Psychedelics_r_best
Bluelighter
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Well I was going up to the great outdoors of Idaho for vacation and figured I just needed some mental stimulation in the form of psychedelics. So brought up a dose of DOI, 4mg, and a dose of 5-meo-mipt, 20mg, I took them a week apart, the DOI first.
I took the DOI at about nine thirty in the morning. It came absorbed on a piece of gauss and I swallowed it. I ate breakfast after that, then swallowed several anti-oxidant pills. I put on warm clothes, popped Saucerful of Secrets into the cd player and went for a walk with my family.
As I walked down the forested road not much seemed to happen. I stared up at the trees and the vast sky and envisioned the ripples of silence seeming to flow through them, but this was still very slight. I walked down the road and eventually divereged to the edge of the semi-frozen lake. I walked along piers and tried to imagine people in the ice and it seemed to work a little. Still not much was happening after a while and I got a little disspointed but tried to make the best of it that I could. I walked back along the shore towards my house when I started to feel it. The song Saucerful of Secrets came on and I sat on the rock and stared at the water. As the tension of the song built, the every ripple in the water turned into a pair of lips parting from a kiss, with all sorts of brilliant colors refelcting off them from the sun. Designs and figures started to weave in with these lips and dance and spiral all round in sorts of tapestries interwoven with each other. The song ended and I turned to the shore, it was convulsing and bending and the snow rolled down the shore in sparkling waterfalls. When I closed my eyes, a spinning rng of eyes surrouned by red, yellow, and green presented itself. Also a face of screming mouths wreathed in a green circle. As I continued towards my house, that marvelous cascading of snow continued. Once I got back in the house I ate some, laughed a little at this joy of eating, but the marvelous visuals that I had experienced down by the shore had dissappeared. The time was one pm when I got home.
I went out on another walk latter along a road. I would notice nothing if I kept walking, but if I stopped dragons and lizards and all sorts of creatures and objects could be observed crawling and existing within the snow. I wound around the frozen end of the lake, walked across it, and continued home along the shore. Nothing much seemed to be happening. I spent the rest of the day inside. That night when I toom a bath, the stucco wall was teaming with numerous designs of interwoven frogs, trees and nature scenes. Purple dots floated along the walls. These patterns were quite impressive, quite nice.
I watched a taped episode of mash with my dad next to a fire in the hearth, faces spontaneously presented themselves to me out of the flames. The mash episode I found quite funny, as it seemed so obviously falicious, yet was done for our enjoyment. I burst out in laughter however, when both episodes we attempted to watch cut out right at the climax and phased out to a AT & T wireless confernece. At night as I lay in bed there I put the headphones on again and there seemed to be this imagry layer in my field of vision, transparent patterns, eyes, faces, colors, shapes that moved about. One flashing visual in my mind was a pool of blood in a bucket, accompanied by a voice pleading to me how I could do such a thing with an innuendo I killed someone. I could hear voices as well. Soon I became tired however, and went to sleep.
In conclusion, I was expecting some crashing +++, but I wouldnt say that really happened. Perhaps it had something to do with the breakfast, or anti-oxidant gels.
Now on to the 5-meo-mipt. Between the two, this guy was difenately the winner. I swallowed the pill at about eleven thirty in the morning, popped Atom Heart Mother into the cd player, and went outside. In about fifteen minutes I could already observe the leaves patterning. As I walked down the road, the fallen dried cedar leaves feathered into appealing little birds scattered along the ground. I stopped at a vantage point and observed the lake and surroundings, which were not to visually skewed, but there was a very pleasant feeling to just observing.
About half an hour latter I diverged on the segment of road to the edge of the lake. Things were starting to get visual, and quite trippy. I kept a piece of paper with me and at this point, this is what I jotted down- "ice crushes like eyes in my hands as the trees waltz around me and their footsteps echo through the long corridors of the forest in rhythmic arches of joy." The trees werent really waltzing, but they did take on bodies, eyes, arms. At this point as well "as I walk along the mosaicing and moustaching grounf a row of junipers turns into a row of curpulent smoking buisness men." They werent really these coruplent smoking buisness men, but I had no other way of describing that row of bushes that sat and bounced with their little faces and internal creatures swarming within them. I stayed in this spot for a little.
Then I walked on towards the shore.
