phillo
Bluelighter
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- Dec 20, 2006
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2C-E is less the sensation of ingesting a mind altering substance and more like stepping into a parallel existence. One is relatively clearheaded, though ideas and possibilities cascade through/bombard the mind.
Though only visiting this alternate reality twice, I’ve made some observations and would like to share some experiences. I’d love some feedback.
There was one moment during my first visit: I had gone to let the cat in, and my back hall was dim. The night was flowing, colorful, shifting, lit by a ½ moon.
The cat darted out of the bushes; and I heard her meow after she’d already passed. I closed the door and forget not only what I was doing, but also, in what context I was doing it – I just forgot. I briefly had the thought of panicking but didn’t.
My back hall morphs and flows. There is silence. I focus on the moment. Stand there, meditate, accept that I’ve forgotten the details of my reality; possibilities rush through my consciousness. I stand there for some time, as these suggestions re; the who and why, slam at me. I stand there for two seconds or two minutes, it feels long though. The who and the why come back, and I realize I have been in an alternate universe.
The next time I visited this place, about 2 weeks later, the visual cartoon effects had diminished (maybe dose related). However, ironically, the real hard core hallucinations occurred in the state in which the surface morphing was tamer, but still present.
I watched the movie ‘Waking Life” during the beginning of the night. A ¼ of the way into the film, I started crying, sobbing, laughing. The movie, just clicked. I cried, and I laughed, and cried, and laughed, and gasped. I can’t describe what this experience was like. During parts of the movie without dialogue, my mind would continue its own narrative along the lines of those in the film, feverishly, and this continued throughout the night.
I had a moment when I understood my cat, I really understood her. I looked at her, and she changed, she wasn’t just a cat, but a being, a presence. I saw her, outside of her context, from a different direction.
I then looked at my cat, and entertained the thought that she was in control and I her pet. I was really there – it didn’t look any different, I was just her pet. But, I mean, I really believed it, like it was true.
I had just that day returned from vacation, and though I’d arranged coverage for the cats, it wasn’t really sufficient. The cats had relieved themselves in some bad places, and I’d had to clean that all up before the night started.
I saw the situation of the cats as a sitcom, with my absence being a storyline. I saw all of the characters through the eyes of the sitcom cats, distorted and over the top. I saw the relationships of the cats to each other; weird and dysfunctional. Their reaction to my disappearance:
“Where the fuck did he go?”
“I don’t know – but the litter box smells awful. What am I gonna do, I can’t shit, I can’t go near that thing.”
“Well, just go in the bed, I would, I mean.”
I noticed that the slight morphing nature of things would manifest, through open eyes, into different things. The whole of the object would subtly shift, and be something else and it and I would be somewhere else. I noticed my thoughts and ideas would trigger the visions.
Being alone, I had my way with myself, and it was so outrageous I don’t quite know what to make of it. I had sensations which I didn’t even comprehend could be felt. I imagined I was experiencing sensations similar to those felt by rats in experiments in which the pleasure centers of their brains are stimulated with electricity; only better.
In some ways further “out there” than I’d ever been I was never afraid. It never was scary, at all. Also noticed that I was emotionally, all over the place. The experiences felt like, when, in a dream, I’m at home, but it’s not my home. Also, I was able to perceive infinities within every object or idea. That, which was like this would bring me to those would take me to them and back to this.
Questions, comments?
Though only visiting this alternate reality twice, I’ve made some observations and would like to share some experiences. I’d love some feedback.
There was one moment during my first visit: I had gone to let the cat in, and my back hall was dim. The night was flowing, colorful, shifting, lit by a ½ moon.
The cat darted out of the bushes; and I heard her meow after she’d already passed. I closed the door and forget not only what I was doing, but also, in what context I was doing it – I just forgot. I briefly had the thought of panicking but didn’t.
My back hall morphs and flows. There is silence. I focus on the moment. Stand there, meditate, accept that I’ve forgotten the details of my reality; possibilities rush through my consciousness. I stand there for some time, as these suggestions re; the who and why, slam at me. I stand there for two seconds or two minutes, it feels long though. The who and the why come back, and I realize I have been in an alternate universe.
The next time I visited this place, about 2 weeks later, the visual cartoon effects had diminished (maybe dose related). However, ironically, the real hard core hallucinations occurred in the state in which the surface morphing was tamer, but still present.
I watched the movie ‘Waking Life” during the beginning of the night. A ¼ of the way into the film, I started crying, sobbing, laughing. The movie, just clicked. I cried, and I laughed, and cried, and laughed, and gasped. I can’t describe what this experience was like. During parts of the movie without dialogue, my mind would continue its own narrative along the lines of those in the film, feverishly, and this continued throughout the night.
I had a moment when I understood my cat, I really understood her. I looked at her, and she changed, she wasn’t just a cat, but a being, a presence. I saw her, outside of her context, from a different direction.
I then looked at my cat, and entertained the thought that she was in control and I her pet. I was really there – it didn’t look any different, I was just her pet. But, I mean, I really believed it, like it was true.
I had just that day returned from vacation, and though I’d arranged coverage for the cats, it wasn’t really sufficient. The cats had relieved themselves in some bad places, and I’d had to clean that all up before the night started.
I saw the situation of the cats as a sitcom, with my absence being a storyline. I saw all of the characters through the eyes of the sitcom cats, distorted and over the top. I saw the relationships of the cats to each other; weird and dysfunctional. Their reaction to my disappearance:
“Where the fuck did he go?”
“I don’t know – but the litter box smells awful. What am I gonna do, I can’t shit, I can’t go near that thing.”
“Well, just go in the bed, I would, I mean.”
I noticed that the slight morphing nature of things would manifest, through open eyes, into different things. The whole of the object would subtly shift, and be something else and it and I would be somewhere else. I noticed my thoughts and ideas would trigger the visions.
Being alone, I had my way with myself, and it was so outrageous I don’t quite know what to make of it. I had sensations which I didn’t even comprehend could be felt. I imagined I was experiencing sensations similar to those felt by rats in experiments in which the pleasure centers of their brains are stimulated with electricity; only better.
In some ways further “out there” than I’d ever been I was never afraid. It never was scary, at all. Also noticed that I was emotionally, all over the place. The experiences felt like, when, in a dream, I’m at home, but it’s not my home. Also, I was able to perceive infinities within every object or idea. That, which was like this would bring me to those would take me to them and back to this.
Questions, comments?
