Mescaline Sky

by Robert Abrams

"Hello? Can anybody here me? Shit. I'm All Alone. Fuck." The Cavern is sealed off on all sides and light creeps in through small jagged cracks that run along the steep walls. "Jesus Christ! Somebody fucking help me!" My voice bounces of the rigged walls and returns to me on vain. "Oh God! Oh Fuck! Anyone? Please help me. I'll give you everything." Why do people plead when there is no one to help? It's so pathetic.

I crawl on my hands and knees exploring the dim outskirts of the cave. My knees runs into a puddle and my pant leg gets wet. Then my hands runs into a sharp object i can't see. Normally I'd scream or yell a profanity but I knew no one could hear so I didn't bother. As I Proceed through the cavern I run into an increasing density of puddles formed by the same water as the limestone stalagmites above me. Soon my entire body is saturated with water. I move my now swollen knees forward into another puddle and I am suddenly engulfed by a great sea of water.

I am no longer in cave but in some marvelous body of water. I am unsure of how I arrived at this phantom location but I find it a step up from my last enviroment. I make my way under the great blue landscape with ease. Although there is no oxygen, I seem to be quite comfortable in my surroundings. I find myself well adapted to my aquatic enviroment. I swim towards the surface for what seems like forever. I soon begin to believe that I will never make it to the top. I still can't see any sign of the surface and I feel my limbs beginning to tire. I tread water and make attempt to move up with only my arms. I'm exhausted beyond all means. My muscles burn and my head aches as if I have the bends. I scream only to shoot a stream of bubbles from my mouth. I close my eyes and let my self sink. I'm floating to the bottom like a feather caught in an updraft after losing the winds support. I fall faster as time progresses. What one floated like a feather now sinks like a stone.

I open my eyes once I hit bottom. Around me is the skeleton of a great creature. I believe it to be that of a whale. A giant prehistoric whale. I sit in the rib cage and observe me new habitat. It is like that of a desert. A virtual wasteland filled with the massive bones of primitive whales. The air is stiff with dust and holds little humidity. The entire desert is arid so much that the ground is cracked by the sun's relentless reign. I stay in the desolate bare bones of this creature to rest in what little shade it provides. I casually observes the flat earth that seems to have an infinite pattern of cracks carved into it as if god had sat there and made them with some sort of "divine stencil". Out of a crack nearby crawls a tiny cricket, who seems quite fascinated with my presence. My little friend ponders my existence as I ponder his. I sit between the skeletons of giants and a single cricket. How this frail being came here, I am unaware but I put the simple creature in my cupped hands and begin my journey.

My insect friend and I walk for miles through the skeletons of the extinct lifeforms. We continue to walk and as the infinite pattern continues so does our hike. We strive on as no progress is made. The minutes we walk turn to hours which turn in to days which turn into weeks and month. Neither the cricket nor I can sense time anymore. We have no use or measure for such a thing. My clothes are now dusty rags and I appear as I have been stranded on a desert isle. The cricket has also lacked to maintain decent hygiene. We walk through the endless day and venture through the ancient ruins of the giant creatures that surround us.

I am so very thirsty. Only no has it dawned on me but my ability to live without water has been suddenly jilted. I also have depleted my infinite surplus of energy which has made this voyage possible. I crawl with my only friend cupped in my hands. We make little progress as I force us forward each time. I feel like this is the demise of our experience, but part of me is certain that this is not the end. I feel withered and old as I die. My mind gentley lays down and rests while my body stays here on the desert ground to crumple. Gentley everything slips away.

I awake on cold hard concrete. Above me is a swirling sky of vast color. It seems to me that god is speaking. This is all too much too fast my mind cannot comprehend the oblivion like sky above me. The clouds swirl as if they were alive and the colors of the night sky blend with that of the day. It as if every type of weather is occuring at once. I sit up on the concrete and find myself on the roof of a skyscraper. I look down and instantly take a step away from the edge. I am in a great urban city of the metropolis and the paticular building I am on stands high above the puny sky scrapers below. My cricket seems amused by my awe as I stare down at the tiny buildings below at which I have to squint to see. My building is in the great psychadelic sky that puts me in this trance. My Cricket tells me to jump. I follow his instructions and leap off the edge.