Crumbles
Rising Star
Crumbles finally peeked behind the curtain.
He has been in contact with the dream realm for many years and has always been curious about the next rung on the ladder.
Crumbles is very suggestible, as kid_eternity can attest.
Years of religious indoctrination have desensitized him to the concept of an afterlife, in which he is confident the right souls would inevitably locate each other through love, not devotion to an –ism.
He is not a regular user of hallucinogenic substances; one encounter with mushrooms, two trips on acid, ten years of coffee and mary jane is all this wanderer has ever needed.
Crumbles prefers to expand his imagination through yoga, lucid dreams, prayer and meditation.
His first taste of spice was over a nest of indica bud bic-ed from above for the vapors.
He and kid_eternity were due to meet a delegation in social regions.
While waiting for the subway train things started moving in and out of each other like in an acid journey.
Crumbles resisted the urge to panic.
He goes back to being high. Life is good. Life is familiar.
Clearly spice is not to be treated flippantly.
kid_eternity: "you have no clue."
Crumbles thinks he has a clue. But... Hmm...
That sensation dissipated after a matter of minutes.
What could possibly be at the end of that tunnel?
Fast forward a week or so.
Crumbles sits on the bed of kid_eternity.
He is holding a glass bong named Four Aces.
The bong is filled with about a cup and a half of water.
kid_eternity measures a 50mg serving of spice and places it in the smoking chamber.
Crumbles begins to inhale as kid_eternity lights the torch a few inches below the glass bowl.
The vapor begins and he takes a modest hit but something is not right.
Breathing might be off.
The spice has burned too quickly.
Crumbles lies back on the bed enjoying pronounced acid effects.
Giggling and subtle visuals are all that ensue. Everything is still more or less there.
kid_eternity: let’s try again.
Crumbles: Yes, let’s.
kid_eternity: you’ll know when you get there.
Crumbles: Okay.
This time the breathing is measured and gradual, like dragging a joint rather than ripping a bong.
Counterintuitive, yes, but kid_eternity this time coaxes the burn with the torch much more delicately.
This 50 mg of spice burns just as the pair needs.
Crumbles reminds himself that all will be well. He is safe.
He approaches the bong as kid_eternity lights the torch.
Three good hits are the supposed dosage.
Let’s start with one. Okay, that was nice and milky. Exhale.
Whoah there, Crumbles.
By the time he is approaching the bong for his second hit, he can already feel his corporeal shell beginning to swell and fracture.
The acid effects are remarkably pronounced.
kid_eternity's face and voice are the only comforting elements in this intense experience; though even at this point, kid_eternity has begun to melt away like waffle batter or a Van Gogh painting.
He changes color but is still relatively recognizable.
kid_eternity appears reptilian and yet equine at the same time.
Are dinosaurs reincarnated as horses? Are we? Are we extinct?
(Crumbles is now awash with childlike whimsy)
He returns to the bong at kid_eternity's behest but by the time he inhales he has forgotten about the concept of breath, body and identity altogether.
The bong has turned from white to gold to purple and telescoped into an amorphous conglomeration of geometric shapes.
Crumbles is no longer in control.
He cannot hold the bong; his hands are turning to salt and his entire body is beginning to ebb away from his soul.
He remembers exhaling that second hit, looking in kid_eternity's general direction and recalls that “you’ll know when you get there.”
Oh.
That was the last earthly thought to go through his head.
Crumbles collapses on the bed and expunges through a wormhole into infinite light. At that moment he is in all moments.
He IS all moments.
Time is suspended. Matter is rejected.
Never - even in years of lucid dreaming - has any truth appeared so profound, so simple and so perfect.
Crumbles has taken flight into the uberverse.
By the moment Crumbles gains any awareness of what was happening he is propelled forward accompanied by a siren-like wall of sound that stretched and bent as inexplicably as the visuals.
What he sees before him - nay, all around him - is an eternal multidimensional chess board; the visual spread forth from him.
In all directions and all dimensions there were gold and black squares spread out in a tapestry.
