TheAppleCore
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(Although I claim in the title to be experienced with these drugs, this was the first time I had coordinated the peaks of all three at once.)
Most trip reports seem to be focused on the emotional aspects of the experience. This TR of mine largely ignores my feelings and perceptions, which are always transient, but simply focuses on the intellectual aspect of the trip -- the thoughts that will stay with me forever. Although it was sheer bliss, as per usual.
• Smoking a fairly sizable quantity of cannabis during the peak of an LSD trip totally defied my expectations. I expected to be plunged into a completely new realm of consciousness -- I expected a highly amplified, perhaps purified, form of the novel and dreamlike perspective that cannabis offers. The effect was rather minute in comparison to these expectations however. The LSD seemed to power through any "stoning" effect, and left my short term memory, motor control, thought patterns, and lingual abilities perfectly intact. Usually these are impaired to a degree during the cannabis high. Even the droopy-eyed look was nullified. I could have put on a flawless sober act if I wanted to. Visual activity was, however, increased, and the vibe of the experience was pushed in the "living in a fairy tale" direction.
• I finally discovered what strikes me as an apt description of psychedelic-induced visuals (of the open-eye sort, at the very least). They're not hallucinations at all, as is the popular (amongst the more ignorant) conception. They're simply the mind entertaining any number of (very unlikely / unusual) possibilities of what it could in fact be seeing. The eyes rarely lie on psychedelics. For instance, looking at the roughly textured stone tiles on a part of my kitchen wall, I suddenly saw hundreds of anime-style faces seemingly engraved within the stones themselves. I wasn't actually hallucinating the flesh of someone's face -- I was looking at the real ridges and bumps on the stone tiles. My mind was simply entertaining the possibility that parts of the imperfections in the surface of the stone were part of an attempt to convey facial images, by some artist who had carved into the stone; because, if certain imperfections of the stone are ignored or regarded as arbitrary, but other imperfections are singled out and focused upon, facial artwork really does exist in the surface of the tiling! Ironically, this resembles a hyper-awareness of one's surroundings, whereas the popular idea that psychedelics are "hallucinogens" implies the exact opposite, and this only contributes negatively to their reputation. Are you "hallucinating" when you see the big dipper in the stars of the night sky?
• Most everyday human behavior is dictated by simple neurological signals -- these signals are either positive or negative. I call them pleasure and pain, respectively. Positive signals are sought, and negative signals are avoided. These signals arise from the brain by either interpreting its environment to be conducive to survival (either of itself or others), or dangerous in some way. The danger doesn't have to be immediate and physical -- it could be the danger of losing the respect of friends or family, and therefore ultimately diminishing their desire to assist you when you're in need. (The signal, in this case, is commonly referred to as "shame", I believe.) Negative signals can be avoided, and positive signals maximized, by taking action to affect one's environment in a positive way. However, during this particular psychedelic experience, another strange and perverse way of following the "signal rule" became apparent to me: deluding oneself into perceiving one's environment to be positive when it's not, and therefore escaping negative signal generation / encouraging positive signal generation without having to take action. I realized that, to a small degree, I'd been engaging in this behavior for my entire life, as I'm sure everybody has -- some more than others. Why we even have the capability of doing this is beyond me -- it defeats the entire purpose of following the "signal rule". It's cheating. If a situation is negative, then becoming complacent via delusion obviously can only cause harm. Humans are lazy, however, and I think that somewhere along the line, we all subconsciously discover that we can use this loophole from time to time to feel comfortable instantly and effortlessly.
• During my trip, I began to question how much of my time is wasted playing the aforementioned signal game. When are the signals that enter my consciousness real and valuable -- and when are they simply animalistic and mechanistic behavioral guides? Why should I ever indulge in unhealthy snacks? I can obviously survive just as well without them. The sole purpose in reaching for a handful of jelly-beans is to pleasure myself, but if this pleasure is just part of an instinctive mechanism to drive me to consume caloric foods, and I have a refrigerator full of more healthy ways to nourish my body, what's the point? I've got to choose what parts of the human experience I deem meaningful, and truly worthy of seeking out. How about love? Is love an intrinsically valuable experience, or is that a meaningless survival tool as well? Is practicing birth control pointless, because the pleasure of the orgasm only serves to encourage reproduction by taking advantage of our natural tendency to seek "positive signals"? I'm not attempting to imply that I've come to a definite answer to any of the previous questions. That's the point, really -- I'm left questioning what I previously made assumptions about.
