terre verte
Bluelighter
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- May 7, 2005
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So I was at a music festival up in the mountains recently -- lots of exciting multi-genre (mostly psytrance and breaks) DJs and bands on the lineup, a really wonderful atmosphere in a gorgeous location.
Saturday night was the night o’ psytrance and obviously the time to trip, so I got in some hours of sleep that evening to be properly rested. Some background: I’ve sampled about 5 tryptamines and 10 phenethylamines (some up to a dozen times), and taken LSD every 2-7 weeks for the past ~1.5 years, usually for outdoor “parties.” Never posted a trip report before, but this is such a relatively undocumented compound I felt writing one appropriate.
A little before midnight I wake up and start gearing up for the long night ahead. It’s getting chilly already. Still contemplating what exactly to take, I decide on acid for sure, 4 hits sounds reasonable – this paper is a bit weak, 3 is my usual solid party dose, 4 to go deeper, and 5 for special occasions (only once so far). I’ve also got some new 4-AcO-MiPT and 5-MeO-MiPT to taste… figuring the 4-AcO might be nice during the daytime for Shpongle, I decide the 5-MeO might add some extra tryptamine oomph and warmth to the peak. For the sake of adventure. Historically I’m quite conservative in dosage (medium Shulgin ranges) and often feel a little disappointed that trips aren’t that strong, and events like this don’t happen very often! Reports I’ve read on 5-MeO-MiPT claim a sort of “tryptamine roll” of around 3 hours with increasing trippiness, and as suspicious as I am of MDMA comparisons, I think I’ve read & tried enough to see what they’re getting at. I’d measured out 6mg at home, a light-to-medium dose, so didn’t anticipate anything overwhelming.
12:20 (T+0:00) – Swallowed the 6mg capsule, put the blotter under my tongue, and headed out.
12:50 (T+0:30) – Feeling some energy and a little warm despite the chilly night. I’d wanted to explore some breaks & other music, so I visit the side stage in the forest first. But I’m kind of jittery (usual for the acid comeup) and didn’t feel a good groove in the music, it was too fast and frantic. A quick stroll and I’m back at the main field stage where the trance is playing and there’s already a substantial crowd. I smile, because this is comforting and feels entirely like home: stomp stomp, bounce bounce, and I’m absorbed into the thick of it and having the loveliest time.
The next hour or so is the familiar psytrance/acid experience, amazing and wonderful all around: conversations with the collective consciousness, hints and guidance on my currently unfolding life stories, explanations of the last weeks’ interpersonal affairs, all flowing perfectly with the music. The lights and deco (and that tree! zomg!) are a really gorgeous treat for the eyes too. By the end of the set all the frustrations and questions that had been kicking around in my head are resolved. Haven’t felt any hint of the ‘MiPT though.
2:00 (T+1:40) – The music stops. This is at first a minor annoyance, seems they’re trying to banish a 60Hz hum, but it gets more and more uncomfortable over the following minutes as everyone’s standing around – I start wondering why we’re all just standing here and have to reassure myself, “Yes, I came for music and dancing, I am sure of it.” But the situation starts to feel awkward and alien, and when the next DJ starts playing the music isn’t doing anything for me. Whereas I had moments before been flowing with the sounds, plugged into the universal consciousness and loving it immensely, now I’m strangely disconnected. None of that, just me standing in a field surrounded by strangers, starting to feel really out of it.
The music isn’t speaking to me any more; I try to listen but it’s just digital-sounding synth noise. My telepathic link has gone dead. Impressions of quantum physics and mathematics as I start seeing the world decompose into triangles. “Perhaps,” I think, “this is just something uncomfortable and cold to start us off as a contrast, and there’s a point to it?” But time goes on and my thoughts become increasingly irrelevant: instead of receiving wisdom about living in tune with the universe, this is cruel, sterile, and utterly uncaring. I’m worried that I’ve gone sideways, broken myself with this ridiculous drug and will be disconnected forever, but have the presence of mind to stay calm and say “just wait a couple of hours.”
