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Incredible effin story
    #5495526 - 04/09/06 03:10 AM (17 years, 9 months ago)

Hey guys, I stumbled across this story just a while ago. It's in-fucking-credible.
I'd really like to share it with you.
To save you the trouble of leaving the shroomery browser, I'll post it here... but I absolutely must give credit to it's author; Matthew Moon. His web site address is: http://www.angelfire.com/emo/moony/ if you like this story....

Fiction.... I think! :wink:



On Earth
          "Have a good day at school," my mother says, as I walk out the front door.
          Fat bloody likely.
          I walk to the corner of Utah Parkway, sit on a bench, and wait for the public transportation to take me to my first day of a brand new academy. Seven different schools in the past three years thanks to my parents, who keep jumping from one government project to another. They're out to save the world and out to ruin my life in the process.
          The public transportation vehicle pulls up. I board the PTV and find a place to stand among the crowd of passengers before the vehicle explodes at a rapid speed to the next stop. In four minutes twenty-two seconds, I am off the PTV and walking through the entrance of Jerusalem and Bethlehem Academy, which is named after two famous chemists or some shit.
          On the first day, I always feel like a guinea pig with the teacher going, "Class, we have a new student. Please welcome, Moon." That and my new peers' false kindness makes me wanna crawl into a hole and perish.
          And this is exactly what happens on the first day. By the third of eight academic sessions, my nerves are killing me so between the third and fourth session, I sneak outside and smoke an emergency joint that I stashed in my bookbag this morning.
          The rest of the day is tolerable but by no means ideal. I go home in the afternoon and head straight to my bedroom to lose myself in books. Around 8:34 PM, I laugh at a thought that wanders into my head that notices how pathetic my existence is. It's so pathetic that I'm always trying to escape it with either literature or mind-altering substances.
          The second day at a new school is usually sucky. The people have seen your face and they'll possibly see it for the rest of their schooling days. You're boring now. With that in mind, I eat two hits of d-lysergic acid diethylamide between the toast and eggs my mother makes me for breakfast. Throughout the second day of school, I find my brain occupied with the shapes that are forming and reforming on the floor.
          I feel wonderful thanks to the LSD despite a lack of social contact and go home to make myself some dinner. Soon enough, it's dark outside and my brain is too scattered to read so I eat the two chocolate psilocybin mushrooms I brought from Yorkshire and hid in a pair of socks. Soon enough, the hallucinogenic drugs have taken control and I wander outside to meet clear skies. And though this is probably a fallacy?our planet's two lunar satellites have never looked more amazing that tonight.
          I walk to a secluded park and lay in the grass to enjoy the night sky. I lay there for hours, enraptured in the celestial beauty. But eventually the drugs get a little less intoxicating and I rise and walk home.
          But on the walk home, I encounter a male peer I recognize from Jerusalem and Bethlehem Academy.
          "Hey," he says, "you're the new kid. Moon, right?"
          "Yes," I say.
          "Well, you probably don't know but my name is Jesus."
          "Cool."
          We talk for a short while before he gives me an odd look.
          "Are you on something?" he asks.
          I must have said something stupid.
          "It's cool, buddy. I do drugs too."
          I pause. I nod slowly. "Yeah," I say. "I ate some mushrooms a little while ago."
          "Seriously?"
          I nod again. "Yeah, I was bored and wanted to gaze at the satellites and stars."
          Jesus smiles. "That's fuckin' awesome! So you're into psychedelics?"
          "Yeah, I like 'em."
          "How about cocaine?"
          I skew my face. "I dunno. I've tried it a few times but I don't like it very much. It's a cool buzz but I hate how my brain totally shuts down. I can't think. I dunno. Sorry."
          His smile is showing teeth and he's shaking his head. "Don't be sorry! That's awesome. I was gonna cry if you were just another fuck up."
          I don%uE5B9 totally understand what he means but I say nothing.
          "What are you doing for the rest of the night?" he asks.
          "Nothing planned."
          "Wanna hang out at my house?"
          I know nothing about this kid. He could be a psychotic violent rapist for all I know. But I consider my alternative, which is sitting in my empty bedroom and staring at the barren walls, and I agree to go hang out.
          "Can I borrow your MCD?" I ask. "Mine hasn't been reconfigured since moving."
          "Yeah, no problem." Jesus hands me the Mobile Communication Device and I send a message to my parents to let them know where I'm going. My mother responds that she's happy I'm making friends and to have fun.
          We go to Jesus' house and he introduces me to his parents, who are staring at a projection screen. We then go to his bedroom and he eats some DXM pills.
          "Do you have anymore of those?" I ask.
          "Yep. I can have anything you'd ever want in half-an-hour."
          "Anything?"
          "Yep. I have a very good friend, who has very good connections. Want some?" He extends a palm full of DXM pills.
          "No thanks. I'll probably ask for some when these mushrooms wear off some more."
          "And when you ask, you shall receive."
          Jesus then puts on some music I've never heard but will hear more of in the future and then shows me tons and tons of artwork he's created throughout his fifteen years of existence. I'm honestly amazed by what he's done with oil paints, watercolors, crayons, clay, pencils, and who knows what else some of that stuff was made with. Many of his works seem to have amazingly captured the seemingly indescribable visions and emotions one has in the heavy intoxication of a psychedelic drug.
          "Wow," I say. "This is really fucking incredible."
          "You don't have to lie to me," Jesus says. "My inner ego is invincible. Whether you personally like it or not will have zero effect on my future art."
          "But I do think it's awesome. I have never seen anything like this."
          He smiles. "Seriously?"
          I nod.
          "The arts department at the academy think it's garbage."
          "Well, then they are absolutely morons."
          I look through more and more work until a single oil painting nearly stops my breathing.
          "What is this?" I ask.
          "That's my attempt at expressing the purpose of existence on Earth."
          My eyes nearly pop out of my skull. "You've been on Earth?"
          He smiles. "Several times. My good friend has one."
          My jaw drops. "You're a lying fuck."
          He shakes his head. "Nope. I speak the truth. You will see tomorrow."
          "But those things are like impossible to get."
          "Yep, they indeed are."

