Hello !! 
This is my first thread and I would like to share with you the time that my mind literally exploded (or rather imploded) and the interstital fluid in my bowels came seeking out of my rear end.
NB: This diatribe is in no way meant to condone what I did. God only knows how I am still alive at the moment.
It all started on my 21st birthday. The build up to it was massive and my friends were all telling me that they had somewhat of a surprise for me. The setting was a festival just outside of Melbourne, Australia. The weather was a beautiful 30 degrees celcius, the and the rays blanketed me in a omniprescent feeling of warmth with a slight tinge of foreboding angst as I simultaneously puffed away on my first bit of green for the evening. Not sure what type it was but most likely a sativa bringing me to a mellow point of relaxation, reflection and keen discernment as to the happenings of festival life.
My friend, let's call him GB decided that this should all be shattered and we should 'get on the juice as soon as we can'. My pleas of sanity went unheeded
and he instantly whipped out the crack! Now... in Australia we don't have freebase cocaine, but I like to call it crack anyway because it sounds like the real deal. Anyway.... GB pulls out a rig the size of a cucumber, mixes about an 8-ball of coke, goes away looking for more saline, and comes back to the tent with it all ready. Some Beach Boys was playing and this helped to set some strangely energetic atmosphere. Slamming 2/3rds himself and handing the rig over, I put it straight into an aorta of sorts and push the plunger down.
As soon as it hit me I knew I was in for a ride :D...
[+15mins]... this is not cocaine... well it is.... the world is my oyster but this particular world we are talking about is made up of fractals, perceptual distortion and almost complete disconnection from what one would call 'reality' and even a hint of proper sagacity. Wait? What? Where? Is that a cicarda chirping in the background? Ears ringing? WTF!!?
"Haha man, you just got your present.... two and a half grams of the purest Ketamine this side of Bangkok."
I seriously did not know where I was, nor did I care.
"Pass us the crackie".
I fumble around the stool next to me attempting to find the shape or even touch of the foot-long glass pipe. A good minute later I realise I'm holding it.... has that been forever or have I been reduced to the level of a goldfish? Will never know, but at the time that thought faded as the bliss of the DMT/Salvia high hit me. This is about the time where I had absolutely no idea if I even existed. One minute sperical hint of light... flash... nothing... beeping noise.... no.... wait... BOOm!. WTF?.... spherical light,..... non-existent..... nothing.....nothing......
It's hard to place everything in a chronological order here as it was about 42 hours until I realised what basic shapes and my surroundings were again. My friendship group within the tent during that time had grown to around 6 of us and anecdotally they all told me that I simply slumped of, then gradually fell to the ground and stayed like that for the duration of the trip.
Fastforward to an hour after regaining consciousness. The cocaine had slowly faded and made me feel a bit off and all other substances are now non-existent. Voicing my concern to my friends one of them (let's call him HT) said that he bought along some 'brown sugar' and even though it was for later (the current time was about 6pm) I could sample some now. HELL YEA! %) Grabbing the baggy I decided to insufflate half a gram. Looking back this was totally nonsensical as I have absolutely no opiate tolerance what-so-ever. Thus mid-way through smoking some seriously good herb I once again pass out... or rather 'nod' as one would call it.
During this 'nod' I experienced some of the strangest feelings and visual expressions I have ever encountered. A whole lifetime of energy was put into sequential motion and I could touch and breath past life, feel the emotions lost and yet almost feel detached at the same time. Was I welcome in this realm? Will I ever be allowed back? I didn't want to go. Not now, please, let me stay!!!
"SMACK!"
"Wake the hell up you junky or you will miss the show".
"Oh crap!"
Due to have my hand prematurely in the baggie I had now missed half of Basement Jaxx who were my favourite act!! (They were playing the night show).... meaning (this came as a slow realisation.)... that it was 10pm and I had yet to truely experience the festival. After a couple of bowls of crumbly kief, two joints and 4 points of ice (speed) to give me a bit of "pick up" we were off to the main stage.
The speed was good. verrrrrrrryyyy GOOD! Instantly I started moshing at the front of the stage and getting a bit rowdy. My friends who were now really concernced with me and seeing how inappopriate I was acting decided to mellow me out with some acid. Yet this was not a good decision as they gave me the whole baggy and I ended up eating the entire 6 sugarcubes (maybe I was hypoglycaemic or something and needed the sugar??).... whatever the case this is the point where I was totally and utterly f***ed.
