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What started as a simple bake sale purchase turned into a mind trip all for the cost of one slice of lemon bundt cake.
I didn't know what to expect, i suppose lemon as it was the flavour stated and sugar due to the copious amounts of icing, although what happened after taking a bite revealed more than flavour.
The first thing I noticed was the icing wasn't icing but it seemed to be a waxy substance that had a poignant odour, sandalwood perhaps.
The sponge was fine with a lemon tang but it seemed no sugar was in it at all.
I didn't want to be rude as the girls seemed to stare at me and making hand gestures to have another bite.
Through the collaboration of their mime work and my desire not to waste 50 cents, the slice of lemon bundt cake was finished.
This was just the start of the investigation for what seemed like a casual bake sale actually turned into 3 days I cannot recollect without sounding like a hippie to the average square.
I noticed the little placard stating it to be empowering, if anything I felt a little woozy.
"What's the empowering part?" I curiously asked, to be polite but also to see if I can sue and get my 50 cents back.
If I'm going to give a return in way of vomit , I want my money back.
What happed in response was a gander of giggles as the girls started to surround me in a circle.
At this point I was waiting for them to start holding hands and skipping while singing ring-a-round-a-roses.
The singing didn't happen but the rest did.
The movement only exacerbated my nausea and as I felt the contents of my stomach rise, it somehow bypassed my mouth and the sensation exploded in my brain.
Brain Vomit is the only way I can describe the sensation
It was although I became part of their circle, we were birthed by the earth goddess herself and as we slowed the skips into crossed steps, a power seemed to emanate between us as what I assume to be the moon or some imitation of the moon formed in the circle centre. the radiance of the sun reflecting on all of us.
But our eyes burnt from the magnificent intensity and we were doused in the thick mirk of darkness.
Our hands separated as we walked with the darkness, the previous giggles now replaced by howls as what I could somehow sense as wolves walked with us, guiding us.
The walk led to a great sense of power (not wooziness) and with a leap of faith I became drenched in the downpouring waters.
Soaked and with little sight, the world around me moved in what I can only describe as a pump.
The pumping was consistent, two short burst one after another then a pause and then it would start again.
Every pump i felt a pain, a darkness beyond, above and below the darkness.
A darkness of metaphor in the darkness of practicality.
At this point my investigation led me to believe that the empowering part of the lemon bundt was how it made me deep.
Just look at that double darkness, that's deep, like the darkness.
I had this belief for the whole time I was on, what I was told was a spiritual journey.
When I came too, I purchased another slice and took it to the chem lab.
Cocaine.
There was no sugar because it was cocaine instead.
Empowering, possibly. cheap cocaine, absolutely and getting a bargain is the real sense of empowerment.
What started as being blessed with a Galan newsletter which informed me of a bake sale, led to a 3 day trip for the cost of 1 dollar, my sanity and the knowledge that the Wicca group of UC Sunnydale host the best bake sale themed bacchanals.
Overall my investigation in to the daughters of Gaia led to knowing they party hard but if you are interested in the notion of potentially doing spells, then these are a bunch of wannabe blessed and you're probably better off hooking up with a shy blonde to do spells in her dorm.
by Dub » Sat Jul 09, 2022 12:29 am 
