Post-mortem trip report
15 september 2002

I open my eyes, again,
I am home.
Lights allover, blinking, smaller lights
but one brighter, blistering with the light of a small sun.


Darkness all around. Screams and horrible noises of fear.
I look around, see nothing.
Thoughts stop. I feel arms holding me. A struggle to break
free takes place. Failure.

Then the falling. Floating down with an immense incomprehensible
speed, first.
After that the pain begins to set in. Seemingly destroying,
but truly only cleaning the soul and the thin print of your body.

Ego ceased.