and completeness of their recovery.

    Even when we engage in ordinary conversation in everyday life, if someone speaks with human feeling we enjoy listening, and respond accordingly; the whole conversation becomes interesting, however unimportant the topic may be. On the other hand, if a person speaks coldly or harshly, we feel uneasy and wish for a quick end to the interaction. From the least to the most important event, the affection and respect of others are vital for our happiness.

    Recently I met a group of scientists in America who said that the rate of mental illness in their country was quite high-around twelve percent of the population. It became clear during our discussion that the main cause of depression was not a lack of material necessities but a deprivation of the affection of the others.

    So, as you can see from everything I have written so far, one thing seems clear to me: whether or not we are consciously aware of it, from the day we are born, the need for human affection is in our very blood. Even if the affection comes from an animal or someone we would normally consider an enemy, both children and adults will naturally gravitate towards it.

    I believe that no one is born free from the need for love. And this demonstrates that, although some modern schools of thought seek to do so, human beings cannot be defined as solely physical. No material object, however beautiful or valuable, can make us feel loved, because our deeper identity and true character lie in the subjective nature of the mind.

    Developing compassion
    Some of my friends have told me that, while love and compassion are marvelous and good, they are not really very relevant. Our world, they say, is not a place where such beliefs have much influence or power. They claim that anger and hatred are so much a part of human nature that humanity will always be dominated by them. I do not agree.

    We humans have existed in our present form for about a hundred-thousand years. I believe that if during this time the human mind had been primarily controlled by anger and hatred, our overall population would have decreased. But today, despite all our wars, we find that the human population is greater than ever. This clearly indicates to me that love and compassion predominate in the world. And this is why unpleasant events are news, compassionate activities are so much part of daily life that they are taken for granted and, therefore, largely ignored.

    So far I have been discussing mainly the mental benefits of compassion, but it contributes to good physical health as well, According to my personal experience, mental stability and physical well-being are directly related. Without question, anger and agitation make us more susceptible to illness. On the other hand, if the mind is tranquil and occupied with positive thoughts, the body will not easily fall prey to disease.

    But of course it is also true that we all have an innate self-centeredness that inhibits our love for others. So, since we desire the true happiness that is brought about by only a calm mind, and since such peace of mind is brought about by only a compassionate attitude, how can we develop this? Obviously, it is not enough for us simply to think about how nice compassion is! We need to make a concerted effort to develop it; we must use all the events of our daily life to transform our thoughts and behavior.

    First of all, we must be clear about what we mean by compassion. Many forms of compassionate feeling are mixed with desire and attachment. For instance, the love parents feel of their child is often strongly associated with their own emotional needs, so it is not fully compassionate. Again, in marriage, the love between husband and wife – particularly at the beginning, when each partner still may not know the other’s deeper character very well – depends more on attachment than genuine love. Our desire can be so strong that the person to whom we are attached appears to be good, when in fact he or she is very negative. In addition, we have a tendency to exaggerate small positive qualities. Thus when one partner’s attitude changes, the other partner is often disappointed and his or her attitude changes too. This is an indication that love has been motivated more by personal need than by genuine care for the other individual.

    True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason. Therefore, a truly compassionate attitude towards others does not change even if they behave negatively.

    Of course, developing this kind of compassion is not at all easy! As a start, let us consider the following facts:
    Whether people are beautiful and friendly or unattractive and disruptive, ultimately they are human beings, just like oneself. Like oneself, they want happiness and do not want suffering. Furthermore, their right to overcome suffering and be happy is equal to one’s own. Now, when you recognize that all beings are equal in both their desire for happiness and their right to obtain it, you automatically feel empathy and closeness for them. Through accustoming your mind to this sense of universal altruism, you develop a feeling of responsibility for others: the wish to help them actively overcome their problems. Nor is this wish selective; it applies equally to all. As long as they are human beings experiencing pleasure and pain just as you do, there is no logical basis to discriminate between them or to alter your concern for them if they behave negatively.

    Let me emphasize that it is within your power, given patience and time, to develop this kind of compassion. Of course, our self-centeredness, our distinctive attachment to the feeling of an independent, self-existent �I�, works fundamentally to inhibit our compassion. Indeed, true compassion can be experienced only when this type of self- grasping is eliminated. But this does not mean that we cannot start and make progress now.

    How can we start
    We should begin by removing the greatest hindrances to compassion: anger and hatred. As we all know, these are extremely powerful emotions and they can overwhelm our entire mind. Nevertheless, they can be controlled. If, however, they are not, these negative emotions will plague us – with no extra effort on their part! – and impede our quest for the happiness of a loving mind.

    So as a start, it is useful to investigate whether or not anger is of value. Sometimes, when we are discouraged by a difficult situation, anger does seem helpful, appearing to bring with it more energy, confidence and determination.

    Here, though, we must examine our mental state carefully. While itis true that anger brings extra energy, if we explore the nature of this energy, we discover that it is blind: we cannot be sure whether its result will be positive or negative. This is because anger eclipses the best part of our brain: its rationality. So the energy of anger is almost always unreliable. It can cause an immense amount of destructive, unfortunate behavior. Moreover, if anger increases to the extreme, one becomes like a mad person, acting in ways that are as damaging to oneself as they are to others.

