Beenhead
Bluelight Crew
First, I would like to say that I am posting this as a precursor to the February Substance of the Month, which will be this substance. I also want to say that no words I could possibly come up with would of done justice to what I saw, and what was in my mind. I hope you guys enjoy! I rarely put my writing out there for people.
It is so long, I am sorry.
I have been the moderator at Trip Reports for I believe 4 years, maybe 3.... I can’t remember. It was when Church left. Any way, it has been almost ten years since I have been a member of Bluelight, and I have not written one trip report.
I have undertaken many psychedelic experiments, and I have not taken the time to record even one of them into the permanent record that is Blue Light, so if the server goes down after I write this, Ill be incredibly pissed.
I would have to say that I have had probably four, awesomely memorable trips. One was the first time I took Acid, the other was mushrooms I listened to Dark Side of the Moon for the first time, and it was when I started dating my fiancé. During on the run, I had the most fantastic synesthesia. It was like the bubbling sound created a warped piano keyboard that extended from my head to the speakers. It’s not like it was right in front of me but it was there, somewhere, it was there. And so began my love for Pink Floyd, and my fiancé.
But a very unique experience occurred probably 3 years ago. I got a hold of some 4-ACO-MipT. I had figured in taking 23mg, which I recall not being too heroic a dose. My fiancé took 18 mg. I had just procured some mushrooms for some friends of mine. I took the drug after they called to tell me they were on their way. When they got there, we talked for a few minutes, and they left. When they were leaving I started noticing the effects. From the time I hung up the phone till then was only approximately 20 minutes.
The feeling was like a very drunken dizzy feeling. My eyes were watery and I was starting to notice the ceiling beginning to crawl around. From the time I started feeling effects until I started to feel as if I was peaking was only 15 minutes. So that is a total of 30 minutes after dosage I was blown away. As it turns out, my fiancé was waiting to take hers until I started to come up, just in case it was some sort of DOx, I didn’t want her to have to deal with that.
She took hers, and she started to get full effects after about 30 minutes as well.
I put in Pink Floyd Meddle, and we lay down. This turned out to be one ride I will never forget. I was so gone, it was ridiculous. I have never been that fucked up in my life, and I could imagine this feeling is what DMT must feel like. I really thought I over did it, but I managed to keep myself together very well on the outside. But this was for appearances, on the inside I was screaming for this to ease up a bit. In retrospect, this was a glorious thing. The music was just beautiful. I could see the chords as if they were right smack in front of me almost. It was crazy. I think anyone who has experienced synesthesia knows what I mean. The music is there visually but not. The songs were terrific, and then Echoes came on. The music looked to me like this strange musical machine. If you could possibly imagine this completely inadequate description; It was like a large drum, like you wear in a marching band, but it was made of this fabric. There were arms all around it, and horns, and all kinds of stuff. It was all moving to the music, in this circular direction. It would slow down, and speed up according to Nick Mason's drumming. But it was not that at all, and it was just inside me. I seriously cannot explain this well at all.
I also had patterns behind closed eyes. It was like being in a beautiful cathedral, endlessly repeating. Like the Victorian era floral designs on chairs, or in a Persian carpet. This was in all sorts of colors. And all the time, a fresh new color would just flow through this pattern, everything was moving and the colors where flowing through this pattern in the most impossible ways. The architecture was as impossible as the color, just things that did not agree with your normal sense of reality. This was just beautiful to look at, but at the same time very hard. The deeper I got into the patterns, and the more the colors flowed through them, the more fucked up I got. It was a beautiful strangeness that felt like ecstasy and insanity at the same time.
Time was going ever more slowly. I put in Infected Mushroom's BPEmpire. The first song is a lovely slower tune that just feels wonderful. The second song really starts to get things moving. But the most memorable part of the CD is the song Spaniard. The beat of that song is driving, and there are these sounds in there, in the beginning that I could literally see. The infected mushrooms music is very green and blueishgrey. It forms beautiful patterns in my head, rounded forms, but square in shape. They just come and go with the music in a fantastic ballet of form and color.
It is strange how electronic music gives me only geometrical visions, while psychedelic rock, like Pink Floyd gives me more human visions. I tend to prefer the geometrical visions personally, but I love them both.
My fiancé was in an equally strange space. There was a point where she felt like she was too fucked up, and she wanted it to go away. And I was in the same boat. We just could not sit still, and the anxiety was unbearable. It was like everything was happening, but nothing was going on. All I could do is let it go. That’s all you can do. You took the drug, now it must run its course. We put in some more gentle music than the mind wrenching BPEmpire. It was some ambient Paul Oakenfold mix. This calmed us down a bit, but we were still pretty fucked up. At this point, we were only like a little over 2 hours into the trip, and still pretty much felt just as we did 45 minutes in. The only thing, ironically that could keep us grounded from all the swirling colours was marijuana. We smoked that shit like it was going out of style! It was the only thing that would ease the anxiety a little.
