Petersko
Bluelighter
Location - Climaxx Afterhours, Sunday Night. Relatively quiet evening, not too crowded.
Dose - 6 bumps spaced 15 minutes apart - perhaps 300mg total
Type - insufflated
I have read numerous reports from many people who have claimed the infamous k-hole to be a terrible experience. Well, Sunday night I managed to k-hole myself. I've also come to the conclusion that if somebody is lucid enough to tell you they are k-holed, they simply aren't.
After the third bump I was on the dance floor. They have recently installed a laser light system in the club, and when I turned my back on it and looked towards the back of the club, it looked like I was in a meteor shower, and I was entranced. Looking at the laser was mind-numbing.
After the fourth, I knew I was headed for something extraordinary, and I went to the cool-off room and began chatting with my buddy Jeff. The altered perception was amazing - placing my hand over my face gave the the rather eerie perception that a huge spider was sitting on it. Very trippy. Sound was extremely compressed, and auditory hallucinations abounded. I knew I was making the occasional odd noise myself, but didn't much care.
And after the sixth bump, the world changed. At first I saw the real world around me, and every once in a while with a small static burst of noise, I would see an alternate world comprised of similar features, but drastically different. The door was still a portal, but it was black inside, and the border was several layers of geometric rectangles. The vision would last only a second or two before returning to "reality". While in that alternate state, the colors weren't the same either - sometimes black and white, sometimes in deep hues like reds.
Finally it switched to the alternate world and simply stayed there. I lost touch with reality entirely for 90 minutes, and I spent that time exploring the world in my mind. It was a mix of geometric objects, often pulsating. Sometimes I would glimpse what were undoubtedly people in the real world, but in my alternate world I'd call them "entities" rather than people. Most interestingly, I could cause them to relate to each other differently, essentially acting as a puppeteer.
I had several extremely disjointed conversations with several of the entities (and their real-world counterparts, as I would later return) where I completely failed to relate where I was...
I moved through this strangely consistent world, and knew I was the master of all of it. I could cause the intense lighting to brighten and dim on command, open portals between the rooms (each room was dramatically different than the last), and interact freely with all of it. But I never walked anywhere - it's better described as floating. I moved without action. The entire time I was completely aware of the fact that this state was temporary and drug-induced, so I suffered no paranoia or distress of any kind. I was completely at ease.
After a long period of time, the real world once again began intruding. A burst of static, and I would briefly see the cooling off room, although not clearly, and over time it slowly took precedence over my alternate reality, until one time it simply stuck. I was on the couch where I had started. I got up (with some difficulty) and set out to find my friends.
When I reached them, I realized I still could not adequately explain where I had gone in my mind. I am not really relating it well here either, but I've had some time to process it now. How does one explain a completely mental environment?
At 7:00 they kicked everybody out, and we went to Arrival. One girl who I had spoken to me while I was on the couch said, "Hey! I see you made it to the next place... have a good trip?" My reply, "I plan on returning someday." She asked me to go dance, but my steady legs had yet to return.
I was quiet for quite a while, contemplating my first ever "trip".
Dose - 6 bumps spaced 15 minutes apart - perhaps 300mg total
Type - insufflated
I have read numerous reports from many people who have claimed the infamous k-hole to be a terrible experience. Well, Sunday night I managed to k-hole myself. I've also come to the conclusion that if somebody is lucid enough to tell you they are k-holed, they simply aren't.
After the third bump I was on the dance floor. They have recently installed a laser light system in the club, and when I turned my back on it and looked towards the back of the club, it looked like I was in a meteor shower, and I was entranced. Looking at the laser was mind-numbing.
After the fourth, I knew I was headed for something extraordinary, and I went to the cool-off room and began chatting with my buddy Jeff. The altered perception was amazing - placing my hand over my face gave the the rather eerie perception that a huge spider was sitting on it. Very trippy. Sound was extremely compressed, and auditory hallucinations abounded. I knew I was making the occasional odd noise myself, but didn't much care.
And after the sixth bump, the world changed. At first I saw the real world around me, and every once in a while with a small static burst of noise, I would see an alternate world comprised of similar features, but drastically different. The door was still a portal, but it was black inside, and the border was several layers of geometric rectangles. The vision would last only a second or two before returning to "reality". While in that alternate state, the colors weren't the same either - sometimes black and white, sometimes in deep hues like reds.
Finally it switched to the alternate world and simply stayed there. I lost touch with reality entirely for 90 minutes, and I spent that time exploring the world in my mind. It was a mix of geometric objects, often pulsating. Sometimes I would glimpse what were undoubtedly people in the real world, but in my alternate world I'd call them "entities" rather than people. Most interestingly, I could cause them to relate to each other differently, essentially acting as a puppeteer.
I had several extremely disjointed conversations with several of the entities (and their real-world counterparts, as I would later return) where I completely failed to relate where I was...
I moved through this strangely consistent world, and knew I was the master of all of it. I could cause the intense lighting to brighten and dim on command, open portals between the rooms (each room was dramatically different than the last), and interact freely with all of it. But I never walked anywhere - it's better described as floating. I moved without action. The entire time I was completely aware of the fact that this state was temporary and drug-induced, so I suffered no paranoia or distress of any kind. I was completely at ease.
After a long period of time, the real world once again began intruding. A burst of static, and I would briefly see the cooling off room, although not clearly, and over time it slowly took precedence over my alternate reality, until one time it simply stuck. I was on the couch where I had started. I got up (with some difficulty) and set out to find my friends.
When I reached them, I realized I still could not adequately explain where I had gone in my mind. I am not really relating it well here either, but I've had some time to process it now. How does one explain a completely mental environment?
At 7:00 they kicked everybody out, and we went to Arrival. One girl who I had spoken to me while I was on the couch said, "Hey! I see you made it to the next place... have a good trip?" My reply, "I plan on returning someday." She asked me to go dance, but my steady legs had yet to return.
I was quiet for quite a while, contemplating my first ever "trip".
