High phy
11-06-2004, 09:45 PM
Stroy of my Trip to the desert and how i never came back from there
The Main Characters:
The Chilango: Another school mate who turns to be absolutly mad. Junky of almost any drug i had heard of.
High Phy: The Shamanic dancer that bring the holy peyote from his isolation. Stoner and occasional peyote user.
The situation so far:
Last monday and tuesday i went to the desert, get some peyotes and spend the night there. I went with this guy who was into esoteric stuff like me. Or at least thats what i belived.
This guy turned out to be a diabolist. Tried to convince to get into voodoo and santeria, i said "No thanks, my trip its so much lighter"
It was "Dia de los muertos" (The day of the dead) here on mexico and this guy performed rituals to come in contact with extracorporeal Entities.
I said "Dude, you re so damn Wacko man, youre crazy as a llama in fire dancing the polka!". but the guy just keep bringing the subject. And tried to lure me into get stoned out of my senses.
but i was already stoned and we where on the middle of nowhere desert, near to "Tzolkin" (Place for Raves and for peyote hunting) and near also to "Hacienda del Muerto" (Dont know how to translate Hacienda its like a huge ranch, del muerto means "Of the dead"). And thats way far from civilisation.
This diabolist (AKA El Chilango) found no response for his rituals. All night i was at my most skeptic, but how much is that of an enthusiast of astral travel like me? And when the long forgotten peyote i eated entered on scene i was like "WTFFFF, where the hell are you taking me dude? down there looks like the hell, and im an atheist! I dont want to go somewhere i dont belive in!"
Temperature was pretty low at the time, and im asthmatic so i started feeling terrible. I went back dont know how to the bonfire. Thats where i stayed until dawn. At the side of the good fire who was my friend until i left the place, feeling like i wasnt myself anymore, and that i was never going back to be the same.
Maybe someday ill post the end of this story.
The Main Characters:
The Chilango: Another school mate who turns to be absolutly mad. Junky of almost any drug i had heard of.
High Phy: The Shamanic dancer that bring the holy peyote from his isolation. Stoner and occasional peyote user.
The situation so far:
Last monday and tuesday i went to the desert, get some peyotes and spend the night there. I went with this guy who was into esoteric stuff like me. Or at least thats what i belived.
This guy turned out to be a diabolist. Tried to convince to get into voodoo and santeria, i said "No thanks, my trip its so much lighter"
It was "Dia de los muertos" (The day of the dead) here on mexico and this guy performed rituals to come in contact with extracorporeal Entities.
I said "Dude, you re so damn Wacko man, youre crazy as a llama in fire dancing the polka!". but the guy just keep bringing the subject. And tried to lure me into get stoned out of my senses.
but i was already stoned and we where on the middle of nowhere desert, near to "Tzolkin" (Place for Raves and for peyote hunting) and near also to "Hacienda del Muerto" (Dont know how to translate Hacienda its like a huge ranch, del muerto means "Of the dead"). And thats way far from civilisation.
This diabolist (AKA El Chilango) found no response for his rituals. All night i was at my most skeptic, but how much is that of an enthusiast of astral travel like me? And when the long forgotten peyote i eated entered on scene i was like "WTFFFF, where the hell are you taking me dude? down there looks like the hell, and im an atheist! I dont want to go somewhere i dont belive in!"
Temperature was pretty low at the time, and im asthmatic so i started feeling terrible. I went back dont know how to the bonfire. Thats where i stayed until dawn. At the side of the good fire who was my friend until i left the place, feeling like i wasnt myself anymore, and that i was never going back to be the same.
Maybe someday ill post the end of this story.