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since 1999-06-23
Posts 105MEXICAlpan de las tunas |
We arrived at the desert after a 14 hour train ride. The station was located next to small, ghostly town. To the east a huge sierra stretched before us, to every other direction the inmensity of the desert encompassed it all. We where 17 trance hearing, hectic, drug adicted, city-dwellers, not at all familiarized with the easy ways of the few persons that lived there. After jumping off from the train we inmediately looked for a jeep to enter deep into the desert. We where all after peyote, we wanted a cool trip that would entretain us far more than anything we had ever tried. We had no idea what we where getting into. The first night camp was set in a large dried lake bed, almost inmeditely after storing the water (we had brought like 50 gallons) we went out into the wilderness to look for the precious cacti. That night we couldn´t find any. We thought it would be so easy. We where really lost. Next morning I was the last one to get up and everyone was already out in the same quest as yesternight, the sun was already hitting hard when i opened my eyes. I went out and couldn´t find any. Only the carcass of a dead animal (probably a mule) which inspired the thought of a terrible omen. Upon returning i was surprised. Some of the group had found a field and had filled a hat (a very large hat) with plenty of them. They where like candy for hungry kids. I only ate one. some got lost in the desert, others wouldn´t dare leave the camp, some where crying, others singing, i was walking barefooted across the dry lake bed. My feet where filled with spines when i returned, a friend cut his long hair short, another puked a endlesly.the damned trance was never changed from the portable stereo we had brought. Such a party, in the middle of everywhere, and the desert laughed at our stupidity. You meet the desert, whom offers you it´s soul trough the meat of a small cacti. you meet him personally. it wouldn´t be acurate to call it a halucination, for if he chooses you to learn, he lets you know he´s real. Not everyone from the dirty dozen plus five met him. but in the course of three nights some did. I was one of them, yet his name, and what i saw i cannot say. Another friend did too and he stayed insane for around two weeks. You must work for wisdom. It will never arrive by itsel. you must walk in the desert, not rent jeeps at first sight. you must be humble before the awe inspiring power that has baffled humans for centuries, not take from the fruits of earth like disposable garbage, you must suffer and know fear, before you can liberate yourself. I know so little and yet i dare talk about him when i cowered from the mirror he gave me. I hated the horror that had spawned in myself for so long, I was lost, a lost boy clinging to a camp fire or to the laughter of others, desperately clinging to the ego and it´s masks. I was offered a taste of my true self. I couldn´t handle it. we really had no idea, no respect; but the desert laughed, and lashed out at us with such a might that not one of us is the same after that. greetings from the 13th haeven Ixtab bows and asks for the appologies of my masters |
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