In what can most accurately be described as the “Narnia moment,” i.e. that split-second in which Crumbles recognized and approved of what was happening around him, a great omniscient eye opened before him that he recognized as the god force.
In an instant all the squares became eyes as well, all floating squinting blinking.
Scrutinizing the purity of the soul.
Crumbles now knows what the mystics say when they refer to “the moment of judgment.” In that moment all his faults, apprehensions, feelings of guilt and embarrassment were revealed and banished as the lies they are. The realization: none of this matters!
Women’s affection? Doesn’t matter.
Parents’ approval? Doesn’t matter.
Income level? Doesn’t. Fucking. Matter.
Crumbles’ soul was approved and purified. All the evil disbanded and the eyes came down from “on high” to welcome Crumbles into their midst. Never before or since has love been reciprocated as it was when Crumbles was loved by the god force.
This was utter euphoria.
Remember when you were a kid and you implored your mom/dad/babysitter to just quit tickling you?
But you enjoyed laughing so you kinda loved the feeling and secretly hoped they wouldn’t stop? Remember that?
This was that to an indescribable degree.
This was a high beyond all highs, all catharses, all orgasms.
This was heaven.
What happened next was similarly bewildering.
Crumbles felt himself projected into a new body. Well, it wasn’t really a body so much as a wormhole: bright putty-like goo that was both a part of Crumbles and a part of the new world he explored.
He realized he had a ground-level view of this environment, a museum-like realm with many different pathways and he was slowly pawing his way along, like a newborn baby learning to walk.
The images were bright and wonderful and seemed somewhat familiar though no earthly faces made themselves visible.
But he realized quickly that he was not alone in this universe.
Crumbles had playmates… kittens!
If ever there was evidence for astral projection or reincarnation it can be found right in this phase: upon interacting with the cats, Crumbles realized he too was in the feline form.
Again laughter and delight overwhelmed him.
He approved of his surroundings and he relished in the malleable nature of his “wormhole goo” as well as the cat camaraderie.
Again Crumbles has an epiphany: kid_eternity was able to take his visor off while he was in hyperspace.
Crumbles opens his eyes for the first time.
What he sees amuses him to no end. There is kid_eternity sitting in the same place but only his face is visible.
The world around him appears to be a multi-colored network of interconnected circuitry and lenses.
Crumbles was gazing through many many opaque layers, laughing uncontrollably.
He was the CPU looking back at kid_eternity, the user at the keypad. Haha.
Our hero now opens and closes his eyes, vacillating between the cat world and the computer-animated reality.
The eternal self communicating with the corporeal brain? Wild stuff.
This was the last OBE type of revelation that enveloped Crumbles before he passed through another body rush of the heavenly love and back into his mortal shell.
He returned to earth from the astral realm feeling like he had just had a satisfying shower, a de-lousing for the soul.
Crumbles was shaking with ringing in his ears. He was tingly and cold, but relishing the afterglow.
kid_eternity welcomed him back to the world as the room re-assembled itself. Though synapses were rendered relatively impotent for another five minutes, three thoughts immediately permeated Crumbles’ consciousness:
(1) When did the cats come in? (kid_eternity keeps two cats in his apartment) Crumbles actually thought he was interacting with the cats from real life. kid_eternity answered: “Never. They can’t take the smell of the smoke.” Wow. Talk about vivid.
(2) Does everyone’s essence get approved so quickly? These were not explicitly “aliens” or “machine elves” in this vision; they appeared as “eyes” and they intensely dissected the innermost depths of Crumbles’ soul before dispelling all the darkness and affirming the light.
(3) Can Crumbles find other travelers in the wormhole, using the connective tissue, the gooey circuitry? Can travelers summon souls that have passed from the earthly realm? Friends? Family?
THANKS TO THE FELLOW TRAVELERS WHO HAVE PROVIDED THIS FORUM AND TAKEN TIME TO READ THESE WORDS.
LOOKING FORWARD TO HEARING YOUR THOUGHTS.
ALL IS LOVE.
