MDMA desciple
Ex-Bluelighter
well, any member of the tussin crew who was present at ROBOCHAT V2.0 can tell you what a crazy night it was. but, for me, it was quite a bit more. ya' see, as many times as i've robotripped, i've never been able to achieve an out-of-body experience -- i didn't think i was capable of having one. well FINALY, with some expert advice from my crewmen, i achieved just this!
i had to start later than the rest of the crew due to computer problems. i wasn't able to dose until midnight. i had planned on draining only half an
z bottle of robo max, but since i went that far, i decided to go all the way -- i drained the entire bottle. well, i was in the chatroom and about half an hour later the effects started to set-in; a much quicker come-up than usual for me. in other words, i already knew i was in for a wild ride. well, my primary fear was that since i started later than the rest of the crew, i would end up tripping alone -- which i absolutely DREAD. i extracted a promise from all present that they wouldn't leave me alone -- they agreed in true -- the crew looks out for one-another.
well, half an hour after that, at about 1:00am, the effects were going strong. at this point, i made an off-hand comment about my inability to achieve OBE. about three members of the crew all started barking the same orders at me in unison (wish i could remember who they were, but the details are -- understandably -- a bit hazey) the advice was simple: get naked, lye on my bed, turn off ALL light-sources, play some good music, and let myself drift. so, i said "i don't want to be alone. are any of you close enough to the CT area that i could call you on the phone and have someone to talk to while i attempt this?" my real tight homie moonshadow obliged me with his cellfone number. i called him, but got his voicemail so i hung-up and went back to the chat channel. about 5 minutes later the phone rang. now, it should have been obvious to me who it was, but i was already pretty out-of-it at the time so i picked up the phone with more than a little apprehension. a voice from the other end, in a kind, curious voice said one word, "disciple?" i hesitated for a moment. and then, in my own shakey, slightly frightened voice replied "moonshadow?" "yeah!" he said with much humour in his voice (presumably at my obvious fucked-upedness.) we shot the shit for a few minutes, and then decided to end the conversation so i could concentrate on the experience.
i stripped, turned off the lights, lyed down spread-eagle on the bed, and listened to some dreamy, bangin progressive. it took awhile before anything happened. i almost got up, thinking to myself "this is a crock of shit -- nothing's going to happen." then, out of nowhere, i started to feel my body moving in a northwesterly (up, and to the left) direction. this sensation delighted me and i focused on it. then after i-dont-know-how-long, my body-velocity seemed to change to a faster, more forward momentum. i suddenly started experiencing my first real CEV's at this point.
I MUST LEAVE THE COMPUTER I'M BORROWING AT THIS POINT. I WILL EDIT THIS TRIP-REPORT LATER WITH THE EXCITING CONCLUSION -- MY APOLOGIES.
okay, continuing on....
well, at this point i had my first real CEV's. now, i say "real" because i've had CEV's before, but they were always just patterns and simple images -- never anything this vivid. what i saw were colourful, nebulous shapes (sort of like when you pour milk into a glass of water -- but in bright, neon technicolour) which seemed to pulse and ungulate with a life all their own. they delighted me with their playful dancing and capering -- seeming almost like exotic deep-sea lifeforms. this is where the TRUE craziness began....
i could still feel a strong sense of forward momentum when suddenly, what appeared to be a huge vermiform shape materialized ahead of me. it was like an enormous worm made of fire. it opened it's mouth as if to swallow me, but i wasn't affraid. when i entered the mouth, it seemed less like a worm, and more like a sort of conduit or tunnel that i was travelling through. then, all at once, i understood that what i was in was my phone-line. i was travelling through it at a mind-boggling speed, following it's course from my phone, to moonshadow's.
there was no clear, definable point where the journey came to an end -- i just suddenly found myself inside the ceiling of a room, looking down. the room had white walls, and the windows had venisian blinds on them. i saw a figure leaning against the wall by one of these windows, and intuitively understood it to be moonshadow. he was wearing boxer shorts and a white shirt (either a t-shirt, or one of those oldschool undershirts -- not a wifebeater, but the kind with sleeves) and he was fiddling with a green glass bottle -- perhaps an empty beer bottle. i can't really explain why, but the bottle seemed to have a special importance -- a signifigance somehow.... it was the one image in this scene which stuck-out in my mind the most. tho i never got a clear look at his face, i just knew it was him somehow.
now, i accept it as a foregone conclusion that this whole scene was merely the construct of my fevered imagination. however, at the time (especialy the long come-down) it seemed absolutely VITAL that i contact moonshadow and find out if any of these details were accurate -- if the walls were really white, the blinds really venisian, his shirt really a white t, and ESPECIALY if he was really fiddling with a green glass bottle during our conversation; or shortly thereafter. when i opened my eyes, the magic was broken. i was back in my darkened room, lying naked on the bed with the trance comp blasting away.
i RUSHED back to ROBOCHAT V2.0 to see if he was still in the room, but he had left. when i inquired after him, i was told that he had "gotten sleepy and left." i looked in the pocket of my pants and saw that the piece of paper i had scribbled his cellfone number on was, indeed, still there. i was ELATED at this -- i had NOT imagined the phonecall, at least. i heavily considered calling him to confirm the details of my psychic(?) visit; but in the end, decided agaisnt this -- the boy deserved to get some sleep.
i still have not spoken about the experience with him, but it seems less important now. i've resolved myself to the conclusion that it's alot more probable i simply imagined the whole thing than that i had actualy left my body and visited his dwelling via phone-line -- especialy when i sobered enough to consider the fact that it was a fucking CELL phone; there WAS no line -- at least not all the way.