In the form of a little depression in the ground "what a delightful tub of churning leaves I have happened upon." The leaves were autumn organes and reds and were patterning delightfully. I walked to the piers of a winter-abandoned marina. I walked along these pillars and looked at the ice. It soon took on numerous patterns, faces, in pinks and greens, swirling about and changing as I moved my eyes. I tried stepping on the ice, some places were weak, and some were quite strong. The sound of the water beneath the piers was confounding. As i tunred to look at the shore and forest "a group of trees laid bare by winters breeze dance in front of me in rows of yellpish creatures with swarming pink eyes, as the blanket sky unroles its trance upon me." The trees actually would move about, flailing their arms, swarming mouths, eyes, and pink color everywhere. I also noted that "the clouds move rather fast."
before I left I also jotted down "it seems the grappling creatures of the ice and trees will compete to tear me apart and sink on me," as well as "better watch out for water, the reflections can get you too."
I continued on down the shore. The music was, and had been the whole time, marvelous sounding, absoulte beauty transfixing the scene before my eyes. I walked in the opposite direction of my house down the shore. Here the ice got thicker. I took to walking on it. The trees were continuosuly in their active, creature state, one in particular with no leaves and yellow branches was crowned with red and yellow dragons. The ground mosaiced in yellow and greens as the stones became little jewels. Well, all this time I was walking on the ice with my headphones on. You could imagine the humor in this if you have tripped before. Holy shit the ice is cracking! Oh shit, run run run! Slipping, falling, practically using my teeth to claw my way back to shore. Then, realizing the crack and sound was some lost note in the music and that crack was some shadow casted by some unseen monster. Realizing the crack falicious, darting back out onto the ice to repeat the process. However, not really being able to tell anything for sure at all.
I sure started to trip hard. Faces in the rocks. Dancing archaic men patterned repeatingly on the ground. When I closed my eyes I was greeted by spinning pillars of pink and blue, wreated with dots of the opposite color. A yellow tunnel, dissipating with a culminating point in the music, soaring out into outserspace with the stars like warm eyes on a velvet rug. I threw rocks out onto the ice to test its safety. Felt sorry for them, went to fetch them, carried them around, forgot what I was doing with them, then dropping them. Walking around melted points in the shore with no ice for the sake of doing it because I was tripping so hard I couldnt tell for shit if there was ice even there.
The houses across the bay turned into faces with xylophone mouths, red, blue, how nice they looked. By this point my trip note paper had scribblings such as "majesty" " tripping balls, cant explain." I made it to some bench overlooking the whole seen, the bay, the forested mountains, the houses, the sky. I collapsed here and melted into this bench. This was the climax of the trip. For about an hour I lay there, motionless on the bench, as soft rains fell from the sky and landed on me, tickling my skin with unknown sensation. The trees above me flailed about, bristling peacock feathers. The ice on the bay swirling with heads of grotesque oxen of pink and green. The sky changing colors, yellow, blue, green, pink, decorated with the swirling clouds that poured like a waterfall over the distant mountains. Great figures swinging giant tentacles, patterns, unfolding, soaring, dispersing and coalescing. The music was devine, riddled with connotations, bristling with emotions of all sorts. After an hour of this complete crazyness, in which I contemplated killing myself for no other moment would attain the majesty of this one, as well as numerous other things far too complicated and lost in the universes of thought that flowed water-like throuhg my head. I managed to scribble in resolve "what is life" on my paper. But the true feeling behind this thought was lost with the great trance of the trip.
I had a sense of the great majesty of time, how it is compelled, and inevitable. The future exists solidly, because things can only happen one way. And in this, I felt great obligation, weight, compelling my actions, yet carefree for time was taking care of me. As I walked back from the bench, the great focal point of my trip, towards my home the water drainage systems swirled remarkably, fantasticly, marvelous, down into the lake. The dancing men were still dancing in full sway, probably still are now, this very day. I no longer felt like walking on the ice. I felt a new meaning in life. I had to contemplate this vast scenery of counciousness I was now a part of.
Back home, my parents questioned where I had been. It was now 4:30. It had rained and was getting dark. I had no problem explaining a solemn walk along the shore, enjoying the scenery. I ate some food, which gave some great pleasure and humor, after tasting my own tongue so profusely for five hours. We played a memory game, the cards schintillated and moved about. I felt like a gambler, all us sitting around, with the cartoonish drawings on those memory cards.
