Now its time for a long ritual ordeal

A screech owl shrieks.

Black sky littered with stars.

The Squirrel sacred order is in full ceremonial garb.

Prepared for the purification.

Unclean Intrusion. Rites of Grace Prevail.

How you understand this is hard for you to understand, but you do.

You are very stoned but in a spaced out way, if you could be scared you would be.

Opium and Nutmeg maybe.

Your feet are purplish blue and your face is a deep candy red.

Hanging upside down from an walnut tree.

You try to open yourself to the cleansing ritual that you know is about to begin.

Strange guttural chirps form subharmonics and mysterious tones.

You think it started about two hours ago you are not sure cause you are not wearing a watch. You are really feeling the weight now at least four or five pounds of walnuts that are starting to press on your lungs. It started out bad and just got worse and worse. At first it was the violation of having walnuts shoved up your ass. After awhile it really started to hurt as one hard wrinkly walnut after another were shoved into your anus and then packed in with a long thin packer.

It really is hard to breath now. Pains that feel like connective tissue ripping away as your engorged colon is pulled toward the earth by gravity as you hang suspended upside down.