socko
Bluelighter
The drizzle had soaked through my clothes. My Navy peacoat, though wet, kept me halfway warm. I was proud of this coat. It's an expensive designer coat with crisp lines that cut a good silhouette. I had recently found it on the sidewalk near a stew bum who appeared to have just died on the first cold night of the year. Nothing was wrong with it except for a few suspicious stains on the front. I rinsed them off, and it was good as new. When I found it, I briefly wondered about bedbugs and body lice, but so far I've been lucky and shrugged off that fear. I stood under an archway with a goblin sitting above the keystone. It led into my street which led into a part of the city whose medieval character was still somewhat intact. I buttoned the coat. The paving stones of the twisty street glistened with the reflected lights of numerous little shops and cramped artisans' stalls that hadn't yet closed. The street is usually crowded with pedestrians, but this cold night, it was nearly deserted. I went through a gate in a high wall that opened into a narrow covered passage which opened into a dark silent courtyard. I stared up at the front of the ancient tenement. All of the windows were dark. I climbed the 7 flights of stairs that lead to my cold garret room in the Latin Quarter in Paris.
That was last night. Next, I quaffed 500 mL white grapefruit juice (inhibitor of the liver enwyme CYP2D6 which is responisble for a dead-end metabolic pathway for certain opiates), waited an hour for what I hoped would be a strong potentiating effect, and ate 2 boxes of ethylmorphine totaling about 580 mg. Within a half hour, I felt very sleepy and warm and slightly itchy. I couldn't keep my eyes open. The warm feeling spread up and outwards from inside my gut, and life in this sad and twisted world was starting to look better. I lay down on the canapé.
I soon found myself in a dream body which was hovering above a river flowing thourgh a city in the night. I felt like I was physically there. I seemed to be fully conscious, felt as though I were in a body that could sense the surrounds and had a physical sensation of cold breeze. The buildings of the city were lit up with millions of tiny lights. On both banks of the river, palaces, towers, colonnades, domed buildings, cupolas, rooftop gardens, fountains, monuments, and then nondescript buildings extended to both horizons. The sky was cloudy. In the middle of the river was an island. On the island was a temple made of white stone of impossibly large proportions. The roof was 1000s of feet high. The ornately carved pediment was supported by columns that were frozen gods or demigods whose bodies were translucent crystal. They glowed with an inner light and radiated awareness. A parallel I can think of is the glow of the stained glass windows of a dark church or tomb on a bright day. The capitals of the columns ended in crowns of flowers like lotus or poppies. The petals extended and spread along the to the udnerside of the pediment. I floated under but close to the carved in relief architrave. I scrutiniwed the interior as I floated deeper inside. All surfaces were ornately carved or painted. Floral themes were common. Giant carvings and paintings depicted mythological events of an alien civilization. After what seemed like a few minutes, it was gone.
Next, I found myslef looking in a direction that's impossible to describe. Looking behind my eyes, through the back of my head, and at an angle slightly to the right and up is the impression I first had. I was looking through a kind of opening into a room whose proportions and angles made me queasy if I looked at any particular detail too long. I focused my attention into the room, avoiding the dizzy sickening details of the geometry as much as possible. As I watched this place, it came into focus. At first everything was murky and hard to see, but as I concentrated, this space became clear and bright and in focus.
Soon, I found myslef looking at a crowd of entities. I don't know what else to call them. Hyperdimensional Aliens that Terence Mckenna might have loved to chat with. Their bodies, heads, limbs, were all geometric primitives but with a strange non-Euclidean twist. I'm not going to describe it, but it was along the lines of Escher drawings in that it looked real but is impossible within the physical limitations of our world. The colors of the creatures were pastels. They had ovaloid/lozenge-shaped white faces. They had no features. there were no eyes, no ears, no nose, no mouse. Just perfectly smooth and unblemished white rhomboid faces that seemed hard like porcelain. The bodies were triangles, apex down, of pure light blue. Their limbs were also strange geometric shapes. They had more than 2 arms and 2 legs ( if they were actually that ), but I could never see them all at once to count. They didn't have anything like hands or feet, but at least some of their limbs ended in something that could grab or squeeze or manipulate things.
They were walking around on their strange limbs. Their movements were very subtle, fast, smooth and hard to catch. I will try ot do some sketches and digital renderings in photoshop and Blender later. They remeinded me of sentient crabs that walked upright and were vaguely human shaped with repeated features like paper dolls.