I finally retired to the bathtub, where I contemplated this vast unimaginable thing, for no word can describe this place we are in, and sat there, with scrambled egg brains, and put the world back together again in a slightly new, more apprecaitive way, than I had had it put together before.
I took the DOI at about nine thirty in the morning. It came absorbed on a piece of gauss and I swallowed it. I ate breakfast after that, then swallowed several anti-oxidant pills. I put on warm clothes, popped Saucerful of Secrets into the cd player and went for a walk with my family.
As I walked down the forested road not much seemed to happen. I stared up at the trees and the vast sky and envisioned the ripples of silence seeming to flow through them, but this was still very slight. I walked down the road and eventually divereged to the edge of the semi-frozen lake. I walked along piers and tried to imagine people in the ice and it seemed to work a little. Still not much was happening after a while and I got a little disspointed but tried to make the best of it that I could. I walked back along the shore towards my house when I started to feel it. The song Saucerful of Secrets came on and I sat on the rock and stared at the water. As the tension of the song built, the every ripple in the water turned into a pair of lips parting from a kiss, with all sorts of brilliant colors refelcting off them from the sun. Designs and figures started to weave in with these lips and dance and spiral all round in sorts of tapestries interwoven with each other. The song ended and I turned to the shore, it was convulsing and bending and the snow rolled down the shore in sparkling waterfalls. When I closed my eyes, a spinning rng of eyes surrouned by red, yellow, and green presented itself. Also a face of screming mouths wreathed in a green circle. As I continued towards my house, that marvelous cascading of snow continued. Once I got back in the house I ate some, laughed a little at this joy of eating, but the marvelous visuals that I had experienced down by the shore had dissappeared. The time was one pm when I got home.
I went out on another walk latter along a road. I would notice nothing if I kept walking, but if I stopped dragons and lizards and all sorts of creatures and objects could be observed crawling and existing within the snow. I wound around the frozen end of the lake, walked across it, and continued home along the shore. Nothing much seemed to be happening. I spent the rest of the day inside. That night when I toom a bath, the stucco wall was teaming with numerous designs of interwoven frogs, trees and nature scenes. Purple dots floated along the walls. These patterns were quite impressive, quite nice.
I watched a taped episode of mash with my dad next to a fire in the hearth, faces spontaneously presented themselves to me out of the flames. The mash episode I found quite funny, as it seemed so obviously falicious, yet was done for our enjoyment. I burst out in laughter however, when both episodes we attempted to watch cut out right at the climax and phased out to a AT & T wireless confernece. At night as I lay in bed there I put the headphones on again and there seemed to be this imagry layer in my field of vision, transparent patterns, eyes, faces, colors, shapes that moved about. One flashing visual in my mind was a pool of blood in a bucket, accompanied by a voice pleading to me how I could do such a thing with an innuendo I killed someone. I could hear voices as well. Soon I became tired however, and went to sleep.
In conclusion, I was expecting some crashing +++, but I wouldnt say that really happened. Perhaps it had something to do with the breakfast, or anti-oxidant gels.
Now on to the 5-meo-mipt. Between the two, this guy was difenately the winner. I swallowed the pill at about eleven thirty in the morning, popped Atom Heart Mother into the cd player, and went outside. In about fifteen minutes I could already observe the leaves patterning. As I walked down the road, the fallen dried cedar leaves feathered into appealing little birds scattered along the ground. I stopped at a vantage point and observed the lake and surroundings, which were not to visually skewed, but there was a very pleasant feeling to just observing.
About half an hour latter I diverged on the segment of road to the edge of the lake. Things were starting to get visual, and quite trippy. I kept a piece of paper with me and at this point, this is what I jotted down- "ice crushes like eyes in my hands as the trees waltz around me and their footsteps echo through the long corridors of the forest in rhythmic arches of joy." The trees werent really waltzing, but they did take on bodies, eyes, arms. At this point as well "as I walk along the mosaicing and moustaching grounf a row of junipers turns into a row of curpulent smoking buisness men." They werent really these coruplent smoking buisness men, but I had no other way of describing that row of bushes that sat and bounced with their little faces and internal creatures swarming within them. I stayed in this spot for a little.
Then I walked on towards the shore.