          I eat some DXM a little later and we spend the entire night doing artwork in his room. My artistry pales in comparison to Jesus' shit but I don't mind. I am simply thrilled to create and attempt to express indescribable emotions. The night feels deep and we have intimate conversations about existence and purpose and all sorts of things that strangers, or even best friends, simply don't discuss.
          In the morning when it's time to head to the Academy, Jesus shoves something in my hands.
          "Eat this," he says.
          "What is it?"
          "Croutah."
          My bulging eyes pop out of my skull and I put them back after picking them off the floor. He laughs and eats his.
          "I think I'm really happy I met you," I say before eating some Croutah.

          School has never been so full of maddening wonder. It might me that I'm a failure as a writer but there's no way to properly describe that day of school.

          After school, I'm still totally out of my head. Life is beautiful. Jesus walks with me to a place I don't know and into a house I've never seen before. We walk into a living room and I find four guys lounging on three couches set in a U-shape with a coffee table in the middle.
          "Hey Jesus. Whose your friend?" The question comes from the dark-skinned fellow with dreadlocks, who has a glass bong cradled in his lap.
          "God, this is my friend, Moon," Jesus says. "He just recently moved here from Yorkshire."
          "Damn. That's far off," God says.
          I nod. Jesus says, "Yeah. He's a good kid. We've been having a blast and have been out of our heads for the past day."
          I fail to mention that, for me, it's been over a day and a half.
          "He's into psychedelics," he adds.
          The guy in a baseball cap laughs. "Glad you found another freak, Jesus. Now you have a friend."
          A very skinny shaved-head kid laughs. Then he pulls out a vial from a pocket and dumps the contents on the table. With a credit card that seems to have already been much used, he separates a few lines of what appears to be cocaine.
          He presses his nose on the coffee table and snorts two of the lines. Mr. Baseball Cap snorts the other two.
          "Meet Adolph," Jesus says point to the shaved-head kid, "and Caesar." He points to Mr. Baseball Cap.
          "Hey guys," I say. They wipe their noses and stare at me.

