Have I ever told you, child, about the state of being known as double insanity? Sit back and listen to the Storyteller
I've been there, I'll tell you that much, I've been to the Flip Side and by the providence of those above, Heaven help that I should never see the shores of that place as long as I draw my breath.... Do you know what's it's like? But no, how could you, how could you ever have known or seen or even heard dark whispered rumors of it....
The Flip Side, the place where nightmares go to die, to be terrified, the place where it all different, all not the way of things. What is fear? It is not jumping out from a hidden place and shouting, "boo!" God, no. That's not fear, just a reaction, the adrenaline rush of action, movement, flight-of-fight, the primitive and primordial choice of death or cowardess...
Fear is the animalistic glimmer in the eyes of a madman....the absolute and total perversion and twisting of every single thing that's right and true. Not darkness, but the dust gray of dusk when you awaken alone in the house and there's no one there, and no lights on.... Like that dream where you run from light to light, but all the bulbs are burned out, yet your search becomes more harried, more stressed....
That's fear, and that's what the Flip Side is made of. I tell you true, i've been there, I've seen it....
I've lived for that time, be it so short, be it only a time, in the maddening condition of Double Insanity, and may I die in the thousands of worse ways than ever be there again. Do you know what It’s like there, do you know what goes on? As you cross over, that's when it happens, when it starts.. It changes everything, twists it to make it wrong....
The very basic bits of you clamor and die as the atoms themselves are reversed... Proton becomes negatively charged, electron turns positive, everything shifts on that fearful magnetic axis...and that's what causes it, that's what does it. That what puts you in Double Insanity....and should you ever see it, should you ever be there, if you would ask me to kill you, I would for I would know what is happening within you.
Can you see? No, no one ever can. Can you breathe? No, but you desperately need to, don't you? Follow me, come with me, I'll take you there and back in a whirlwind of fire and pain in a typhoon of light and spinning darkness until you'll curse the moment my wasted form stumbled across your campfire....
Come with me. It starts with the anxiety, doesn't it? It did for me. the knowing of what would happen, thinking, please, who ever is listening, please not again! By all that exits and is real and good, NOT AGAIN!! But no! It's never enough, is it? It always comes and you are but borne on it's back as it takes off, and they all say that it must come but you kick like a mad animal because they don't know....
They've never been there, but YOU have, and you know where you're going and where you'll end up. You KNOW. Then they try what they always do, but you know that just invites into you, takes you away on ashen wings of death to the dark realm of the Flip Side....
As soon as the needle is shoved through your flesh, as soon as your eyes blur and change, you know that you've prayed wrong and it WILL happen.... As soon as that mask slips over your face, as you breathe and find that only makes you vision turn and glaze, makes your mind tingle and fade, makes you go..... You KNOW it's too late.....
Then it comes. The Flip Side.
Feeling yourself melt from the inside, twist and change... And you grip you gut, as if that will prevent all your atoms from scattering your form across the void.... As if that will stop the spinning of the vortex of death, over which you hover, tethered only by what semblance of your mind is still with you.
What do you see there? Do you see what I saw? Sights of the future past and present all together, death, decay, re-birth but wrong and bad. Then you feel your grip slipping, and you know that if you should fall you will fall hard and forever. You scream, don't you? I did, the first time, and the second and all that followed, never seeming to realize that there was nothing that would do, no way to save me.
Then you feel yourself swept back, and you know that the return will be even more painful than the way you came... What can you do? Nothing, just as I did. It's then that it hits, doesn't it? When you open your blighted eyes to the garish bright and cold, evil and white with shining steel, and you know that it's almost ended....
But you can't think can't see can't breathe.... There are others all around, shouting talking, where are they, where are you? Are you were who you were when you started? Lucky. Then you slow down as you catch up with time again. The rushing stops and your bits come back together, re-hinging your mind and thoughts.
Did you curl up and vomit out all the acid you swallowed during the trip? I did the first time, and never again have I been rid of the taste, the smell of that place.... Sometimes the scent comes to me late at night when I am no-where and lost....
Then I remember what it was like, as will you, you've been there, you know, you've seen it, you've been to the Flip Side and survived as I did. You've been in Double Insanity, and may you never be there again as long as you walk and think.