We generally sat around for another 45 minutes, until my roommate came home, and wanted to watch a movie. He is just a ridiculous character. He didn’t have a card, and I wasn’t going to the store, so I gave him a card. He came back, and said they wouldn’t let him use it. I had to go down there. At this point I was feeling a lot better, and my fiancé thought she was too. SO we went down there, and when we got into the store in public, both of us realized how fucked we were. I could barely figure out what to do at the checkout counter. Joel, my friend, had to tell me what to do. I know the cashier knew I had to be blasted! But the problem came when we left. My fiancé was really having a hard time.
She started to really freak. She was under this delusion that I was some crazy scientist, Joel was my sidekick, and we were manipulating her into taking these drugs. I don’t know if there was some insensitive thing I said to enact this but it happened. I think it was because we left the safety of the house, and she was confused. I told her that we were having a good time until we left the house, and she was under the influence of a psychedelic and she was fine. We promptly went home, where she started to get back to normal, when I explained to her what was going on.
We watched the Passion of the Christ and Magnolia, I honestly don’t know which one was crazier to watch while tripping that hard! Magnolia really got me thinking about death, and how you are going to be able to accept yourself when you die. Because when you get older, you really start to look back on your life as a sort of yard stick. Are you going to be able to live with yourself for eternity? Passion of the Christ was just profoundly sad. I never was a huge proponent of psychedelics and movies, but these two where real rollercoaster rides of emotion.
All in all, we had a great time, except some bumps. But, as McKenna says, when you take Psychedelics," you must confront your fears, your anxieties, your this and that."
That’s what we did that night, and then some. I think Psychedelics have gone a long way to making me a better person. I do not think everyone gets that out of these drugs, those who abuse them for the wrong reasons are really messing with a monster for a little fun. I hope everyone thinks about how easy it is to get lost on a drug like this. I had a friend who was very experienced with drugs. He wanted me to give him 30+ mgs of my 2C-E, for himself all at once. He promised me he could handle it, and he had done it on other drugs before. I gave it to him, but with a stern lecture on the dose response curve of 2C-E, and on how irresponsible it was. The very next day he came to me and thanked me a million times for the talk. He decided to take 18, and had the experience of a lifetime, and couldn’t imagine what would of happened if he took the whole dose.
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It is so long, I am sorry.
I have been the moderator at Trip Reports for I believe 4 years, maybe 3.... I can’t remember. It was when Church left. Any way, it has been almost ten years since I have been a member of Bluelight, and I have not written one trip report.
I have undertaken many psychedelic experiments, and I have not taken the time to record even one of them into the permanent record that is Blue Light, so if the server goes down after I write this, Ill be incredibly pissed.
I would have to say that I have had probably four, awesomely memorable trips. One was the first time I took Acid, the other was mushrooms I listened to Dark Side of the Moon for the first time, and it was when I started dating my fiancé. During on the run, I had the most fantastic synesthesia. It was like the bubbling sound created a warped piano keyboard that extended from my head to the speakers. It’s not like it was right in front of me but it was there, somewhere, it was there. And so began my love for Pink Floyd, and my fiancé.
But a very unique experience occurred probably 3 years ago. I got a hold of some 4-ACO-MipT. I had figured in taking 23mg, which I recall not being too heroic a dose. My fiancé took 18 mg. I had just procured some mushrooms for some friends of mine. I took the drug after they called to tell me they were on their way. When they got there, we talked for a few minutes, and they left. When they were leaving I started noticing the effects. From the time I hung up the phone till then was only approximately 20 minutes.
The feeling was like a very drunken dizzy feeling. My eyes were watery and I was starting to notice the ceiling beginning to crawl around. From the time I started feeling effects until I started to feel as if I was peaking was only 15 minutes. So that is a total of 30 minutes after dosage I was blown away. As it turns out, my fiancé was waiting to take hers until I started to come up, just in case it was some sort of DOx, I didn’t want her to have to deal with that.
She took hers, and she started to get full effects after about 30 minutes as well.
I put in Pink Floyd Meddle, and we lay down. This turned out to be one ride I will never forget. I was so gone, it was ridiculous. I have never been that fucked up in my life, and I could imagine this feeling is what DMT must feel like. I really thought I over did it, but I managed to keep myself together very well on the outside. But this was for appearances, on the inside I was screaming for this to ease up a bit. In retrospect, this was a glorious thing. The music was just beautiful. I could see the chords as if they were right smack in front of me almost. It was crazy. I think anyone who has experienced synesthesia knows what I mean. The music is there visually but not. The songs were terrific, and then Echoes came on. The music looked to me like this strange musical machine. If you could possibly imagine this completely inadequate description; It was like a large drum, like you wear in a marching band, but it was made of this fabric. There were arms all around it, and horns, and all kinds of stuff. It was all moving to the music, in this circular direction. It would slow down, and speed up according to Nick Mason's drumming. But it was not that at all, and it was just inside me. I seriously cannot explain this well at all.