          We sit down and spend the next hour or so smoking marijuana from God's glass water bong. We enjoy life. These new friends of mine are very interesting folks. God, the dark-skinned dreadlock fellow is Jesus' "good friend" who can supply any mind-altering substance known. And his sale of these products is how he affords the house we're inside.
          At some point, Jesus' says, "We should let Moon try Earth."
          "Do you think he's ready?" God asks.
          "He's been doing hardcore psychedelics since his twelfth birthday over three years ago."
          "Yeah, but you know it's not the same."
          I interrupt. "What's it like?"
          God shakes his head. "You can't even imagine. You know how you escape from the world with LSD and Croutah and shit? Well, this is a total escape. You basically are reborn into a constantly evolving tiny world that seems so real that you can barely remember your real life. You go through all the normal changes of growing up and you live an entire life in Earth-time. It's so fucking nuts."
          "How long is it in real time?" I ask.
          "You're gone for about a week."
          "How many times have you done it?"
          He laughs. "More times than I care to count. Haven't done it in a while though. It gets somewhat old after a while. Plus, I thought I was losing my mind."
          "Psychological risks?"
          "Oh yeah. Plus, I was having trouble remembering what happened on Earth and what happened in the real world."
          "Damn?
          Adolph, the shaved-head monkey, laughs. "That's only because you took things too seriously. You started caring about the people on Earth. That was your first mistake."
          Jesus nudges me. "Adolph prides himself in being the mastermind behind numerous genocides on Earth."
          "You make it sound like I'm a bad person because I had a lot of fun."
          "You're a sick fuck, Adolph. Who finds killing millions of people to be fun?"
          Caesar slowly raises his hand, which sends him and Adolph into a fit of giggles.
          "You two miss the whole point of psychedelic substances," Jesus says.
          "Whatever," Adolph says. "You take things way too seriously. I just wanted to experience things that I could never or would in the real world."
          "Such as how you recently manipulated millions of people to attempt to exterminate millions of other people in economic-friendly death camps?"
          Adolph smiles. "I'm so flattered that you listen to my stories."
          "You're a sick fuck."
          "Oh give me a break, Jesus. It's not like those people were real or something."
          I interrupt the hostility. "But Jesus," I say, "what have you done while on Earth?"
          "I tried to save their world. To enlighten the masses so their future offspring can live better lives."
          Adolph starts gagging as if he's about to vomit. "Give me a break. What a waste of time. You tried so hard and did you change anything? Nope. All you did was help start wild factions where the dumbass Earthlings totally fucked up your message and purpose. They told wild stories of you having superpowers and added ridiculous superstitions. You failed every time! As Confucius, Jesus, and whoever the fuck."
          "Muhammad."
          "That's right. And your whole attempt to save the fake world just gave Earthlings more ways to rationalize senseless violence."
          "Shut up!"
          "What you gonna do, psychedelic boy?"
          "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" God shouts. Silence follows. Everyone is looking at the floor except God.
          "So how did you get a hold of Earth?" I ask God. "I mean, only the top scientists on the planet are capable of creating it."
          "My older brother got it a little over a year ago. Really shady situation involving extortion, theft, and my brother winding up dead."
          "Oh my Lourence. I'm so sorry, God."
          He shrugs. "It was his own damned fault. But there's no point in discussing it. He ended up getting it and as a result of his death, it came into my hands."
          I pause. "So I guess I'm wondering?can I try it?"
          God nods. "Yes, you may. But I hope you realize what you're getting into."
          "I do." I really don't but I want to find out. I want to experience something that most people will never know. I want to be special.
          God stands up, as does Jesus and I. "This way," he says and we follow him up a long staircase into a small attic. The small attic merely contains a projection screen and what appears to be a closet in the corner.
          "Well, it's pretty simple." God says. "You swallow a pill, go through that door, and wait until you're on Earth. And while you're on Earth, we will probably watch what goes on with this projection screen."
          I shake my head in disbelief. "This is unreal."
          "All drugs are unreal. That's why we do 'em."
          I laugh. He hands me a small light blue pill. I look at it for a moment before tossing it down my throat.
          "Try to do something useful, Moon," Jesus says. "Don't waste the experience on stupid bullshit."
          God then takes me by the wrist and leads me to the door. He opens it and I step inside. And soon, I'm drowning in the darkness.
          Here I go.




November 21st, 2003


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: indica]
    #5495533 - 04/09/06 03:22 AM (17 years, 9 months ago)

Son of a bitch

They took my idea

Oh well, nothing's original anymore anyways


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: indica]
    #5495561 - 04/09/06 04:01 AM (17 years, 9 months ago)

:shocked:

Wow.
Excellent read!

That one really leaves you wondering...


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: Sifika]
    #5495774 - 04/09/06 07:24 AM (17 years, 9 months ago)

I'll admit, when I first started reading it, the beginning was soo full of "my life is pointless" "my existance is pathetic" bullshit I actually stopped reading it and almost brushed it off as more highschool "I'm soo depressed" writting. Fortunately I actually read some of the posts below it and decided to finish it. The idea was good, damn good, there were a few parts I found maybe a little cheesy, but overall it was an interesting read, probably something I should have gotten stonned for though


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: StickyWater]
    #5495887 - 04/09/06 08:25 AM (17 years, 9 months ago)

You know, I've always wondered whether something like that might be true. I've had trips where I lived what I think was at least one separate lifetime, and I totally forgot about my "real" life. When I started to come down, I had a flash of a memory of reality, and I thought to myself, "Oh, shit! I have to go back to that, don't I?" I wonder if what we perceive to be real is nothing more than yet another illusion.


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: indica]
    #5496675 - 04/09/06 02:01 PM (17 years, 9 months ago)

Very nice story, damn that is cool.


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: Triad]
    #5496775 - 04/09/06 02:36 PM (17 years, 9 months ago)

the ending sent chills up my spine it was so good


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: Triad]
    #5496836 - 04/09/06 02:52 PM (17 years, 9 months ago)

:thumbup:
i liked how he used all the social context to the drugs... brilliant!


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Re: Incredible effin story [Re: Simisu]
    #5496920 - 04/09/06 03:19 PM (17 years, 9 months ago)

woh


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