This is a narrative I wrote based on what I saw Saturdaynight when I took 2 hits of acid and 840 mgs of DXM. To sum it up, I saw my own creation and the creation of the world from aword spoken by "God", in reverse and then forward again.
It was a dready evening, going on eight'o'clock. The rainwater dripped off the edge of te awning, adding to the mud puddle below. The sky was filled with dark macabre clouds, and lightening flashes lit up the firmament. Thunder roared in the distance, causually drowning out the sound of the crickets' vigilant chirping.
He took a drag off his cigarette, taking in the rich smoke, and exhaled a cloud of ecscaping ringlets of burning matter. The moths danced around the single candle, attracted to it like a fiend to his opium pipe.
The wind started to pick up, and howled as it blew through the tall pine trees. The thunder grew closer and heavier, and suddenly the sky grew brighter from the lightening's strikes. It began to drizzle rain, and the crickets grew silent.
He felt the cool breeze as the rain grew heavier. His eardrums rattled from the crashing sounds in the sky.
Inside, he lay on is bed, his head resting on a soft white pillow. The raindrops hit the window in an irrythmic tempo, and slid down slowly.
He could hear the distant thunder, but he had drifted off, in his head, to a distant, far-off land. In this dream world, the beauty of the azure was tremendous, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Blue birds sang a song of the triumph of the rays of the sun glorifying the earth.
The green grass exhlted a fresh smell of springtime, and the butterflies flew about without a care. THe wispering wind cooled off the land, even under the heat of the sun.
The word 'utopia' came into his mind. He felt that this "dream world" was so far away, yet he knew he had been there many times before. This was a place of rest, yes so full of vigor. The rolling hills, the green plains, the clear streams and thier supplemental tributaries.
He found an axiom in the misty mountains' height; beauty and wonder grow exponentially with size. He ws a speck of dst compared to the huge body before him.
In the distance, a soft song was sung by the celestial bodies above him. When he looked up to the sky, it was night, and the firmament had turned dark. There were many bright stars within the infinitley extending matrix of space.
He tried to count the many bodies above him, but the galaxy was too massive. And under the mass of the infinitley body of Nuit, the whole universe, as he percieved it, imploded and turned inside-out.
As he spiraled through a hole in space and time, he saw the universe again, but not from the same perspective. The sun went around the earth, and the earth around the moon.
As he floated around in black nothingness, he began to see flashing images; he saw scenes from his life. They went backwards, starting at the most recent time and going backwards to scenes of him as a baby.
To his amazemenr, it went back even farther than that. He saw himself in the uterus, then as an egg, and then as a collection of molocules. He stared these scenes in amazement, but it wasn't quite over yet.
He watched the molocules break down into atoms, and then he saw the condensing of the universe from the big bang in reverse. Finally everything became one entity, and from there, all the eneregy and the mass of existance converted into a word.
He couldn't understand the meaning of the Word, now what the Word was. He realized then what the word was.
He heard the Word being said once more, only this time it was backwards. As soon as the word was said, creation started over again, and he saw himself from the time of conception, to birth, and throughout the rest of his life up to this point.
When he came to, he realized he had been staring out the window for a long while. The rain had died down, and the wind was now silent. He had gone back in time, and then experienced creatin all over again.
The experience left him speechless. The Death of the dream left him in a reality unreal, and he lay in slumber while awake to the dawning of the sun.
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