"I was given what was considered by the (self-identified) K-head to be a 'mild dose'. Within 10 minutes of snorting the line, my head felt incredibly heavy and all sensory input from my body ceased.

I didn't miss my body, and any attempt by me to get anything other than from my eyes or ears, was in vain. Suprizingly, you can hear perfectly well on K. The music is neither enhanced nor distorted in
any way. A familiar tune is a familiar tune and that's that.

'I' became a nose in a swirling soup of atoms. I guess I was a nose cos it still hurt from snorting the K. There was a recognisable pattern to the soup of atoms. If I tried to open my eyes, all that my brain did was use the visual input to form patterns in the soup of atoms - the room was recognisable in some way but then the patterns spun out and I was able to 'see' 360 degrees! I was just a consciousness about the size of a pin head. There was no gravity or sense of direction and I floated and spun in this universe - atoms passing by at hight speed.

Unrecognisable patterns in the soup. The music in the room was replaced by a buzzing - like an old guitar amp - and as the atom souped formed into shapes, a story unfolded.

It relates to my own medically sanctioned experiences of going into or coming out of general anaesthetic. The first of these was when I was two. I had my tonsils out. I remembered the green baloon. I briefly touched on every one of these experiences in my life and came to develope a concious frame of reference for those times when I was in a recovery ward.

And yet, somehow, the remembering, the experience, is all with complete detachment. Not an ounce of emotion, just complete acceptance that this is my current existance which has no beginning and no end.

Spinning, spinning again. Able to open eyes and get more sensory input which my brain just uses to make patterns in the soup again. I'm nauseus. I feel like I've got alcohol poisoning. I'm in shock!

I'm able to feel my body again - but bloody hell - I can't move yet! This fighting to move, more sensory input, more patterns in the soup, a story in the soup, I forget the story, there's that buzzing again and suddenly - I can move and my whole world comes back out of the soup, the atoms forming themselves into the patterns that are the room and the music is clear again - but I'm sick and I
lurch forward and struggle to my feet and to the bathroom to throw up.

My body is jelly and I fall to the floor. I'm brought water and I throw that up too until I gain control of everything and am able to walk and actually say something that was something I actually thought!

T+2 Hours

I'm one of those rare individuals who has a sensitivity to adrenalin. When I go to the dentist, I remind the dentist to use the kind that doesn't include adrenalin (which they put in it to constrict the blood
vessels and so keep the aneasthetic localized)

It is reported that K causes your brain to think that it's dying. If this is the case and one's body produces adrenalin in reaction to the near death experience, then my getting sick is my body's reaction to it's own adrenalin. I gather that most people 'return' to this 'world' relaxed and comfortable if not somewhat physically wasted. "

 

anon., South Africa, 28 January 1999

 

 

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