Salva me ex Inferis

When you are on Divinorum, you see things. Your mind is consciously aware of this though, so you rationalise the more surreal, horrifying and unsettling images; it is ok, this is not happening. That guy repeatedly jabbing a syringe into his face? Just some fella taking a drink from a bottle. That lass trying to slice her wrist open with an abnormally-long nail? Just some girl toying with her bracelet. Your imagination has been taken over, sure…but you don’t have to be afraid. Just take a deep breath, relax, and enjoy the sights.

Sometimes it can be a fun game to guess what exactly it is, in reality, that your mind is twisting into a grotesque parody. The first time I was on the drug, I watched two chirpy little kids cavorting with a human head – tossing it back and forth with giddy abandon. What, I asked myself, were they really playing with? A football, maybe. A basketball, perhaps. Any form of ball, really. Could be a doll, a bag of something… They might not even have been playing catch; they might have been flying a kite or simply playing tag, and my intoxicated mind feverishly filled in the rest.

I remember being quite proud of this hallucination, both of its chilling nature and of the creativity which had unleashed it, and conveyed this to my friends shortly afterwards. They seemed perplexed, which had me kind of miffed – I’d thought it was a pretty damn fine bit of tripping I’d just done, to be quite honest – and they were unduly fixated on the details of the two children. How old were they? What clothes were they wearing? What colour was their hair, their skin, their eyes…? On and on with tiresome questions. You’d swear that the human head was completely irrelevant.

It was not until I had properly detoxed that they deigned to tell me the truth: At no point, while we were enjoying our mutually drug-addled afternoon in the park, had there ever been any kids anywhere near us at all.

Solidarity, brothers & sisters…

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About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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