Thanks for reading!
Most trip reports seem to be focused on the emotional aspects of the experience. This TR of mine largely ignores my feelings and perceptions, which are always transient, but simply focuses on the intellectual aspect of the trip -- the thoughts that will stay with me forever. Although it was sheer bliss, as per usual.
• Smoking a fairly sizable quantity of cannabis during the peak of an LSD trip totally defied my expectations. I expected to be plunged into a completely new realm of consciousness -- I expected a highly amplified, perhaps purified, form of the novel and dreamlike perspective that cannabis offers. The effect was rather minute in comparison to these expectations however. The LSD seemed to power through any "stoning" effect, and left my short term memory, motor control, thought patterns, and lingual abilities perfectly intact. Usually these are impaired to a degree during the cannabis high. Even the droopy-eyed look was nullified. I could have put on a flawless sober act if I wanted to. Visual activity was, however, increased, and the vibe of the experience was pushed in the "living in a fairy tale" direction.
• I finally discovered what strikes me as an apt description of psychedelic-induced visuals (of the open-eye sort, at the very least). They're not hallucinations at all, as is the popular (amongst the more ignorant) conception. They're simply the mind entertaining any number of (very unlikely / unusual) possibilities of what it could in fact be seeing. The eyes rarely lie on psychedelics. For instance, looking at the roughly textured stone tiles on a part of my kitchen wall, I suddenly saw hundreds of anime-style faces seemingly engraved within the stones themselves. I wasn't actually hallucinating the flesh of someone's face -- I was looking at the real ridges and bumps on the stone tiles. My mind was simply entertaining the possibility that parts of the imperfections in the surface of the stone were part of an attempt to convey facial images, by some artist who had carved into the stone; because, if certain imperfections of the stone are ignored or regarded as arbitrary, but other imperfections are singled out and focused upon, facial artwork really does exist in the surface of the tiling! Ironically, this resembles a hyper-awareness of one's surroundings, whereas the popular idea that psychedelics are "hallucinogens" implies the exact opposite, and this only contributes negatively to their reputation. Are you "hallucinating" when you see the big dipper in the stars of the night sky?
• Most everyday human behavior is dictated by simple neurological signals -- these signals are either positive or negative. I call them pleasure and pain, respectively. Positive signals are sought, and negative signals are avoided. These signals arise from the brain by either interpreting its environment to be conducive to survival (either of itself or others), or dangerous in some way. The danger doesn't have to be immediate and physical -- it could be the danger of losing the respect of friends or family, and therefore ultimately diminishing their desire to assist you when you're in need. (The signal, in this case, is commonly referred to as "shame", I believe.) Negative signals can be avoided, and positive signals maximized, by taking action to affect one's environment in a positive way. However, during this particular psychedelic experience, another strange and perverse way of following the "signal rule" became apparent to me: deluding oneself into perceiving one's environment to be positive when it's not, and therefore escaping negative signal generation / encouraging positive signal generation without having to take action. I realized that, to a small degree, I'd been engaging in this behavior for my entire life, as I'm sure everybody has -- some more than others. Why we even have the capability of doing this is beyond me -- it defeats the entire purpose of following the "signal rule". It's cheating. If a situation is negative, then becoming complacent via delusion obviously can only cause harm. Humans are lazy, however, and I think that somewhere along the line, we all subconsciously discover that we can use this loophole from time to time to feel comfortable instantly and effortlessly.
• During my trip, I began to question how much of my time is wasted playing the aforementioned signal game. When are the signals that enter my consciousness real and valuable -- and when are they simply animalistic and mechanistic behavioral guides? Why should I ever indulge in unhealthy snacks? I can obviously survive just as well without them. The sole purpose in reaching for a handful of jelly-beans is to pleasure myself, but if this pleasure is just part of an instinctive mechanism to drive me to consume caloric foods, and I have a refrigerator full of more healthy ways to nourish my body, what's the point? I've got to choose what parts of the human experience I deem meaningful, and truly worthy of seeking out. How about love? Is love an intrinsically valuable experience, or is that a meaningless survival tool as well? Is practicing birth control pointless, because the pleasure of the orgasm only serves to encourage reproduction by taking advantage of our natural tendency to seek "positive signals"? I'm not attempting to imply that I've come to a definite answer to any of the previous questions. That's the point, really -- I'm left questioning what I previously made assumptions about.
Thanks for reading!