That sweet summer morning as the dew glistened and the suns rays begin to blanket the land I came across the alien fungus patch that would be the key to my connection to the subconscious communication I hold with my alter ego on that diztant and dark planet milleniums away.
That sweet summer morning as the dew glistened and the suns rays begin to blanket the land I came across the alien fungus patch that would be the key to my connection to the subconscious communication I hold with my alter ego on that diztant and dark planet milleniums away.
I ate about 2 1/2 ounces that morning of the psilocybe cubensis speciez with no doubts that I was going to reach that level 5. Good ! god as I road my bike for 45 minutes and the cars became metal beasts , and the buildings became housings for deadend senses in a world of lost souls and controlled inhibited thought. I had to escape this reality and return to the organik mesh that was calling my inner being, pulling my every blood vessel and seccet nerve ending into the florida jungle filled with absolute chaotic breathing writhing teeth sharpening creatures. Besides I wanted to know what sacred world that pointy eared sharp skinned elf was escaping too!
Oh, so into the woods i fled by myself with my book bag of goodies I always carry with me on my trips. Upon arriving in the maleleuca forest (living stuck creatures whose flesh was peeling holding onto that peice of earth with there jutting root fingerz) I noticed that if I stopped for a moment and tried to sit down and relax, the intestinal gaseous creatures within me began to chew holes out of my body and let the surrounding chaos flood in. So i walked in circles for another 40 mins, learning the lesson that "change is good" and the world will tidal wave in on you if you STOP. Once the mushrooms dissolved into my blood stream , the euphoria began to set in. A feeling that made the sides of my smiling grin rip sides up above my cheek bone past my head and latch onto the suns rays from up above. This was an amazing feeling as my spirit reached out into the surronding world. I was ready to start my exploration into my inner depths and begin conversing with my own subconscious mind which lie dormant all 18 years of my life.
From the paper tree forest I walked out into an ocean of vines clinging to the earths energy like a baby to her mother. The vines danced and swirled and sang with the infinte life of insects under the bluish succulently sweet swirling clouds up above. And the feeling just kept getting stronger and stronger as I let myslef go and dismissed the sounds of the cars in the distance for the time being. I was Alice In Wonderland, or Zorhannuk on Planet Zorg, or whatever the F i was or wherever the F i was.
I decided i would listen to a new cd i bought earlier that week entitled "RED" by Air Liquide. This CD changed my outlook on life forever, because after that I never was the Same Matthew anymore. Track1--Entitled Interactive warlords, caused a dark storm cloud to begin to brew on the horizon, the hizzez and pops as static and energy began to tear holes in the sky up above, two creatures --gods in my eyes began to fight with lightining and clash and thrash with each other throwing there drums and clawed handz at each other. The clouds bursting into the inner depths of my mind as I sat there amazed at the scene unfolding in front of me. The realization that there are people from other planets living on earth today protecting mankind with there synthesizers and acid sharpened minds. I began to feel as if i myself was one of these creatures of raw nature unleashed in human form. I reached within my bag unknowingly and opened my blank sketchbook in that garden of the gods.
Song 2 rolled around and took me up above the clouds, where the planes where flying and cradles of heaven were rocking and flight with birds was possible , and the third eye within my head began to open within myself , and within the skies up above. There in the sky , I looked myself in the eyes, as the pen began translate the hidden messages inscribed upon the swirling bliss, like a finely woven handerkercheif created by creatures hiding within the clouds, these creatures understood the intricately carved ornate heavenly powers of nature. They spoke the language of enlightement, they sang the songs of enlightenment, the created the pictures of enlightenment, for me up there in the clouds and told me to draw with them. My hand was guided by these creatures of the chaos, these gods of the spiritworld, the knowers of black and white magick. I captured it all on paper just as they told me too, and upon glancing down , I saw the beautiful swirling heavens on the paper!!
Song three kicks in with a psychotic rambling german mad man going "und dath utth ladda ooooda da dah da lashdakka datta etcccc etccc" laughing at me babbling at crazt thoughts of insanity telling me to grow an outer exoskelton and to use that exoskelton as protection so that i may lash out like a wild beast into surrounding world and phreeek da funkdafied peoples minds just like mine was being freaked...
it told me to draw a dark city under the clouds on the page and the city i constructed was a city where these acid beasts may live and thrive and build more cities like the one i was drawing on the page..
by song 4 i was all wrapped up in cords from the earphone and my new hands began to reach out to the cypress dome of death looming on the horizon, my mind said it would be dangerous to go there , but the song was telling me to go there and see what other types of creatures live in such putrid smelling swamps, i wanted to smell that putridness and cover my self in the mud that lie in the knees of the dead trees. the music was still playing and i could hear it as my body flew freely over the organic ocean of vines and i jumped around swinging my knife named "blackbeards reavenge" i was an absoulut raving lunatic melting under the sun with no control or inhibition of control , my skeleton was alive , my flesh was non existent, my eyes were beady orbs twisitng in my nervous systemic peircing mess. I had no more control , the music was playing yet it was 300 feet away from me, my mind was conversing with the alien spirits locked within the trees chanting there sweet smelling garbage harmony. My hands were the roots of the trees reaching into the earth and the sky , but i was free to cover terrain unlike my druidic spirited organic freindz.
