a strange adventure
Before I begin: this happened after smoking a spliff. I am a very regular weed smoker, and the following has never happened before. I know that my mind has some strange tendencies, and I could possibly be schizotypal, so I am wondering if what follows is a mini-psychosis of sorts. Perhaps someone informed than I could help?
I was walking home past the lower viaduct, meaning to take the dark path and bridge over to Lidl, as usual. But once I had crossed the road, I paused. Something in my stomach told me NO. Memories flashed by of stories I had read where a passing instinct had saved people's lives. The feeling grew and strengthened; it was overwhelming, and I was confused -- why was it I didn't want to go that way this time? What was there, what was waiting for me? No, don't think about it, you might draw it nearer. But... above all, what was telling me not to go? What took over me so that I couldn't go my usual way home? What was it that saved my life?
It's too much. I notice myself panicking.
Breathe.
Breathe.
And then,
"I am Mastodon. I come from the Earth".
The voice came from inside my head, but it was terribly loud, emanating from the top left of my skull. It was not my own voice. It was much older than my own voice, dripping moss and millenia of dust from its syllables.
Though the question had been answered, it was still burning inside me.
"Who are you?"
"I am Mastodon."
"But who ARE you?"
"I am you."
And gradually, the presence faded and I emerged from what I realised was a cavern within my own psyche; there was no longer the echoing inside my head, and I was once again positioned in the real world, just wondering, again, what the heck was happening.