TTFN
Crumbles
He has been in contact with the dream realm for many years and has always been curious about the next rung on the ladder.
Crumbles is very suggestible, as kid_eternity can attest.
Years of religious indoctrination have desensitized him to the concept of an afterlife, in which he is confident the right souls would inevitably locate each other through love, not devotion to an –ism.
He is not a regular user of hallucinogenic substances; one encounter with mushrooms, two trips on acid, ten years of coffee and mary jane is all this wanderer has ever needed.
Crumbles prefers to expand his imagination through yoga, lucid dreams, prayer and meditation.
His first taste of spice was over a nest of indica bud bic-ed from above for the vapors.
He and kid_eternity were due to meet a delegation in social regions.
While waiting for the subway train things started moving in and out of each other like in an acid journey.
Crumbles resisted the urge to panic.
He goes back to being high. Life is good. Life is familiar.
Clearly spice is not to be treated flippantly.
kid_eternity: "you have no clue."
Crumbles thinks he has a clue. But... Hmm...
That sensation dissipated after a matter of minutes.
What could possibly be at the end of that tunnel?
Fast forward a week or so.
Crumbles sits on the bed of kid_eternity.
He is holding a glass bong named Four Aces.
The bong is filled with about a cup and a half of water.
kid_eternity measures a 50mg serving of spice and places it in the smoking chamber.
Crumbles begins to inhale as kid_eternity lights the torch a few inches below the glass bowl.
The vapor begins and he takes a modest hit but something is not right.
Breathing might be off.
The spice has burned too quickly.
Crumbles lies back on the bed enjoying pronounced acid effects.
Giggling and subtle visuals are all that ensue. Everything is still more or less there.
kid_eternity: let’s try again.
Crumbles: Yes, let’s.
kid_eternity: you’ll know when you get there.
Crumbles: Okay.
This time the breathing is measured and gradual, like dragging a joint rather than ripping a bong.
Counterintuitive, yes, but kid_eternity this time coaxes the burn with the torch much more delicately.
This 50 mg of spice burns just as the pair needs.
Crumbles reminds himself that all will be well. He is safe.
He approaches the bong as kid_eternity lights the torch.
Three good hits are the supposed dosage.
Let’s start with one. Okay, that was nice and milky. Exhale.
Whoah there, Crumbles.
By the time he is approaching the bong for his second hit, he can already feel his corporeal shell beginning to swell and fracture.
The acid effects are remarkably pronounced.
kid_eternity's face and voice are the only comforting elements in this intense experience; though even at this point, kid_eternity has begun to melt away like waffle batter or a Van Gogh painting.
He changes color but is still relatively recognizable.
kid_eternity appears reptilian and yet equine at the same time.
Are dinosaurs reincarnated as horses? Are we? Are we extinct?
(Crumbles is now awash with childlike whimsy)
He returns to the bong at kid_eternity's behest but by the time he inhales he has forgotten about the concept of breath, body and identity altogether.
The bong has turned from white to gold to purple and telescoped into an amorphous conglomeration of geometric shapes.
Crumbles is no longer in control.
He cannot hold the bong; his hands are turning to salt and his entire body is beginning to ebb away from his soul.
He remembers exhaling that second hit, looking in kid_eternity's general direction and recalls that “you’ll know when you get there.”
Oh.
That was the last earthly thought to go through his head.
Crumbles collapses on the bed and expunges through a wormhole into infinite light. At that moment he is in all moments.
He IS all moments.
Time is suspended. Matter is rejected.
Never - even in years of lucid dreaming - has any truth appeared so profound, so simple and so perfect.
Crumbles has taken flight into the uberverse.
By the moment Crumbles gains any awareness of what was happening he is propelled forward accompanied by a siren-like wall of sound that stretched and bent as inexplicably as the visuals.
What he sees before him - nay, all around him - is an eternal multidimensional chess board; the visual spread forth from him.
In all directions and all dimensions there were gold and black squares spread out in a tapestry.
