I will tell you how I broke free of the Black Iron Prison. It was mother's day, 1991, and I was on three tabs of blue lightning, a pretty strong acid. I looked out my window, and there it was again, the Black Iron Prison, but it was my third or fourth time there, and I had escaped the previous times before — it had become pretty mundane by then. I really wasn't concerned at all. Amazing the kinds of thing you can get used to.
Then, there was this whisper in the corner of my mind — a female's voice, a fairy's voice — which (as if letting me in on the mystery, letting me in on the joke) told me in a hush, "Walt Disney is God."
Something I didn't tell you before this was that about Easter of that year, I left one of my trips with a full blown Christ complex. One of my close friends marked that day as "The day Stand became insane." He was a Christian.
Anyway, there was a voice which came through the radio, and supposedly, this was the voice of Walt Disney (God), but the thing was, my thoughts reflected as questions to God, also coming through the radio. Then, there was this third voice (which I will identify later), which said, "The point is, Stand, you didn't come out of the sky on a white horse." What the voice referred to was the Book of Revelation, of how Christ is to come back to the world the way he left, flying out of the sky on a white horse, a name written on his thigh: KING OF KINGS and LORD OF LORDS. The fact that the voice spoke directly to me and cut through the bs in such a manner broke my Christ complex.
Other complexes would follow, of course. But anyway, this "God" (Walt Disney, not the unidentified voice which shook me loose from my supposed Christhood) broke me free of the 'Prison. I would never return to it. Yes, it was absurd. Walt Disney was only a man. It goes to show how I was sinking in it, deeper into my own notions of how the world "really worked". A recurring theme. That summer, trips "revealed" to me that I was actually Walt Disney.
peter millett
5:34pm wednesday, 7th april
Oh, come on stand, we know you are the christ, but Walt Disney, surely you're joking.
peter millett