Tripping: An Anthology of True-Life Psychedelic Adventures by Hayes Charles

Author:Hayes, Charles [Hayes, Charles]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Penguin Compass
Published: 2000-10-31T22:00:00+00:00

Kenny

B. 1958

Farmer, hunter, carpenter, electrician, plumber, avid chess player

Resides in South Kona, Big Island of Hawaii

Born and raised in Philadelphia

HOW DO I DIE IF I’M NOT HERE?

I’ve separated from my body a number of times on various substances. My body usually goes limp and just lies on the ground, while my mind goes off to amazing places. But on a few occasions, my body behaved in strikingly bizarre ways, according to my companions who saw.

One such instance occurred while I was on 5-MeO DMT. The people administering it had a stopwatch and a notebook, using me as a guinea pig for a sort of experiment. I got two good hits off of a pipe. After the second, I told them that it felt very much like garden-variety DMT, but right after I said that, the back of my head exploded visually. I got sucked out through the hole into an amazing trip. The weirdest thing about it was what my body did. I knew what was happening outside my body, but had to rely later on the test administrators’ accounts of what the body itself was doing.

According to them, right after the explosion I looked straight up in the air with a stupid look on my face, fell back, then sat up again and started looking around in a panic. Then they panicked themselves for some twenty minutes, because “Kenny” was gone, leaving only his nervous, bewildered body behind. “Kenny” had never left like that before. When I first heard “him” leave, I wondered, Is “Kenny” coming back? Oh, my God! Am I dead if he doesn’t? My body tried to run, but it had no equilibrium and couldn’t even stand up. I was almost crying. How do I die if “Kenny” isn’t here?

Then I had an out-of-body experience very much like the one I had on ketamine, when I felt as though I’d been thrown into a boiling vat of murky white liquid, where I wasn’t sure I had a physical body. As the bubbles in the liquid, passed by my skin, they grazed my consciousness with emotions and memories. I was able to have eight or ten memories at once, depending on how many bubbles were touching me. After that, it was like an interstellar ride, a satellite buzzing through the cosmos.

When I was back in my body I was sitting on my sofa, asking the test administrators, “How do I know if I’ve smoked this? Have I smoked enough to get high?” They wrote that down and asked, “How did you get on the sofa?” I’d smoked it on the floor. I stopped and thought about it for a second, and right then, everything I did outside the body came rushing in.

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