In what can most accurately be described as the “Narnia moment,” i.e. that split-second in which Crumbles recognized and approved of what was happening around him, a great omniscient eye opened before him that he recognized as the god force.
In an instant all the squares became eyes as well, all floating squinting blinking.
Scrutinizing the purity of the soul.
Crumbles now knows what the mystics say when they refer to “the moment of judgment.” In that moment all his faults, apprehensions, feelings of guilt and embarrassment were revealed and banished as the lies they are. The realization: none of this matters!
Women’s affection? Doesn’t matter.
Parents’ approval? Doesn’t matter.
Income level? Doesn’t. Fucking. Matter.
Crumbles’ soul was approved and purified. All the evil disbanded and the eyes came down from “on high” to welcome Crumbles into their midst. Never before or since has love been reciprocated as it was when Crumbles was loved by the god force.
This was utter euphoria.
Remember when you were a kid and you implored your mom/dad/babysitter to just quit tickling you?
But you enjoyed laughing so you kinda loved the feeling and secretly hoped they wouldn’t stop? Remember that?
This was that to an indescribable degree.
This was a high beyond all highs, all catharses, all orgasms.
This was heaven.
What happened next was similarly bewildering.
Crumbles felt himself projected into a new body. Well, it wasn’t really a body so much as a wormhole: bright putty-like goo that was both a part of Crumbles and a part of the new world he explored.
He realized he had a ground-level view of this environment, a museum-like realm with many different pathways and he was slowly pawing his way along, like a newborn baby learning to walk.
The images were bright and wonderful and seemed somewhat familiar though no earthly faces made themselves visible.
But he realized quickly that he was not alone in this universe.
Crumbles had playmates… kittens!
If ever there was evidence for astral projection or reincarnation it can be found right in this phase: upon interacting with the cats, Crumbles realized he too was in the feline form.
Again laughter and delight overwhelmed him.
He approved of his surroundings and he relished in the malleable nature of his “wormhole goo” as well as the cat camaraderie.
Again Crumbles has an epiphany: kid_eternity was able to take his visor off while he was in hyperspace.
Crumbles opens his eyes for the first time.
What he sees amuses him to no end. There is kid_eternity sitting in the same place but only his face is visible.
The world around him appears to be a multi-colored network of interconnected circuitry and lenses.
Crumbles was gazing through many many opaque layers, laughing uncontrollably.
He was the CPU looking back at kid_eternity, the user at the keypad. Haha.
Our hero now opens and closes his eyes, vacillating between the cat world and the computer-animated reality.
The eternal self communicating with the corporeal brain? Wild stuff.
This was the last OBE type of revelation that enveloped Crumbles before he passed through another body rush of the heavenly love and back into his mortal shell.
He returned to earth from the astral realm feeling like he had just had a satisfying shower, a de-lousing for the soul.
Crumbles was shaking with ringing in his ears. He was tingly and cold, but relishing the afterglow.
kid_eternity welcomed him back to the world as the room re-assembled itself. Though synapses were rendered relatively impotent for another five minutes, three thoughts immediately permeated Crumbles’ consciousness:
(1) When did the cats come in? (kid_eternity keeps two cats in his apartment) Crumbles actually thought he was interacting with the cats from real life. kid_eternity answered: “Never. They can’t take the smell of the smoke.” Wow. Talk about vivid.
(2) Does everyone’s essence get approved so quickly? These were not explicitly “aliens” or “machine elves” in this vision; they appeared as “eyes” and they intensely dissected the innermost depths of Crumbles’ soul before dispelling all the darkness and affirming the light.
(3) Can Crumbles find other travelers in the wormhole, using the connective tissue, the gooey circuitry? Can travelers summon souls that have passed from the earthly realm? Friends? Family?
THANKS TO THE FELLOW TRAVELERS WHO HAVE PROVIDED THIS FORUM AND TAKEN TIME TO READ THESE WORDS.
LOOKING FORWARD TO HEARING YOUR THOUGHTS.
ALL IS LOVE.
TTFN
Crumbles
