DPT & Cannabis - Cave of fears
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Extract from ‘Psychoreal’ (Through the Eye of a Needle) - DPT & Cannabis - by Nuages Gris source EROWID vaults
[He over dosed]
Finally all concepts became stuck on a cobweb in the corner of a cave and there was the spider-mother archetype, presiding, meta-self marionette manipulator and cosmos collective in the dark dregs of pale ego. If I could have totally transcended the self, I could have escaped this grim psychological baseline. But I didn't, I let in gnaw at me - and gnaw and gnaw...
Fear, primal fear - -----
All my superstitions were dredged up to float in front of me as hallucinogenic menu items. Past the florid crawling sheen of every cryptic cover lurked a real meaty fear package, with some profound acceptance waiting inside, some truth-saturated treasure I could get my hands on if I was willing to face the fear - which of course I wasn't. They danced in front of me, my fears, all on an equal playing field of rationality - …. 'Pick ME! I'm your fear of viruses! Remember all the freaky times we had together? You thought you got rid of me when you were ten, but I'm baaaaack!' 'No, pick ME, I'm your fear of DEATH! I'm much WEIGHTIER than that virus fluff!'