well, that's about it for my first OBE. i hope it was half as entertaining to read about it as it was for me, first-hand. and btw moonshadow, if you're reading this.... i'm still a bit interested to know if you've got any green glass bottles lying around.
disciple
[ 23 February 2002: Message edited by: MDMA desciple ]
i had to start later than the rest of the crew due to computer problems. i wasn't able to dose until midnight. i had planned on draining only half an


well, half an hour after that, at about 1:00am, the effects were going strong. at this point, i made an off-hand comment about my inability to achieve OBE. about three members of the crew all started barking the same orders at me in unison (wish i could remember who they were, but the details are -- understandably -- a bit hazey) the advice was simple: get naked, lye on my bed, turn off ALL light-sources, play some good music, and let myself drift. so, i said "i don't want to be alone. are any of you close enough to the CT area that i could call you on the phone and have someone to talk to while i attempt this?" my real tight homie moonshadow obliged me with his cellfone number. i called him, but got his voicemail so i hung-up and went back to the chat channel. about 5 minutes later the phone rang. now, it should have been obvious to me who it was, but i was already pretty out-of-it at the time so i picked up the phone with more than a little apprehension. a voice from the other end, in a kind, curious voice said one word, "disciple?" i hesitated for a moment. and then, in my own shakey, slightly frightened voice replied "moonshadow?" "yeah!" he said with much humour in his voice (presumably at my obvious fucked-upedness.) we shot the shit for a few minutes, and then decided to end the conversation so i could concentrate on the experience.
i stripped, turned off the lights, lyed down spread-eagle on the bed, and listened to some dreamy, bangin progressive. it took awhile before anything happened. i almost got up, thinking to myself "this is a crock of shit -- nothing's going to happen." then, out of nowhere, i started to feel my body moving in a northwesterly (up, and to the left) direction. this sensation delighted me and i focused on it. then after i-dont-know-how-long, my body-velocity seemed to change to a faster, more forward momentum. i suddenly started experiencing my first real CEV's at this point.
I MUST LEAVE THE COMPUTER I'M BORROWING AT THIS POINT. I WILL EDIT THIS TRIP-REPORT LATER WITH THE EXCITING CONCLUSION -- MY APOLOGIES.
okay, continuing on....
well, at this point i had my first real CEV's. now, i say "real" because i've had CEV's before, but they were always just patterns and simple images -- never anything this vivid. what i saw were colourful, nebulous shapes (sort of like when you pour milk into a glass of water -- but in bright, neon technicolour) which seemed to pulse and ungulate with a life all their own. they delighted me with their playful dancing and capering -- seeming almost like exotic deep-sea lifeforms. this is where the TRUE craziness began....
i could still feel a strong sense of forward momentum when suddenly, what appeared to be a huge vermiform shape materialized ahead of me. it was like an enormous worm made of fire. it opened it's mouth as if to swallow me, but i wasn't affraid. when i entered the mouth, it seemed less like a worm, and more like a sort of conduit or tunnel that i was travelling through. then, all at once, i understood that what i was in was my phone-line. i was travelling through it at a mind-boggling speed, following it's course from my phone, to moonshadow's.
there was no clear, definable point where the journey came to an end -- i just suddenly found myself inside the ceiling of a room, looking down. the room had white walls, and the windows had venisian blinds on them. i saw a figure leaning against the wall by one of these windows, and intuitively understood it to be moonshadow. he was wearing boxer shorts and a white shirt (either a t-shirt, or one of those oldschool undershirts -- not a wifebeater, but the kind with sleeves) and he was fiddling with a green glass bottle -- perhaps an empty beer bottle. i can't really explain why, but the bottle seemed to have a special importance -- a signifigance somehow.... it was the one image in this scene which stuck-out in my mind the most. tho i never got a clear look at his face, i just knew it was him somehow.
now, i accept it as a foregone conclusion that this whole scene was merely the construct of my fevered imagination. however, at the time (especialy the long come-down) it seemed absolutely VITAL that i contact moonshadow and find out if any of these details were accurate -- if the walls were really white, the blinds really venisian, his shirt really a white t, and ESPECIALY if he was really fiddling with a green glass bottle during our conversation; or shortly thereafter. when i opened my eyes, the magic was broken. i was back in my darkened room, lying naked on the bed with the trance comp blasting away.
i RUSHED back to ROBOCHAT V2.0 to see if he was still in the room, but he had left. when i inquired after him, i was told that he had "gotten sleepy and left." i looked in the pocket of my pants and saw that the piece of paper i had scribbled his cellfone number on was, indeed, still there. i was ELATED at this -- i had NOT imagined the phonecall, at least. i heavily considered calling him to confirm the details of my psychic(?) visit; but in the end, decided agaisnt this -- the boy deserved to get some sleep.
i still have not spoken about the experience with him, but it seems less important now. i've resolved myself to the conclusion that it's alot more probable i simply imagined the whole thing than that i had actualy left my body and visited his dwelling via phone-line -- especialy when i sobered enough to consider the fact that it was a fucking CELL phone; there WAS no line -- at least not all the way.
well, that's about it for my first OBE. i hope it was half as entertaining to read about it as it was for me, first-hand. and btw moonshadow, if you're reading this.... i'm still a bit interested to know if you've got any green glass bottles lying around.

disciple
[ 23 February 2002: Message edited by: MDMA desciple ]