There was this jumping castle that the crowd was throwing up in the air and I thought that I was inside it and that I was king. I have heard of illusions of grandeur, especially while on stimulants, but this was a whole other story. I had maidens, I was a knight in shining armour, the crowd was my moat and destiny was to ride this wave out and capture the heart of a fair princess. I was feeding the fish with cake and wine as the jester joyfully played a melody purely idiosyncratic of a pre-baroque period. Dragons and other magical creatures bordering the realism of GOD sprayed forth from the instrument and enveloped me in a sense of love, life and wealth beyond the richest of men.
Now... near to the main stage is a bar which is basically a really large tent where you can buy tokens and have a bit of a tipple. Being in my jolly mood at the time and with no idea what so ever as to how I made my way from the front of the gig to my current place I decided that I should smash a couple of tinnies down just so that my mood could be a bit more balanced (at this time I tended to get a bit edgy with severe tinnitus and the energy of a bull). The only problem was that I was incoherent and the bar refused to serve me any alcohol. Disappointed at this I grabbed the two beers from the person next to me and ran whilst scolling them as fast as I could. They gave chase for a while but then probably realised that it wasn't worth it.
My memory from this time on becomes jumbled and basically,.,.. well.... I have no idea what happened. What I do know is that I woke up UNDERNEATH one of the rides (where it's all rusty and scummy). All the pills in my pocket had been consumed and this included roughly 10*5mg of diazepam, an unknown quantity of prometiazine, 80mg oxycodone a bottle of temazepam and a 10-pack of ecstacy. My head felt worse than ever before. Not a coherent thought could be kept for more than 10 seconds. I went back unconscious.
Waking up at some other time and walking out of my little hiding hole I realised that it was daytime and I had pissed and shat myself. "Wow... I have reached a new low" I thought. Somehow with the glares from other people all the way back I reached my tent where I redressed (leaving my soiled clothes in a tree, lol!) and slept once again
Overall I slept through the rest of the festival (3 days). Friends said that while tripping on acid I had clearly wet my pants and when they approached me about it apparantly I just ran. They only saw me once afterwards yelling obscenities at the ferris wheel and then I ran off again.
Spent that day smoking some fine bud and in general just chilling and reminiscing about good times. Is not something I would do again, but was sure a fun ride.
This is my first thread and I would like to share with you the time that my mind literally exploded (or rather imploded) and the interstital fluid in my bowels came seeking out of my rear end.
NB: This diatribe is in no way meant to condone what I did. God only knows how I am still alive at the moment.
It all started on my 21st birthday. The build up to it was massive and my friends were all telling me that they had somewhat of a surprise for me. The setting was a festival just outside of Melbourne, Australia. The weather was a beautiful 30 degrees celcius, the and the rays blanketed me in a omniprescent feeling of warmth with a slight tinge of foreboding angst as I simultaneously puffed away on my first bit of green for the evening. Not sure what type it was but most likely a sativa bringing me to a mellow point of relaxation, reflection and keen discernment as to the happenings of festival life.
My friend, let's call him GB decided that this should all be shattered and we should 'get on the juice as soon as we can'. My pleas of sanity went unheeded
and he instantly whipped out the crack! Now... in Australia we don't have freebase cocaine, but I like to call it crack anyway because it sounds like the real deal. Anyway.... GB pulls out a rig the size of a cucumber, mixes about an 8-ball of coke, goes away looking for more saline, and comes back to the tent with it all ready. Some Beach Boys was playing and this helped to set some strangely energetic atmosphere. Slamming 2/3rds himself and handing the rig over, I put it straight into an aorta of sorts and push the plunger down. As soon as it hit me I knew I was in for a ride :D...
[+15mins]... this is not cocaine... well it is.... the world is my oyster but this particular world we are talking about is made up of fractals, perceptual distortion and almost complete disconnection from what one would call 'reality' and even a hint of proper sagacity. Wait? What? Where? Is that a cicarda chirping in the background? Ears ringing? WTF!!?
"Haha man, you just got your present.... two and a half grams of the purest Ketamine this side of Bangkok."
I seriously did not know where I was, nor did I care.
"Pass us the crackie".
I fumble around the stool next to me attempting to find the shape or even touch of the foot-long glass pipe. A good minute later I realise I'm holding it.... has that been forever or have I been reduced to the level of a goldfish? Will never know, but at the time that thought faded as the bliss of the DMT/Salvia high hit me. This is about the time where I had absolutely no idea if I even existed. One minute sperical hint of light... flash... nothing... beeping noise.... no.... wait... BOOm!. WTF?.... spherical light,..... non-existent..... nothing.....nothing......