In the form of a little depression in the ground "what a delightful tub of churning leaves I have happened upon." The leaves were autumn organes and reds and were patterning delightfully. I walked to the piers of a winter-abandoned marina. I walked along these pillars and looked at the ice. It soon took on numerous patterns, faces, in pinks and greens, swirling about and changing as I moved my eyes. I tried stepping on the ice, some places were weak, and some were quite strong. The sound of the water beneath the piers was confounding. As i tunred to look at the shore and forest "a group of trees laid bare by winters breeze dance in front of me in rows of yellpish creatures with swarming pink eyes, as the blanket sky unroles its trance upon me." The trees actually would move about, flailing their arms, swarming mouths, eyes, and pink color everywhere. I also noted that "the clouds move rather fast."
before I left I also jotted down "it seems the grappling creatures of the ice and trees will compete to tear me apart and sink on me," as well as "better watch out for water, the reflections can get you too."
I continued on down the shore. The music was, and had been the whole time, marvelous sounding, absoulte beauty transfixing the scene before my eyes. I walked in the opposite direction of my house down the shore. Here the ice got thicker. I took to walking on it. The trees were continuosuly in their active, creature state, one in particular with no leaves and yellow branches was crowned with red and yellow dragons. The ground mosaiced in yellow and greens as the stones became little jewels. Well, all this time I was walking on the ice with my headphones on. You could imagine the humor in this if you have tripped before. Holy shit the ice is cracking! Oh shit, run run run! Slipping, falling, practically using my teeth to claw my way back to shore. Then, realizing the crack and sound was some lost note in the music and that crack was some shadow casted by some unseen monster. Realizing the crack falicious, darting back out onto the ice to repeat the process. However, not really being able to tell anything for sure at all.
I sure started to trip hard. Faces in the rocks. Dancing archaic men patterned repeatingly on the ground. When I closed my eyes I was greeted by spinning pillars of pink and blue, wreated with dots of the opposite color. A yellow tunnel, dissipating with a culminating point in the music, soaring out into outserspace with the stars like warm eyes on a velvet rug. I threw rocks out onto the ice to test its safety. Felt sorry for them, went to fetch them, carried them around, forgot what I was doing with them, then dropping them. Walking around melted points in the shore with no ice for the sake of doing it because I was tripping so hard I couldnt tell for shit if there was ice even there.
The houses across the bay turned into faces with xylophone mouths, red, blue, how nice they looked. By this point my trip note paper had scribblings such as "majesty" " tripping balls, cant explain." I made it to some bench overlooking the whole seen, the bay, the forested mountains, the houses, the sky. I collapsed here and melted into this bench. This was the climax of the trip. For about an hour I lay there, motionless on the bench, as soft rains fell from the sky and landed on me, tickling my skin with unknown sensation. The trees above me flailed about, bristling peacock feathers. The ice on the bay swirling with heads of grotesque oxen of pink and green. The sky changing colors, yellow, blue, green, pink, decorated with the swirling clouds that poured like a waterfall over the distant mountains. Great figures swinging giant tentacles, patterns, unfolding, soaring, dispersing and coalescing. The music was devine, riddled with connotations, bristling with emotions of all sorts. After an hour of this complete crazyness, in which I contemplated killing myself for no other moment would attain the majesty of this one, as well as numerous other things far too complicated and lost in the universes of thought that flowed water-like throuhg my head. I managed to scribble in resolve "what is life" on my paper. But the true feeling behind this thought was lost with the great trance of the trip.
I had a sense of the great majesty of time, how it is compelled, and inevitable. The future exists solidly, because things can only happen one way. And in this, I felt great obligation, weight, compelling my actions, yet carefree for time was taking care of me. As I walked back from the bench, the great focal point of my trip, towards my home the water drainage systems swirled remarkably, fantasticly, marvelous, down into the lake. The dancing men were still dancing in full sway, probably still are now, this very day. I no longer felt like walking on the ice. I felt a new meaning in life. I had to contemplate this vast scenery of counciousness I was now a part of.
Back home, my parents questioned where I had been. It was now 4:30. It had rained and was getting dark. I had no problem explaining a solemn walk along the shore, enjoying the scenery. I ate some food, which gave some great pleasure and humor, after tasting my own tongue so profusely for five hours. We played a memory game, the cards schintillated and moved about. I felt like a gambler, all us sitting around, with the cartoonish drawings on those memory cards.
I finally retired to the bathtub, where I contemplated this vast unimaginable thing, for no word can describe this place we are in, and sat there, with scrambled egg brains, and put the world back together again in a slightly new, more apprecaitive way, than I had had it put together before.
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