BushMonster
Bluelighter
Acid (1 tab of 'Da Vinci Code' blotter), Ketamine (Heroic Dose) and 1/2g Cocaine - Fairly experienced - A birthday I won't forget!
So anyway, how do you begin to even describe a life changing trip like this...!?
Insanity doesn't even come close to anything I experienced on this trip.
It was the day of my 26th Birthday... How little I was prepared for what was yet to come. I'd met my friends in the pub at 4:30 for a few beers to celebrate. We had a few games of pool a few more beers, and a few sneaky lines of Cocaine which was left over from the weekend. At around 6:30pm, I left the pub with my friends and went back to their house to continue the party.
The Ketamine dealer was coming around as my friends wanted some MDMA powder, Ketamine and Acid for a big party next week. She came to the house but had not yet cooked the Ketamine so she threw it into a pan with a little water and I watched her contently.
I'd promised myself that previous weekend that if I could get hold of any acid then I'd drop. Luckily for me she had a small baggie with 8 blotters. I bought one from her and dropped half at around 9:30pm as she cooked the K. My two other friends shared a blotter between them.
At around 10:00pm she'd finished the first batch of K, put it into separate wraps and as a reward, she racked us up some lines. I'd done a lot of Ketamine that weekend, and the previous few weekends so was feeling pretty confident and had a bit of a tolerance (or at least I thought I did!). She racked the lines and holy fuck, the line she had was at least twice as long and wide to that of any line of COKE I'd ever done before, let alone Ketamine! There was no way I was having quite that much so I chopped myself a BIG line.
|----------------------| (about this long and a little wider than the vertical line). I snorted the line and went into the living room to sit on the couch.
I went and spoke with friends, watched some t.v. and generally chilled while the dealer cooked up the next batch. I was tripping quite hard by now - my friends had cooked some pizza so I dove straight in - I was starving!
The next batch of K was finished - this is where I should have been smart and said no, but hey, the offer of a line of K is just too tempting so I went and had another (I have no idea why!) probably a little larger than the first. This is where things started to fall apart. I'm not really too sure but I think I also dropped the second half of the acid blotter somewhere around this point after snorting the line.
I remember stumbling to the bathroom for a pee, as I came back out, one of my mates caught me as a fell. Apparently, I caught his arm and was gripping really hard with a look of sheer panic on my face. It was too late by then - the ride had started and I was on for the duration whether I liked it or not.
Everything had dissolved in front of me and I had complete ego loss - this was
something that I'd always wanted to achieve, but looking back now, I think I would have rather given it a miss!!! ;o)
It was sheer panic, confusion - I had no control on where it was taking me. The only way I can really describe what was going on was as if my mind was like a gyroscoping wormhole (with a very metallic feel to it.) diving in and out and around and around and upside down feeling like it would never end.
I really wish that I had could have just passed out at this point from the
Ketamine, but the there was no way the acid was going to let me do that.
My mates said afterwards, that as this point they were seriously concerned for my well being - still, they looked on, and didn't say anything that might upset me and for that I truly appreciate their friendship - one comment would have flipped me over the edge. For an hour or so I was locked in this neverending turning gyroscope - I can't say that it was pleasant - I was SO fucking intense. Moreso than the experience I had from 4 grams of dried shrooms years earlier (the previously most intense experience in my life).
After an hour, the effects gradually started to ease off a bit and i was able to get some kind of grip back on reality... The effects of the Ketamine slowly subdued and as they did, I could feel the warm waves of acid rushing over my body. My friends went and smoked a joint but there was no fucking way I was risking sending myself back to that place I'd just been in... I passed on the weed.
I was sitting in the lounge when I first noticed that everything had depth of shadow (the shadow had a digitised sheen to it) and that the colours in the
normally pale living room were so vivid.
Myself and a girl friend were sitting on a bright green sofa (pic to follow), and within the green pattern of the chairs were leaves and branches. This pattern seemed to take on a life of it's own and it felt that these sofas were living breathing entities. (the sofas seemed to inhale and exhale!)