Visually, the world has become endless Sierpinski pyramids (google it if you don’t know what that particular fractal looks like): the trees, the dust and fog, the ground, space itself and the structure of reality; all disintegrating into infinitesimal triangles.
Music makes no sense, sounds like rusty butcher knives, and dancing is impossible. The triangles are static, I’ve entirely lost any concept of “flow” (upsetting because acid is typically all about flow). I’ve decided that no, this is definitely NOT FUN, and I’m fairly certain I came here to have fun. As I look around, the vibe looks to have suffered a painful death: the dancefloor has been invaded by chain-smoking thugs, sending the hippies and trancers scattering. These aggro, macho nogoodniks are rummaging through the bags & bottles we’ve set down and intimidating everyone. It occurs to me in an “aha!” moment that oh, these are just a manifestation of my fears and nothing bad has actually happened to the festival. I’ve had uncomfortable trips but there’s always been something to learn there… so I expect with that realization for things to move on / lighten up… but they don’t. It doesn’t feel fun or safe here so I decided to get away.
I start to take a step but can’t figure out where to go: everything is at 60-degree angles, and spatial relationships are broken, all forced in terms of equilateral triangles. As I look around and try to figure out an escape plan, I have to resort to mentally drawing geometry on the ground, bisecting angles and lines, trying to recall which triangles lead where. No, it doesn’t feel safe here at all and I can’t seem to start walking. I realize with some dismay that nobody knows I’m here, total anarchy could break loose, my tent ransacked, and I’d be completely lost. Finally I head toward a landmark I know leads to some different music.
2:15 (T+1:55) – The people along the path look pretty shady, and as soon as I get to the stage the music stops. As I stand there waiting, the DJ is making some kind of unintelligible announcement: I fear the festival is being shut down and I’ll be forced to do something responsible while completely out of my mind. Let’s um, just go, maybe there’s somewhere a bit more chill. Back at the trance stage, the vibe still feels way terrible, and nobody else seems to be dancing or having a good time. Through the crowd, a vision of hostile alien invaders walking out of a flying saucer. Aw, suckage! Somehow I manage to find my jacket by the fence and get on the road, though it takes a few minutes to figure out which of the nonsensical directions to pick.
2:45 (T+2:25) – I’ve found the porch, the chillout spot, sit down and make an effort to get centered. The projections and the trees and everything are still made of relentless Sierpinski fractals, by the way. It’s seriously annoying that this pattern has taken over the entire universe. But the people here look way more trustworthy, and I sit for a while waiting for it to fade.
3:45 (T+3:25) – I stumble awkwardly down over the slopes & stairs to the ground, to get closer to the warmth and music. It’s actually nice down here, the colorful lighting and deco and lovely people among the trees is breathtakingly beautiful. Dancing is still impossible though, feels stiff and awkward.
4:10 (T+3:50) – As I’m fake-dancing, mechanically stepping in time with the beat to pass the time, suddenly I’m pushed off balance. Yea! A huge sigh of relief as the spirit gradually starts to return and flow through my veins. I light up a celebratory cigarette and try to pursue the flow again as it returns over the next 40 minutes. It honestly feels like a battle between the triangles and the spirit as I move, like the two drugs are fighting with each other.
4:50 (T+4:30) – Hallucinogen is going on in a few so I risk an expedition to the trance stage, this time feeling more in control of the situation… I understand stairs and the notion of “up” now.
That Sierpinski nightmare is but a memory, and the 4 hits of acid feels almost like I haven’t taken anything.
5:10 (T+4:50) – Dancing amid a crowd of lovelies, stepping back into the groove. The trip doesn’t feel strong at all, but at least I’m enjoying it again. The rest of the night/morning is lots of fun. Shpongle in the afternoon was a stompin’ amazing good time, soo beaauuutiful.
So in conclusion, some things I don’t recommend:
1) This combination.
2) Taking an untested drug for the first time, alone…
3) …in a crazyass, uncontrolled setting at night…
4) …in combination with another psychedelic.