    It is possible, however, to develop an equally forceful but far more controlled energy with which to handle difficult situations.

    This controlled energy comes not only from a compassionate attitude, but also from reason and patience. These are the most powerful antidotes to anger. Unfortunately, many people misjudge these qualities as signs of weakness. I believe the opposite to be true: that they are the true signs of inner strength. Compassion is by nature gentle, peaceful and soft, but it is very powerful. It is those who easily lose their patience who are insecure and unstable. Thus, to me, the arousal of anger is a direct sign of weakness.

    So, when a problem first arises, try to remain humble and maintain a sincere attitude and be concerned that the outcome is fair. Of course, others may try to take advantage of you, and if your remaining detached only encourages unjust aggression, adopt a strong stand, This, however, should be done with compassion, and if it is necessary to express your views and take strong countermeasures, do so without anger or ill-intent.
    You should realize that even though your opponents appear to be harming you, in the end, their destructive activity will damage only themselves. In order to check your own selfish impulse to retaliate, you should recall your desire to practice compassion and assume responsibility for helping prevent the other person from suffering the consequences of his or her acts.

    Thus, because the measures you employ have been calmly chosen, they will be more effective, more accurate and more forceful. Retaliation based on the blind energy of anger seldom hits the target.

    Friends and enemies
    I must emphasize again that merely thinking that compassion and reason and patience are good will not be enough to develop them. We must wait for difficulties to arise and then attempt to practice them.

    And who creates such opportunities? Not our friends, of course, but our enemies. They are the ones who give us the most trouble, So if we truly wish to learn, we should consider enemies to be our best teacher!

    For a person who cherishes compassion and love, the practice of tolerance is essential, and for that, an enemy is indispensable. So we should feel grateful to our enemies, for it is they who can best help us develop a tranquil mind! Also, itis often the case in both personal and public life, that with a change in circumstances, enemies become friends.

    So anger and hatred are always harmful, and unless we train our minds and work to reduce their negative force, they will continue to disturb us and disrupt our attempts to develop a calm mind. Anger and hatred are our real enemies. These are the forces we most need to confront and defeat, not the temporary enemies who appear intermittently throughout life.

    Of course, it is natural and right that we all want friends. I often joke that if you really want to be selfish, you should be very altruistic! You should take good care of others, be concerned for their welfare, help them, serve them, make more friends, make more smiles, The result? When you yourself need help, you find plenty of helpers! If, on the other hand, you neglect the happiness of others, in the long term you will be the loser. And is friendship produced through quarrels and anger, jealousy and intense competitiveness? I do not think so. Only affection brings us genuine close friends.

    In today’s materialistic society, if you have money and power, you seem to have many friends. But they are not friends of yours; they are the friends of your money and power. When you lose your wealth and influence, you will find it very difficult to track these people down.

    The trouble is that when things in the world go well for us, we become confident that we can manage by ourselves and feel we do not need friends, but as our status and health decline, we quickly realize how wrong we were. That is the moment when we learn who is really helpful and who is completely useless. So to prepare for that moment, to make genuine friends who will help us when the need arises, we ourselves must cultivate altruism!
    Though sometimes people laugh when I say it, I myself always want more friends. I love smiles. Because of this I have the problem of knowing how to make more friends and how to get more smiles, in particular, genuine smiles. For there are many kinds of smile, such as sarcastic, artificial or diplomatic smiles. Many smiles produce no feeling of satisfaction, and sometimes they can even create suspicion or fear, can’t they? But a genuine smile really gives us a feeling of freshness and is, I believe, unique to human beings. If these are the smiles we want, then we ourselves must create the reasons for them to appear.

    Compassion and the world
    In conclusion, I would like briefly to expand my thoughts beyond the topic of this short piece and make a wider point: individual happiness can contribute in a profound and effective way to the overall improvement of our entire human community.

    Because we all share an identical need for love, it is possible to feel that anybody we meet, in whatever circumstances, is a brother or sister. No matter how new the face or how different the dress and behavior, there is no significant division between us and other people. It is foolish to dwell on external differences, because our basic natures are the same.

    Ultimately, humanity is one and this small planet is our only home, If we are to protect this home of ours, each of us needs to experience a vivid sense of universal altruism. It is only this feeling that can remove the self-centered motives that cause people to deceive and misuse one another.

    If you have a sincere and open heart, you naturally feel self- worth and confidence, and there is no need to be fearful of others.

    I believe that at every level of society – familial, tribal, national and international – the key to a happier and more successful world is the growth of compassion. We do not need to become religious, nor do we need to believe in an ideology. All that is necessary is for each of us to develop our good human qualities.

    I try to treat whoever I meet as an old friend. This gives me a genuine feeling of happiness. It is the practice of compassion. -Tenzin Gyatso; The Fourteenth Dalai Lama
    • by ThomasChong
    • on November 1, 2012
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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
    • filed in Experiences
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