I also had patterns behind closed eyes. It was like being in a beautiful cathedral, endlessly repeating. Like the Victorian era floral designs on chairs, or in a Persian carpet. This was in all sorts of colors. And all the time, a fresh new color would just flow through this pattern, everything was moving and the colors where flowing through this pattern in the most impossible ways. The architecture was as impossible as the color, just things that did not agree with your normal sense of reality. This was just beautiful to look at, but at the same time very hard. The deeper I got into the patterns, and the more the colors flowed through them, the more fucked up I got. It was a beautiful strangeness that felt like ecstasy and insanity at the same time.
Time was going ever more slowly. I put in Infected Mushroom's BPEmpire. The first song is a lovely slower tune that just feels wonderful. The second song really starts to get things moving. But the most memorable part of the CD is the song Spaniard. The beat of that song is driving, and there are these sounds in there, in the beginning that I could literally see. The infected mushrooms music is very green and blueishgrey. It forms beautiful patterns in my head, rounded forms, but square in shape. They just come and go with the music in a fantastic ballet of form and color.
It is strange how electronic music gives me only geometrical visions, while psychedelic rock, like Pink Floyd gives me more human visions. I tend to prefer the geometrical visions personally, but I love them both.
My fiancé was in an equally strange space. There was a point where she felt like she was too fucked up, and she wanted it to go away. And I was in the same boat. We just could not sit still, and the anxiety was unbearable. It was like everything was happening, but nothing was going on. All I could do is let it go. That’s all you can do. You took the drug, now it must run its course. We put in some more gentle music than the mind wrenching BPEmpire. It was some ambient Paul Oakenfold mix. This calmed us down a bit, but we were still pretty fucked up. At this point, we were only like a little over 2 hours into the trip, and still pretty much felt just as we did 45 minutes in. The only thing, ironically that could keep us grounded from all the swirling colours was marijuana. We smoked that shit like it was going out of style! It was the only thing that would ease the anxiety a little.
We generally sat around for another 45 minutes, until my roommate came home, and wanted to watch a movie. He is just a ridiculous character. He didn’t have a card, and I wasn’t going to the store, so I gave him a card. He came back, and said they wouldn’t let him use it. I had to go down there. At this point I was feeling a lot better, and my fiancé thought she was too. SO we went down there, and when we got into the store in public, both of us realized how fucked we were. I could barely figure out what to do at the checkout counter. Joel, my friend, had to tell me what to do. I know the cashier knew I had to be blasted! But the problem came when we left. My fiancé was really having a hard time.
She started to really freak. She was under this delusion that I was some crazy scientist, Joel was my sidekick, and we were manipulating her into taking these drugs. I don’t know if there was some insensitive thing I said to enact this but it happened. I think it was because we left the safety of the house, and she was confused. I told her that we were having a good time until we left the house, and she was under the influence of a psychedelic and she was fine. We promptly went home, where she started to get back to normal, when I explained to her what was going on.
We watched the Passion of the Christ and Magnolia, I honestly don’t know which one was crazier to watch while tripping that hard! Magnolia really got me thinking about death, and how you are going to be able to accept yourself when you die. Because when you get older, you really start to look back on your life as a sort of yard stick. Are you going to be able to live with yourself for eternity? Passion of the Christ was just profoundly sad. I never was a huge proponent of psychedelics and movies, but these two where real rollercoaster rides of emotion.
All in all, we had a great time, except some bumps. But, as McKenna says, when you take Psychedelics," you must confront your fears, your anxieties, your this and that."
That’s what we did that night, and then some. I think Psychedelics have gone a long way to making me a better person. I do not think everyone gets that out of these drugs, those who abuse them for the wrong reasons are really messing with a monster for a little fun. I hope everyone thinks about how easy it is to get lost on a drug like this. I had a friend who was very experienced with drugs. He wanted me to give him 30+ mgs of my 2C-E, for himself all at once. He promised me he could handle it, and he had done it on other drugs before. I gave it to him, but with a stern lecture on the dose response curve of 2C-E, and on how irresponsible it was. The very next day he came to me and thanked me a million times for the talk. He decided to take 18, and had the experience of a lifetime, and couldn’t imagine what would of happened if he took the whole dose.
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Thanks for the read.
I love how accurately you described your sensory experiences.