Eventually I became aware of the murmuring of dozens of voices. The words were generally indistinct. the few phrases and sentences I caught weren't in any language I recogniwed or that any human was capable of uttering. I watched and listened for more than an hour. I heard the nearby cathedral clock strike midnight, and I was watching them moving aournd and doing strange things. Then it struck one am and I was still watching. The scene shifted. I was watching them in other areas -- strange starscapes, landscapes, and buildings that seemed to have more than 3 spatial dimensions -- i moved around their world. I tried to ignore the geometric distortions that always made me sick to my stomach if I looked too long. I remember wondering where the opening was. Are opiates the gateway? Eventually I went to sleep.
That was last night. Next, I quaffed 500 mL white grapefruit juice (inhibitor of the liver enwyme CYP2D6 which is responisble for a dead-end metabolic pathway for certain opiates), waited an hour for what I hoped would be a strong potentiating effect, and ate 2 boxes of ethylmorphine totaling about 580 mg. Within a half hour, I felt very sleepy and warm and slightly itchy. I couldn't keep my eyes open. The warm feeling spread up and outwards from inside my gut, and life in this sad and twisted world was starting to look better. I lay down on the canapé.
I soon found myself in a dream body which was hovering above a river flowing thourgh a city in the night. I felt like I was physically there. I seemed to be fully conscious, felt as though I were in a body that could sense the surrounds and had a physical sensation of cold breeze. The buildings of the city were lit up with millions of tiny lights. On both banks of the river, palaces, towers, colonnades, domed buildings, cupolas, rooftop gardens, fountains, monuments, and then nondescript buildings extended to both horizons. The sky was cloudy. In the middle of the river was an island. On the island was a temple made of white stone of impossibly large proportions. The roof was 1000s of feet high. The ornately carved pediment was supported by columns that were frozen gods or demigods whose bodies were translucent crystal. They glowed with an inner light and radiated awareness. A parallel I can think of is the glow of the stained glass windows of a dark church or tomb on a bright day. The capitals of the columns ended in crowns of flowers like lotus or poppies. The petals extended and spread along the to the udnerside of the pediment. I floated under but close to the carved in relief architrave. I scrutiniwed the interior as I floated deeper inside. All surfaces were ornately carved or painted. Floral themes were common. Giant carvings and paintings depicted mythological events of an alien civilization. After what seemed like a few minutes, it was gone.
Next, I found myslef looking in a direction that's impossible to describe. Looking behind my eyes, through the back of my head, and at an angle slightly to the right and up is the impression I first had. I was looking through a kind of opening into a room whose proportions and angles made me queasy if I looked at any particular detail too long. I focused my attention into the room, avoiding the dizzy sickening details of the geometry as much as possible. As I watched this place, it came into focus. At first everything was murky and hard to see, but as I concentrated, this space became clear and bright and in focus.
Soon, I found myslef looking at a crowd of entities. I don't know what else to call them. Hyperdimensional Aliens that Terence Mckenna might have loved to chat with. Their bodies, heads, limbs, were all geometric primitives but with a strange non-Euclidean twist. I'm not going to describe it, but it was along the lines of Escher drawings in that it looked real but is impossible within the physical limitations of our world. The colors of the creatures were pastels. They had ovaloid/lozenge-shaped white faces. They had no features. there were no eyes, no ears, no nose, no mouse. Just perfectly smooth and unblemished white rhomboid faces that seemed hard like porcelain. The bodies were triangles, apex down, of pure light blue. Their limbs were also strange geometric shapes. They had more than 2 arms and 2 legs ( if they were actually that ), but I could never see them all at once to count. They didn't have anything like hands or feet, but at least some of their limbs ended in something that could grab or squeeze or manipulate things.
They were walking around on their strange limbs. Their movements were very subtle, fast, smooth and hard to catch. I will try ot do some sketches and digital renderings in photoshop and Blender later. They remeinded me of sentient crabs that walked upright and were vaguely human shaped with repeated features like paper dolls.
Eventually I became aware of the murmuring of dozens of voices. The words were generally indistinct. the few phrases and sentences I caught weren't in any language I recogniwed or that any human was capable of uttering. I watched and listened for more than an hour. I heard the nearby cathedral clock strike midnight, and I was watching them moving aournd and doing strange things. Then it struck one am and I was still watching. The scene shifted. I was watching them in other areas -- strange starscapes, landscapes, and buildings that seemed to have more than 3 spatial dimensions -- i moved around their world. I tried to ignore the geometric distortions that always made me sick to my stomach if I looked too long. I remember wondering where the opening was. Are opiates the gateway? Eventually I went to sleep.