I recall screaming at the top of my lungs at the sounds of society "You F***ers, you killed my spirit, you made me hide my soul , you stole my inner essence , I remember telling imaginary people in the woods that if they were there to go away , because I was a raving lunatic who Ate Lots of mushrooms LOTS OF F***** mushrooms, I am Alive, I fear nothing , I am dangerous now please leave me B. I Screamed at the tops of my lungs as my skin melted off my face and crawled into the dirt, and my heart beat blackness and the spikes grew out of my skin.
I was transforming into an extraterrestrial existence right here on planet earth, in a jungle of chaos ripping at my mind like blades sharpening in some sick butchers shop of horrors. It felt good , it really felt good. I remeber thats when i picked my surname as to what I would be called here on earth, they would call me "Thee Unthuziast"
At what might have been my peak, I went back to my book to try and draw some more of what I was being warped in and out of, I tried so hard for what seems an eternity to put on the next cd , but found myslef here then there, melting under the sun , then dissolving into the shades that called my names. "Thee Unthuziast" "Matt Xavier" "Thee Unthuziast"
Ahhhhhhhhh! I could die out here! I had no control, I was conversing with the trees and the clouds , but they werent trees or clouds, they were hidden undergrothic phatazming spirits pulling at my mind in every direction...Limitless directions...I remember flashing in and out of energetic existences, traveling like beams of light from random location to random location , seeing my bookbag , and all the cds and sketchbook , get up and walk away.. The spirits showed me a city in the trees made of gems encrusted with patterns sharpened like razor blades hanging onto the clouds like godly thrones on earth, or whatever this planet I was on is called. The faces were inside my hands gnashing there teeth screaming to be let out , screaming for freedom, screaming for acknowlegment. They were being fed by mother natures organic veins, within myself and the trees around me. Dark cypress trees , dead alein bodies, gem encrusted clouds with dwarves hammering away in the distance, birds flying holes through the sky, screeches of monstrsity coming from all around me as I danced to music that wasnt even playing anymore!! Then I hit level 5, my spirit physically left my body as I broke down the organik patterns more and more mental bodybuilding my brain into a beast of horrendous power. Who was I , what was I? Human---thats just a lable. To be labled is to be conformed into a creature that has boundaries , the creature that I was had no boundaries, I was boundless, I was timeless, I was existence. The spirit kept getting farther and farther away from my body as my constitution faded away with my body lying there on the ground in a helpless state. The spirit stopped and looked back at me for a moment and my body wasnt ready to let go, so it sucked that spirit back in , a very startling experince and wake up call as I thrashed chaotically banging around in the paper trees breathing grasping onto my skin, the wind blowing in my head wanted anything to get to that quiet corner of the earth, my skull had been split apart and reconstructed again. I was alive again.
The rest of the trip was me gathering my thoughts drawing , writing down my experinces in the underworld. The creatures of darkenss had spoken to me, the suns rays had melted my physical form, my energetic existence had taken quite a beating.
After all , I was thee unthuziast. Muwah hah hah hah, Thee Unthuziast is here to draw that land of Transcendetnalism, where the most horrid is beautiful, and vice versa. I was abducted by the spirits of time , washed by the waves of existence, Ingested by the fruit of ye Godz.
I came out of those woods as the moon loomed in the sky with my new form of vision, my new exoskelton, and my sharpened mind of disbelief. The only thing that was going to stop me from getting home was myself. Yet the realization that I was HOME, was even more intriguing.
Dont sit in your rooms staring at the walls, get out there and entwine yourselves within the clutches of earths existence, dance with the aleinz that beckon you, give into your inhibitons and look out into the stars looming up above and realize that those stars are somewhere within YOU.
I had another simliar experience of such exponential strentgh when I encountered a place of amazing spiritual growth that my body led me too, that place was in the form of a seven pointed star carved out of the earth as real as day, but I will save the story for another day, b/c I am still learning more about this seven pointed star myself, and the powers locked within it.
Your loving friend Thee Unthuziast- Architect Of the Templez of Krag on Planeot Zorg :) Happy trails , you will see the artwork one day, I promise.