I looked up admiring the depth of all the shadow dancing around the room and
noticed the door frame. The wooden grain was still visible under where the frame had been painted and the grain in the wood was washing back and forth like the tides lapping at the shore. When I closed my eyes now I could see vivid closed eye visuals (a lot of bright pink lightning and interesting colours and patterns).
By now, I was feeling a lot more comfortable and my friends could get coherent conversation out of me! My friend got me a mars ice cream which I ate slowly, savouring the thick chocolate.
Some dating programme was playing on the t.v. - the t.v. was no longer a discrete boundary - it seemed like anyone could step through at any point they liked. The woman on the T.V. looked a bit like a witch and had a pointy nose! ;o)
From here on out, the trip was particularly enjoyable - everyone was rushing a bit from the acid and we were generally laughing, being silly and having (what seemed like) intellectual conversation.
A lot later, someone looked at the clock - it was about 4:30am everyone was tired and decided to call it a night. We went to try and get what little sleep we could. We had had, a fair few beers during the course of the night which probably helped us sleep. I lay there for about an hour, watching the pink lightning and visuals, before I started to pass out, falling in and out of consciousness. Finally I fell asleep.
So anyway, that was the main gist of the experience - I wish I could explain the torment in more detail at the most intense point of the trip, but there are no words, no ways of conveying that feeling...It was overwhelming - it was sheer panic and confusion - I was caught like a rabbit in the headlights. It's definitely not something that I would EVER recommend anyone doing... If I hadn't been experinced with what I was doing, it might have been enough to tip me over the edge.
SO what did I learn? I think the main thing I learnt from the experience is to
take only the amount of drugs that you're comfortable with - trying to match the VERY EXPERIENCED Ketamine dealer was a ridiculous task, and something I wished that I hadn't tryed to do.
I also decided during the trip, that my girlfriend whom I've been neglecting as of late, is an important part of my life and i want her to share my future (I will send her an e-mail when I'm a little bit straighter!). Finally, I decided that
this may be the last time I experiment with drugs. I think I've learned
everything from them that I can possibly gain over the last 9 years - It's about
time I looked after my mental and physical health a bit more.
I've learned a lot from them, they helped shaped me to be the man I am today but it's time to move on.
Bushy
So anyway, how do you begin to even describe a life changing trip like this...!?
Insanity doesn't even come close to anything I experienced on this trip.
It was the day of my 26th Birthday... How little I was prepared for what was yet to come. I'd met my friends in the pub at 4:30 for a few beers to celebrate. We had a few games of pool a few more beers, and a few sneaky lines of Cocaine which was left over from the weekend. At around 6:30pm, I left the pub with my friends and went back to their house to continue the party.
The Ketamine dealer was coming around as my friends wanted some MDMA powder, Ketamine and Acid for a big party next week. She came to the house but had not yet cooked the Ketamine so she threw it into a pan with a little water and I watched her contently.
I'd promised myself that previous weekend that if I could get hold of any acid then I'd drop. Luckily for me she had a small baggie with 8 blotters. I bought one from her and dropped half at around 9:30pm as she cooked the K. My two other friends shared a blotter between them.
At around 10:00pm she'd finished the first batch of K, put it into separate wraps and as a reward, she racked us up some lines. I'd done a lot of Ketamine that weekend, and the previous few weekends so was feeling pretty confident and had a bit of a tolerance (or at least I thought I did!). She racked the lines and holy fuck, the line she had was at least twice as long and wide to that of any line of COKE I'd ever done before, let alone Ketamine! There was no way I was having quite that much so I chopped myself a BIG line.
|----------------------| (about this long and a little wider than the vertical line). I snorted the line and went into the living room to sit on the couch.
I went and spoke with friends, watched some t.v. and generally chilled while the dealer cooked up the next batch. I was tripping quite hard by now - my friends had cooked some pizza so I dove straight in - I was starving!
The next batch of K was finished - this is where I should have been smart and said no, but hey, the offer of a line of K is just too tempting so I went and had another (I have no idea why!) probably a little larger than the first. This is where things started to fall apart. I'm not really too sure but I think I also dropped the second half of the acid blotter somewhere around this point after snorting the line.
