LSD + Nitrous - 7 hits of liquid acid meet nitrous (revisited yet again)
New story to tell
So little minutes in the day
What seemed like a harmless catalyst
turned into my favorite seperator
(perhaps I can make those four lines make more sense. I seem to be speaking in more riddle than anything after this weekend's little trip...)
The harmless catalyst is nitrus oxide
I used to think that maybe nitrus -just- enhanced the drug, whatever drug that may be.
Now... I think much differently. I think that it does enhance the drug, then again, it has it's own rhymn and reason.
As I inhaled the nitrus while on seven hits of strong liquid acid... I held my breath. I thought that it was sure taking it sweet time in arriving, this little care package I had just sent myself... then boom. the world went boom. definatly boom.
So there I was. Around me, and to any direction of me there were the acid visuals. The classic acid visual. Except now the visual was in three dimensions and it had three dimensional side. The visual, was connected to a million other visuals and they were all bouncing around me. Everywhere I looked, there they were. Except there was an open space. I got the feeling that this was some sort of spacial representation of universe, but I didn't feel like pondering the global significance of such an idea, so I did what I do best... I acted insanely. I stuck my head into the middle space that was empty, and above my head I placed my right hand, and below I placed my left hand. Palms facing down. I raised my right eyebrow and the space expanded around me, letting me fit into it with room to spare. Again around me were the acid visuals, bouncing around in three dimensions (represneting universe no doubt, psh.) I said to myself "cool... very fucking cool" and my mouth moved... and out came these words that had nothing to do with the meaning of "cool... very fucking cool". just mumbled words.
"Bward, sefxen varentus relepax" as best as I can recall. Then it blew me away, the significance of the 'words' i had just spoke to the nothingness around me and the visuals bouncing around me.
---word and meaning are two seperate things. think about it... they are. Each language has totally different words, that MEAN the same thing as the other languages... the words are pointless, except to get past this point in evolution. Almost a stumbling point. Wild, wild thoughts.
I felt a very overpowering vibration and rememberd that i was on nitrus and as soon as it began, it ended.
And now in retrospect...
the nitrus removed me from the acid. it let me stick myself into 'the thick of it all' and look around at the acid for all of it's representations, as MYSELF. Ego and all. I'm honestly begining to think that *entire* lack of ego isn't such a good thing... at least for me. Lack of egotism yes, but keeping enough ego to maintain character and persona. Beautiful things to me they are (character and persona).
So this catalyst that I used to think inspired the deeper moments of the psycadellics, had removed me from the psycadellic acid, if only for a few seconds, while of course enhancing the acid to it's three dimensional peak...
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and then I had another one (how many now? 12? 40? i dont' know it's *impossible* to keep track at this point after dosing 7 hits
And again I felt like the nitrus was taking awhile to effect me. Total time distortion no doubt. and as I waited with my eyes open, holding my breath I was suddenly transformed into an indian.
It was beauty.
I sat with others around a campfire (which turned out to be a glowstick I was staring at). other indians. Other tribal shamen. Though I can't in right consious hold myself up to the standards of other *real* shamen (modern or non). Though I felt like one. Like I had achieved a state that none had ever found. And as I recalled my story to others that had as much acid as I did, and did as much nitrus as I did, I found my story to be entirely unique. My story (the one I'm about to tell) was totally *nothing* like anything I was hearing told.
I felt as an indian shaman, sitting around a campfire. and around me there were 11 other indians. In total there were 12. I tried to communicate with them, but no words were spoken, no words even tried to escape. My brain refusing to interrupt such an event it seemed. I moved my hand. my right hand. and the other indians turned into images of my right hand. and I moved my fingers in succession from pinky to index, and the circle of my hand (the reflections), that used to be indians, all moved -- one by one -- from pinky to index -- from the left of the circle to the right until it got back to my hand. And I reached into the fire with my right hand and suddenly, before I could get to the flame (glowstick
), six feathers grew on my index finger. three on top and three on bottom. and there was a breath. a quick "ha" (not laughing, just that sound to make breath), and I felt it vibrate. and then again another breath was breated upon my finger and the feathers were moved and I felt the ends of the feathers push into my skin as they would if they were real and as they moved there was a vibration.
the vibration
it came hard and long and continual.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
the vibrations so close it was almost a solid sound. vibration forms sound.
and I felt it in all of my body. starting from the feathers on my index finger, going to the depths of my toes, the back up to the very tips of my hair. and from my hair the vibration jumped away to join the universal flow of sound and music...
