Citation: Trevor G.. "Nine Digit Tea: An Experience with Brugmansia (exp76984)". Erowid.org. Jul 22, 2010. erowid.org/exp/76984
There was boiling water and Nine Digits within it.
The Air was Poison and Sense was Long Gone.
I had swallowed my own distortion and soon my body died........
Time was Empty and I was dead, The Sky was Hollow and Painted in Red.
A cigarette slipped down my fingertips, I tried reaching it but…there was nothing there.
Will the house burn down? Along with my feet? Was there really a cigarette in the first place?
Those questions came as fast as they blurred, making it even harder for my lifeless black eyes to focus on.
As if trying to understand a nightmare by its very essence and within its roots…our entire soul witnessing the end.
The lack of strength made it difficult to stand…
The absence of reason made it difficult to believe…
And the Redness made it impossible to observe.
Standing in the hall, watching them watching me. There, at the very end.
Covered in red skin, puking the words and watching the letters come out…
Quiet! I recall screaming at the 6-foot tennis shoe insect… but still he wasn't talking at all, and still I couldn’t hear myself saying a word.
Where am I?
Answer me! My Dearest friend.
Aren’t you here? Aren’t you home? Still... No answer at all.
Red turned to black and the day into night. Everything that came alive came in grey and the loss of life was painful even for the damned.
And there she was... dressed up in yellow, with a sand clock in one hand and an apple in the other. No face at... just a veil and the black halo in which she stood.
There was silence all along, her image and nothing more.
There was nothing within me, not a tear, not a gesture, not a word…not ever a breath.
And then she spoke…
The orange panorama was sat in a breath.
This Dark Enlightenment,4 this pure mistake.
Judging Voices calling out the Devil Seed she placed within...The Dark Gift of Knowing how it feels like to set foot on Hell.
There were people all around me, People from the Past, People from the Future.
People I was trying to focus on...but they all went back to their source.....
Now the Sun was Gone and She came from Within.
The Tree found us and we gave in....A mistake of big repentance but Still the Daylight
..…you weren't there and neither was I...
Just the smell of boiling flowers and the memories of April’s mist.
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