It's hard to place everything in a chronological order here as it was about 42 hours until I realised what basic shapes and my surroundings were again. My friendship group within the tent during that time had grown to around 6 of us and anecdotally they all told me that I simply slumped of, then gradually fell to the ground and stayed like that for the duration of the trip.
Fastforward to an hour after regaining consciousness. The cocaine had slowly faded and made me feel a bit off and all other substances are now non-existent. Voicing my concern to my friends one of them (let's call him HT) said that he bought along some 'brown sugar' and even though it was for later (the current time was about 6pm) I could sample some now. HELL YEA! %) Grabbing the baggy I decided to insufflate half a gram. Looking back this was totally nonsensical as I have absolutely no opiate tolerance what-so-ever. Thus mid-way through smoking some seriously good herb I once again pass out... or rather 'nod' as one would call it.
During this 'nod' I experienced some of the strangest feelings and visual expressions I have ever encountered. A whole lifetime of energy was put into sequential motion and I could touch and breath past life, feel the emotions lost and yet almost feel detached at the same time. Was I welcome in this realm? Will I ever be allowed back? I didn't want to go. Not now, please, let me stay!!!
"SMACK!"
"Wake the hell up you junky or you will miss the show".
"Oh crap!"
Due to have my hand prematurely in the baggie I had now missed half of Basement Jaxx who were my favourite act!! (They were playing the night show).... meaning (this came as a slow realisation.)... that it was 10pm and I had yet to truely experience the festival. After a couple of bowls of crumbly kief, two joints and 4 points of ice (speed) to give me a bit of "pick up" we were off to the main stage.
The speed was good. verrrrrrrryyyy GOOD! Instantly I started moshing at the front of the stage and getting a bit rowdy. My friends who were now really concernced with me and seeing how inappopriate I was acting decided to mellow me out with some acid. Yet this was not a good decision as they gave me the whole baggy and I ended up eating the entire 6 sugarcubes (maybe I was hypoglycaemic or something and needed the sugar??).... whatever the case this is the point where I was totally and utterly f***ed.
There was this jumping castle that the crowd was throwing up in the air and I thought that I was inside it and that I was king. I have heard of illusions of grandeur, especially while on stimulants, but this was a whole other story. I had maidens, I was a knight in shining armour, the crowd was my moat and destiny was to ride this wave out and capture the heart of a fair princess. I was feeding the fish with cake and wine as the jester joyfully played a melody purely idiosyncratic of a pre-baroque period. Dragons and other magical creatures bordering the realism of GOD sprayed forth from the instrument and enveloped me in a sense of love, life and wealth beyond the richest of men.
Now... near to the main stage is a bar which is basically a really large tent where you can buy tokens and have a bit of a tipple. Being in my jolly mood at the time and with no idea what so ever as to how I made my way from the front of the gig to my current place I decided that I should smash a couple of tinnies down just so that my mood could be a bit more balanced (at this time I tended to get a bit edgy with severe tinnitus and the energy of a bull). The only problem was that I was incoherent and the bar refused to serve me any alcohol. Disappointed at this I grabbed the two beers from the person next to me and ran whilst scolling them as fast as I could. They gave chase for a while but then probably realised that it wasn't worth it.
My memory from this time on becomes jumbled and basically,.,.. well.... I have no idea what happened. What I do know is that I woke up UNDERNEATH one of the rides (where it's all rusty and scummy). All the pills in my pocket had been consumed and this included roughly 10*5mg of diazepam, an unknown quantity of prometiazine, 80mg oxycodone a bottle of temazepam and a 10-pack of ecstacy. My head felt worse than ever before. Not a coherent thought could be kept for more than 10 seconds. I went back unconscious.
Waking up at some other time and walking out of my little hiding hole I realised that it was daytime and I had pissed and shat myself. "Wow... I have reached a new low" I thought. Somehow with the glares from other people all the way back I reached my tent where I redressed (leaving my soiled clothes in a tree, lol!) and slept once again
Overall I slept through the rest of the festival (3 days). Friends said that while tripping on acid I had clearly wet my pants and when they approached me about it apparantly I just ran. They only saw me once afterwards yelling obscenities at the ferris wheel and then I ran off again.
Spent that day smoking some fine bud and in general just chilling and reminiscing about good times. Is not something I would do again, but was sure a fun ride.
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