Pyro
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Frequency. Music. Sound. Imagination. Reality. Worlds. Hope. Love. Communication. Common Sense. Community.
New story to tell
So little minutes in the day
What seemed like a harmless catalyst
turned into my favorite seperator
(perhaps I can make those four lines make more sense. I seem to be speaking in more riddle than anything after this weekend's little trip...)
The harmless catalyst is nitrus oxide
I used to think that maybe nitrus -just- enhanced the drug, whatever drug that may be.
Now... I think much differently. I think that it does enhance the drug, then again, it has it's own rhymn and reason.
As I inhaled the nitrus while on seven hits of strong liquid acid... I held my breath. I thought that it was sure taking it sweet time in arriving, this little care package I had just sent myself... then boom. the world went boom. definatly boom.
So there I was. Around me, and to any direction of me there were the acid visuals. The classic acid visual. Except now the visual was in three dimensions and it had three dimensional side. The visual, was connected to a million other visuals and they were all bouncing around me. Everywhere I looked, there they were. Except there was an open space. I got the feeling that this was some sort of spacial representation of universe, but I didn't feel like pondering the global significance of such an idea, so I did what I do best... I acted insanely. I stuck my head into the middle space that was empty, and above my head I placed my right hand, and below I placed my left hand. Palms facing down. I raised my right eyebrow and the space expanded around me, letting me fit into it with room to spare. Again around me were the acid visuals, bouncing around in three dimensions (represneting universe no doubt, psh.) I said to myself "cool... very fucking cool" and my mouth moved... and out came these words that had nothing to do with the meaning of "cool... very fucking cool". just mumbled words.
"Bward, sefxen varentus relepax" as best as I can recall. Then it blew me away, the significance of the 'words' i had just spoke to the nothingness around me and the visuals bouncing around me.
---word and meaning are two seperate things. think about it... they are. Each language has totally different words, that MEAN the same thing as the other languages... the words are pointless, except to get past this point in evolution. Almost a stumbling point. Wild, wild thoughts.
I felt a very overpowering vibration and rememberd that i was on nitrus and as soon as it began, it ended.
And now in retrospect...
the nitrus removed me from the acid. it let me stick myself into 'the thick of it all' and look around at the acid for all of it's representations, as MYSELF. Ego and all. I'm honestly begining to think that *entire* lack of ego isn't such a good thing... at least for me. Lack of egotism yes, but keeping enough ego to maintain character and persona. Beautiful things to me they are (character and persona).
So this catalyst that I used to think inspired the deeper moments of the psycadellics, had removed me from the psycadellic acid, if only for a few seconds, while of course enhancing the acid to it's three dimensional peak...
---
and then I had another one (how many now? 12? 40? i dont' know it's *impossible* to keep track at this point after dosing 7 hits
And again I felt like the nitrus was taking awhile to effect me. Total time distortion no doubt. and as I waited with my eyes open, holding my breath I was suddenly transformed into an indian.
It was beauty.
I sat with others around a campfire (which turned out to be a glowstick I was staring at). other indians. Other tribal shamen. Though I can't in right consious hold myself up to the standards of other *real* shamen (modern or non). Though I felt like one. Like I had achieved a state that none had ever found. And as I recalled my story to others that had as much acid as I did, and did as much nitrus as I did, I found my story to be entirely unique. My story (the one I'm about to tell) was totally *nothing* like anything I was hearing told.
I felt as an indian shaman, sitting around a campfire. and around me there were 11 other indians. In total there were 12. I tried to communicate with them, but no words were spoken, no words even tried to escape. My brain refusing to interrupt such an event it seemed. I moved my hand. my right hand. and the other indians turned into images of my right hand. and I moved my fingers in succession from pinky to index, and the circle of my hand (the reflections), that used to be indians, all moved -- one by one -- from pinky to index -- from the left of the circle to the right until it got back to my hand. And I reached into the fire with my right hand and suddenly, before I could get to the flame (glowstick
the vibration
it came hard and long and continual.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
the vibrations so close it was almost a solid sound. vibration forms sound.
and I felt it in all of my body. starting from the feathers on my index finger, going to the depths of my toes, the back up to the very tips of my hair. and from my hair the vibration jumped away to join the universal flow of sound and music...
Pyro
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Frequency. Music. Sound. Imagination. Reality. Worlds. Hope. Love. Communication. Common Sense. Community.
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