Fear and Loathing in India: Part IV
It had been about a month since I had been in the Sadhus presence, since then, I had become tan, traded my shoes for sandals, and had experienced a stomach shrinking of epic proportions, the equivalent of a quarter of a hamburger from a McDonald’s dollar menu would now fill me up. On my belt hung a masterfully crafted Indian knife, which was sharp enough to go through almost anything with the lightest touch.
I sat by a fire, on a bed of ground, and, as I thought to myself quietly, I realized something, for the first time in my life, I was happy, 100% happy, 100% comfortable, 100% at peace. My bed of dirt and leaves was more comfortable than any luxury mattress back home. I decided that it was finally time to take some hallucinogens, I took about 4 hits of T-U-I and 3 of acid, for the first hour after the onset, I stared at the fire, in awe of the sizes, shapes, and colors the fire contorted into. A bed of grass grew around me, in my state, I deemed it necessary to put the fire out before it ignited the grass. In the newly found darkness in the absence of the fire, I noticed a small boy, who had walked out from behind a tree. In his hand was a bow, he was blue from head to toe, he motioned me to follow him, so I grabbed my suitcase and backpack and followed him into the thick brush of the Indian wilderness.
For about an hour, I followed him, until I lost him to the leaves around me. I stumbled into a clearing, I looked up at the moon, it grew larger and larger, until all I could see was a pure white, all around me. I blinked. The boy appeared. I blinked again, the boy was gone, replaced by a world of magnificent colors. I stared at them for hours. They told me a story, of past, present, and future. They spoke to me, I spoke to them, I was happy.
The sun rose a while later. I was in the middle of nowhere. I knew from the position of the sun which way was north, so I started walking.
After about two days of walking through the wilderness, my food and water supplies were completely gone. After 3 days, I was delirious. I decided to take two hits of acid to relieve my cotton mouth. I saw the blue boy again, but, in a blink, he was gone, only to be replaced by my guardian, he knocked on a tree, shook his head, then knocked on another tree, and nodded. I realized something, there would be water in the trees, how stupid could I have been? I drew my knife, and chopped the tree my guardian had nodded to, there was enough inside to drink, I sucked the low flow stream of water for hours. I stumbled onto the trail about 4 days later, still starving without any food, I made my way to the next village on my path. Ready to set out again.
I have a few questions about this material:
-Fact or fiction (if you don’t want to say, I don’t care…I basically don’t think it matters)
-Is this like a full-length novel, because like I said before I would love to have this as one set and read it from cover to cover…it’d be the first book I was eager to read in a long time
@lytning91, I’m hoping to get around to around 40 parts, I don’t know if thats biting off more than I could chew, and it is a true story, but I’ve had to fill in some details and emotions since its based on my drug journal entries and memories.
@thomaschong, dude. That honestly makes it amazing-er. I think between your real life experience and your creativity it will turn out to be a great read. I would love to, per your request (and after it’s completion), create a .pdf for you with nice heads and stuff and all and get it into a really easily distributable form for you.
Obviously, all rights reserved. I’m thankful to even get the glimpse of your experiences. They really are quite amazing.
Tell me when you gonna publish it, please send me one. I really like your journey.
I never take more than 2 hits whatsoever, even with shroom just 1/4th is too much for my mind. You are really brave. I love the story that u did 40 hits accidentally too. That’s so insightful.
@thomaschong, in all the while ive known you, I’d have to say that this is my favorite work of yours yet. I can tell this story will be so epic and the way you set it up is amazing. India is a good place to go find yourself, there are a lot of friendly people there who help out even if they havent much to offer.
Cant wait for part 5 man!
I really enjoyed reading this, I’ve got a long way to go before I would be ready to embark on my own similar journey, but it is great inspiration to keep going and keep searching. I would absolutely buy this story in novel form, just to share it with other people. Nothing is inherently evil about making money, why not give it a shot?