I remember stumbling to the bathroom for a pee, as I came back out, one of my mates caught me as a fell. Apparently, I caught his arm and was gripping really hard with a look of sheer panic on my face. It was too late by then - the ride had started and I was on for the duration whether I liked it or not.
Everything had dissolved in front of me and I had complete ego loss - this was
something that I'd always wanted to achieve, but looking back now, I think I would have rather given it a miss!!! ;o)
It was sheer panic, confusion - I had no control on where it was taking me. The only way I can really describe what was going on was as if my mind was like a gyroscoping wormhole (with a very metallic feel to it.) diving in and out and around and around and upside down feeling like it would never end.
I really wish that I had could have just passed out at this point from the
Ketamine, but the there was no way the acid was going to let me do that.
My mates said afterwards, that as this point they were seriously concerned for my well being - still, they looked on, and didn't say anything that might upset me and for that I truly appreciate their friendship - one comment would have flipped me over the edge. For an hour or so I was locked in this neverending turning gyroscope - I can't say that it was pleasant - I was SO fucking intense. Moreso than the experience I had from 4 grams of dried shrooms years earlier (the previously most intense experience in my life).
After an hour, the effects gradually started to ease off a bit and i was able to get some kind of grip back on reality... The effects of the Ketamine slowly subdued and as they did, I could feel the warm waves of acid rushing over my body. My friends went and smoked a joint but there was no fucking way I was risking sending myself back to that place I'd just been in... I passed on the weed.
I was sitting in the lounge when I first noticed that everything had depth of shadow (the shadow had a digitised sheen to it) and that the colours in the
normally pale living room were so vivid.
Myself and a girl friend were sitting on a bright green sofa (pic to follow), and within the green pattern of the chairs were leaves and branches. This pattern seemed to take on a life of it's own and it felt that these sofas were living breathing entities. (the sofas seemed to inhale and exhale!)
I looked up admiring the depth of all the shadow dancing around the room and
noticed the door frame. The wooden grain was still visible under where the frame had been painted and the grain in the wood was washing back and forth like the tides lapping at the shore. When I closed my eyes now I could see vivid closed eye visuals (a lot of bright pink lightning and interesting colours and patterns).
By now, I was feeling a lot more comfortable and my friends could get coherent conversation out of me! My friend got me a mars ice cream which I ate slowly, savouring the thick chocolate.
Some dating programme was playing on the t.v. - the t.v. was no longer a discrete boundary - it seemed like anyone could step through at any point they liked. The woman on the T.V. looked a bit like a witch and had a pointy nose! ;o)
From here on out, the trip was particularly enjoyable - everyone was rushing a bit from the acid and we were generally laughing, being silly and having (what seemed like) intellectual conversation.
A lot later, someone looked at the clock - it was about 4:30am everyone was tired and decided to call it a night. We went to try and get what little sleep we could. We had had, a fair few beers during the course of the night which probably helped us sleep. I lay there for about an hour, watching the pink lightning and visuals, before I started to pass out, falling in and out of consciousness. Finally I fell asleep.
So anyway, that was the main gist of the experience - I wish I could explain the torment in more detail at the most intense point of the trip, but there are no words, no ways of conveying that feeling...It was overwhelming - it was sheer panic and confusion - I was caught like a rabbit in the headlights. It's definitely not something that I would EVER recommend anyone doing... If I hadn't been experinced with what I was doing, it might have been enough to tip me over the edge.
SO what did I learn? I think the main thing I learnt from the experience is to
take only the amount of drugs that you're comfortable with - trying to match the VERY EXPERIENCED Ketamine dealer was a ridiculous task, and something I wished that I hadn't tryed to do.
I also decided during the trip, that my girlfriend whom I've been neglecting as of late, is an important part of my life and i want her to share my future (I will send her an e-mail when I'm a little bit straighter!). Finally, I decided that
this may be the last time I experiment with drugs. I think I've learned
everything from them that I can possibly gain over the last 9 years - It's about
time I looked after my mental and physical health a bit more.
I've learned a lot from them, they helped shaped me to be the man I am today but it's time to move on.
Bushy
