RELIVING KET.

Last week I met a guy who recalled his last experience of doing ket to me. After a couple of lines or four, he was stuck to a wall at a local psy-trance night thinking about crazy things. "So the ket you have been doing is good?!" I asked in disbelief. He reassured me by saying the K that he's been buying is from a pharmaceutical company of some sort. So it must be the real deal?

Image: Space Cadet ~ Speth

Two summers ago there was loads of ketamine raids in the North of England. You couldn't find it anywhere. In a way, it was a good thing, as many people I know were doing far too much of it. With barely any ket around, there came in the 'legal' unclassified version of the stuff, methoxetamine. It shared the rubbish affects of ketamine; it numbed your legs, slowed down your reactions and left you with nasty tasting grains embellished to your teeth. Unlike real ket it left you feeling like shit. What I love about ket is that it sends you into another dimension without no feeling of shitness (hangover/comedown) afterwards. With little hallucinogenic properties, I totally lost interest in it.

Real Ket took me from colourful place to colourful place via a pod (my mind's version of a bus). I chilled on Jupiter many a times. Eating KitKat Chunkys was a challenge, but an amazing experience. My legs alternated from fat to thin. Over emphasising the start of words, with a feeling of making everyone understand what you're thinking or what you've worked out. Calling my friend's dad 'babe', a word which I never used at the time. Sitting on a toilet thinking you are weeing on your friends girlfriend cos you hear her voice from the next room. Feeling like you are inside a song, that your every movement is connected to noises in the track. Listening to my friend telling me he was a piece of chocolate getting stamped repeatedly with a design in a chocolate factory.

Image: Intent Blog

Being aware that clean ket was around, I had the chance of reliving weird but incredible experiences I had two years ago. I decided to give it a try. Knowing that I was going to write a piece on it, when I was under the influence I described a couple of events taking place on my phone. 

"I believe on spinning circles andy grandad and nan. Spinning round in Circles it doesn't matter how high you go. Fiine will. Phone. It feels like Breaking through black plastic boxes like its 50/50"

From what I remember, walking in the nightclub was like breaking through plastic boxes or joined up shapes. Kinda like an assault course like the children's TV show 50/50. I was also spinning round in a huge spinning top with my nan and grandad. A weird concept them being in a nightclub with me when my nan and grandad are both in heaven. They told me that they're pleased with what I am doing and that they are looking after me. I went home soon after this and danced & sat down with my boyfriend listening to old skool Caspa & Rusko and Benga. It was a beautiful venture. It feels like the experience has helped me straighten out a lot of sketchy things I've been thinking about lately. This is maybe due to it's anti-depressant properties. For those of you who like me haven't been able to get hold of any, ket is most certainly back.

AMY JAYNE