I've always been different. As a young boy I would pierce myself starting before the age of 10. In school people would tell me I was "crazy", I was tormented by this. What I was doing was natural to me. I graduated from school, and got a job at the local tattoo parlor- Rainbow Body Art. Then an amazing thing happened, the people who were calling me "crazy", were now coming to me to do to them what they were calling me "crazy" for. This is why I took the name "Krazy Eric" as my professional name. I was doing what I wanted to do. I didn't know it yet, but I was a modifier. I learned more over the years about ritual, and became Pagan, focusing on the modern primitive. I thank Fakir Musafar, every day in my head for doing what he did, long ago. I felt though, that there was a step I had to take. A "rite of passage" into manhood. I enjoyed stretching my holes, My ears were at 2 1/2", and tongue, and labret were at 1". I was ready for the "rite of passage".
At A Glance Author Krazy Eric Contact ekeverlasting@hotmail.com When N/A Artist Myself Studio Rainbow Body Art (R.I.P.) Location Waterbury CT I have serious Asthma, and in the winter of 2001 I almost died. I had to be intubated, a tube was put into my lungs, and I was out for a week. During this time, I had lucid visions. I dreampt that I was a savage member of a tribe. I would hunt the jungles painted in white, and black, my dreadlocks flowing in the savage air. I was "the communicator" of my tribe. I would travel on foot to relay messages to another tribe. Symbolically my earlobes were stretched the largest in the tribe, to take in, and retain my messages. My oral piercings were stretched to give it out again. These large holes would symbolically move energy in a circular manner. The end would be the beginning. I awoke from sickness with a purpose. Over the next few months, I fulfilled it, my "rite of passage".
The day I removed my lobes, I just knew it was the right day. I prepped myself, and held the #10 to my ear. The thoughts that go through your head at that moment are baffling. A stream of thoughts, fear, doubt, hope, enlightenment. My friend Little Jay took pictures. Ironically Walmart exposed the film, all I have are 2 pictures, plus what he took with his camera. I lifted the scalpel to my ear, I was alive. I wasn't only talking about this procedure, I was doing it. I started with the top of my right ear. The flesh cut smoothly in sweeping motions, then my lovely lobe hung, separated. I finished the bottom, and looked at myself in the mirror. It's amazing, I felt the blood pouring on me, but it was my exact body temperature, so it felt like "invisible rain". That's the only way to describe it. I was bleeding profusely. I used Yarrow root to control the bleeding, but I had mistakenly bought a tincture, which only made the bleeding worse. I just let myself bleed, the point of no return. I removed the other side. At this point I only remember bits, and pieces. Sort of like people who have been in horrible car crashes, block it out. That is what I was doing. At one point, I went outside, and bled slightly on the ground. I looked down, to see a "question mark". I also have the pics of the white cloth towels I bought to catch the blood. They both have "E's of blood" on them. My lobes were gone, I did not remove them, but make them infinitely large. The whole world would be encompassed inside my lobes, for me to hear. I was sober during the procedure, and never lost consciousness.
My lobes remained preserved in Isopropyl Alcohol for years, before being confiscated by the police. I was interviewed like a serial killer once they determined that it was human flesh in the jar. I told the police that those earlobes were religious artifacts. I asked "would you take a cross off of the Popes neck, and discard it?" Supposedly you're not allowed to "own medical waste".The pictures of the procedure convinced them. The lobes were incinerated, supposedly. A lawyer friend of mine told me that I could probably sue them, over their religious nature. We walked into the police station triumphantly, expecting retribution. There was a runaround, then nothing. The police had no record of the incident.
I split my tongue in the same fashion in order to complete the circle. I walk this earth today a changed man, through my body modifications. I find that I can understand things on another level. I can also pass on that information with great clarity. I can help others on their path to enlightenment, or maybe I'm just "krazy Eric". .......................ek