Tripping on Animals.

We had been out in the forest raving with nature and her brilliance all night long, we had been dancing, listening to music, smoking joints and taking acid. The night was colorful, and wonderful and beautiful and brilliant. I can remember it like it happened less than 3 minutes ago.

I eventually decided to venture home; I wanted to experience the remaining hours of my trip from my house.  I arrived home a while after leaving the forest. I explored my house, nobody was home to play with. Home alone. Although I was not hungry I thought I should feed my body, as I had not eaten in quite some time.  I opened the fridge not knowing what I wanted to eat, only knowing that I wanted to feed my undernourished body. 

There was a white paper bag inside the fridge with some thing inside of it. I took the bag out of the fridge and opened it up on the kitchen counter, inside was a cooked chicken.  I stared the chicken for a moment or two maybe even three. 

Instantly everything changed. All the beauty there ever was in the world turned to thick darkness. Burning hot flames enclosed me. Oranges, reds, yellows. My hair became possessed with snakes. I had embodied medusa. My snakes were hissing at me. They came from all  sides of my face. There was no escaping them. Hissing. Hissing. Hissing. My snakes were very, very upset with me. The chicken from the white paper bag that I had found in the fridge was far from simply just a chicken anymore. What I saw before me was not a cooked chicken but many, many different animals all that shared one body together each with unique faces of their own. Cheetah, elephant, more snakes, lion, panther, bear, iguana. Every animal you would encounter if you were a Masai warrior in the Masai Mara of Kenya.

I very much freaked out; I threw the ‘chicken’ across the kitchen counter and ran in to the other room to sit by the fire. I knew I had to sit there to calm my snakes down. I had to sit there and mentally explain to them that I was not going to eat the chicken. After a few minutes everything calmed down, my snakes forgave me, I lay on the floor in a peaceful, tranquil state for hours. Occasionally I would cry with joy at how beautiful the world is. I will never forget this moment in time when I momentarily lost my mind. 

I was reminded of this experience that I had one Sunday a few years ago, as a result of something that happened to me today. I had been out for a morning adventure. I woke up, laced up, had a joint on the balcony then was on my way. I had no particular destination in mind as usual, I just felt like rolling with it and seeing where I end up. I was listening to Bob Marley, I was feeling amazing, on top on the world. There was not another human in sight, only people in their cars going to where every they were going too. I ended up walking around for over an hour, I made a few cool discoveries of some graffiti that I had not discovered before. I eventual began to make my way home so that I could do some training in the studio. After some chai tea and body training in the studio I made my way upstairs to my house. I was in the mood to eat a carrot. 
I went to the fridge to grab a carrot and in the fridge was an unfamiliar bag that was not there yesterday. I imdeedianty knew my roommate had been out for dinner and had baught back left over’s. I opened the bag on the kitchen counter to see what goods he had brought home with him. There were 5 different boxes. I opened one as the box was misted thus I could not see clearly into it to know what was inside. I opened it up. Inside there were crab legs. I picked one up to look at it closely. Weird thing to do, I know. Instantly I was taken back to that place I went to when I was tripping on acid in my kitchen on that Sunday morning all those years ago. I felt sick, my body was tingling, I threw the crab’s leg back in to the box and pushed it far away from me. I took a moment to recover from this sickening sight. An unfortunate crab mutilated in a box on my kitchen counter. I threw the crabs legs in the sink. I could see them moving; they were kicking like the used to when they were free. I was repulsed; I could hardly even pick them up to put them in the bin, as these legs were very, very much alive. They were not just legs in my sink anymore; I could see the full on facial features of many crabs all looking at me in shame. I felt guilty putting the crabs legs in the bin, as did I feel more guilty for having them in my fridge. 

Here is to veganism.