exploits of woops while homeless


in je ogen waait de wind
same as anyone else

after an 8 month stint in the bin they let her out and gave her a flat in islington

dunno really, if they did, they gave no sign of it. i remember after the first night in the basement thinking f*** i'm probably covered in dust and dirt after that. but it never bothered me again after that.

i rang a number, got picked up and taken to a church shelter. after 6 weeks of sleeping in there i was put into a hostel, which was nice, just like student halls really, then after 2 months in there i got a place in a housing association
it's such an incredible story and you talk about it so very casual but to me that gas chamber looks terrifying and i would weep every night. i am positively surprised though that they helped you out with shelters and a place in a housing associating eventually, i guess in some regards the uk is not the neoliberal hell i always imagine it to be?


is not like other people
I've written this which works as an appendix to this thread.

My introduction to the spirit molecule

Roughly 8 years ago an associate of mine gave me a single dose of a substance, which I'd often read about, in herbal form and directed me to make a ritual out of smoking it. I was in a positive and curious frame of mind at the time, not suffering any emotional turmoil. I followed his guidance by heading to a small room where I had constructed a kind of altar out of miscellaneous junk, and sparked up.

Holding the smoke in for a few seconds I had an odd feeling in the pit of my stomach and immediately began to experience elaborate technicolour crystalline hallucinations. My altar seemed to take on a dramatic dimension and sense of meaning. I was aware that this was all the effect of the DMT I had just smoked, though, and decided to see what the world outside was like.

While walking round the block I became aware that reality as I'd been accustomed to seeing it was actually constructed from a series of 2-dimensional planes, like screens, that stood between me and something more mysterious. When I saw a girl's hair blowing in the wind it was quite clear to me that the movement was happening along one of these flat planes. Walking round a corner I felt it was the corner that was turning, as though I were crossing a revolving clock face beneath my feet. These strange impressions and effects were not frightening but very beautiful.

Five minutes later I was back in familiar reality aware that I'd experienced a rare and seemingly profound perception that I could recall in some detail. It may be that there had been some subconscious perceptions made that would remain with me after the immediate effect had worn off - I wouldn't be surprised if this were the case.

It's worth adding that the effect can be very different depending on subject, setting, occasion etc. DMT is not a recreational drug and I've since been wary of taking it if I didn't feel relaxed, confident and "prepared". The experience was certainly unlike any I've had using any other substance. Don't expect a life-transforming shamanic epiphany either - but on the other hand I wouldn't rule it out


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1. survival

at the end of 2013, not for the first time, i found myself broke and sofa surfing with many supportive friends including @DannyL and @IdleRich of this forum, but eventually i ran out of places or patience. one night i walked down towards the city with a friend of mine who was big into "urbex" (exploring abandoned or prohibited urban spaces) and he helped me find a gas room under a pavement in the lightwell outside a building which was awaiting renovation. this was where i slept for the next 6 months. not long after i got a duvet in there to sleep in and eventually found a sleeping bag round the corner on old st.

after a couple of nights in there i was up before dawn and ran into @luka who was on his way to run a coffee stall two minutes round the corner from my basement, so for a while my routine was to wake up, climb out, check the city clock on the square, and walk round to luke's stall, if he was working, where he'd give me a load of coffee and pastries, and could even let me use the shower in the building his stall was attached to so that was a stroke of luck.

then i'd usually go to barbican library, check my e-mail and get on with the day

i've always had a knack for finding things on the street. i found a 6 month travel card which costs hundreds of pounds but never got cancelled which i used to travel around the city for a couple of months before leaving it on a train. sometimes i'd ride bus or tube just for something to do. i also expanded my collection of library cards as detailed elsewhere on this forum

i also used to collect fag butts off the street and re-roll them to smoke, which i'd done many times before out of poverty. this is called "international mix" according to a tv program i saw as a kid.

anyway certainly i was lucky in some ways and had a lot of friendly help from many kind people, i'm very grateful to them all.

huge parts of every day especially the afternoon were spent acquainting myself with the streets of the square mile and the west end, partly to vary my environment (see part 2 below) and partly to keep myself active and stimulated etc
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