There were several trips where I found myself not on earth. Not as far as I could tell. The first happened one evening when I was tripping my junior year (a weekend, as usual), couple tabs, and I had my pot and porn, like always. I looked out the window, and it was suddenly not Pittsburgh. It was suddenly not earth. The sky was completely red, the buildings were black, with an architecture of cold claws, sinister and dark. There were bars on my window. In Pittsburgh, there were no bars on my window.
I thought I had died and gone to Hell (not that that hadn't happened before...). I really believed it. I despaired, though I was not really suffering in any way. Then there was something that contacted me, with something of a golden, yellow glow. It helped me press with my will to escape, and I felt it... that I would do anything to get out, out of that place. There was then, opposite the glow, that voice/feeling like when I had my most intense trip, that I would be born again as an old homeless man on some anonymous street corner, but I didn't care.
And then I was out. I looked out my window, and it was Pittsburgh at night again. This made me realize something. Something about perhaps what the real Hell must be like. As I said, even though I did not suffer, I had to get out. I realized later about suicidal thoughts I might have, that whatever my problems here on earth, that something much, much worse awaited those who thought to escape.
Other people have seen the phenomenon I have described. They call it the Black Iron Prison.
SAMMY
4:11am sunday, 9th june
The wages of sin is death. I know the feeling of wanting so bad to escape. The terror inside, feeling trapped. The urgency to be any place but where you are at a moment. I have experienced a place with no air, suffocation. Literally. Plants and animals were at their death. Merely poisions in the air. I would go out side to smoke and my head and stomach felt as if they would explode. It made me think it was my end, the worlds end. I really saw what we humans were doing to kill ourselves and this earth. In reality we make our own hell.
Dan
11:39pm tuesday, 26th august
Wow i know the feeling of despair all too well. I suffer from very intense night terrors. They usualy involve incredibly evil and uncomprehendably huge things and problems. Usually somehow caused by me. The fear i feel is beyond fear of death its something far worse, and i cant stop it. Its my hell. Its nice to know im not the only one who suffers from the complexities of the human subconcious.
SAMMY
Dan