No synergy here if you ask me. I was able to stay calm and keep things together, so I wouldn’t call it a “bad trip,” just lame and no fun for a while. I do hope to taste the 5-MeO-MiPT again in a more reasonable setting later.
Saturday night was the night o’ psytrance and obviously the time to trip, so I got in some hours of sleep that evening to be properly rested. Some background: I’ve sampled about 5 tryptamines and 10 phenethylamines (some up to a dozen times), and taken LSD every 2-7 weeks for the past ~1.5 years, usually for outdoor “parties.” Never posted a trip report before, but this is such a relatively undocumented compound I felt writing one appropriate.
A little before midnight I wake up and start gearing up for the long night ahead. It’s getting chilly already. Still contemplating what exactly to take, I decide on acid for sure, 4 hits sounds reasonable – this paper is a bit weak, 3 is my usual solid party dose, 4 to go deeper, and 5 for special occasions (only once so far). I’ve also got some new 4-AcO-MiPT and 5-MeO-MiPT to taste… figuring the 4-AcO might be nice during the daytime for Shpongle, I decide the 5-MeO might add some extra tryptamine oomph and warmth to the peak. For the sake of adventure. Historically I’m quite conservative in dosage (medium Shulgin ranges) and often feel a little disappointed that trips aren’t that strong, and events like this don’t happen very often! Reports I’ve read on 5-MeO-MiPT claim a sort of “tryptamine roll” of around 3 hours with increasing trippiness, and as suspicious as I am of MDMA comparisons, I think I’ve read & tried enough to see what they’re getting at. I’d measured out 6mg at home, a light-to-medium dose, so didn’t anticipate anything overwhelming.
12:20 (T+0:00) – Swallowed the 6mg capsule, put the blotter under my tongue, and headed out.
12:50 (T+0:30) – Feeling some energy and a little warm despite the chilly night. I’d wanted to explore some breaks & other music, so I visit the side stage in the forest first. But I’m kind of jittery (usual for the acid comeup) and didn’t feel a good groove in the music, it was too fast and frantic. A quick stroll and I’m back at the main field stage where the trance is playing and there’s already a substantial crowd. I smile, because this is comforting and feels entirely like home: stomp stomp, bounce bounce, and I’m absorbed into the thick of it and having the loveliest time.
The next hour or so is the familiar psytrance/acid experience, amazing and wonderful all around: conversations with the collective consciousness, hints and guidance on my currently unfolding life stories, explanations of the last weeks’ interpersonal affairs, all flowing perfectly with the music. The lights and deco (and that tree! zomg!) are a really gorgeous treat for the eyes too. By the end of the set all the frustrations and questions that had been kicking around in my head are resolved. Haven’t felt any hint of the ‘MiPT though.
2:00 (T+1:40) – The music stops. This is at first a minor annoyance, seems they’re trying to banish a 60Hz hum, but it gets more and more uncomfortable over the following minutes as everyone’s standing around – I start wondering why we’re all just standing here and have to reassure myself, “Yes, I came for music and dancing, I am sure of it.” But the situation starts to feel awkward and alien, and when the next DJ starts playing the music isn’t doing anything for me. Whereas I had moments before been flowing with the sounds, plugged into the universal consciousness and loving it immensely, now I’m strangely disconnected. None of that, just me standing in a field surrounded by strangers, starting to feel really out of it.
The music isn’t speaking to me any more; I try to listen but it’s just digital-sounding synth noise. My telepathic link has gone dead. Impressions of quantum physics and mathematics as I start seeing the world decompose into triangles. “Perhaps,” I think, “this is just something uncomfortable and cold to start us off as a contrast, and there’s a point to it?” But time goes on and my thoughts become increasingly irrelevant: instead of receiving wisdom about living in tune with the universe, this is cruel, sterile, and utterly uncaring. I’m worried that I’ve gone sideways, broken myself with this ridiculous drug and will be disconnected forever, but have the presence of mind to stay calm and say “just wait a couple of hours.”
Visually, the world has become endless Sierpinski pyramids (google it if you don’t know what that particular fractal looks like): the trees, the dust and fog, the ground, space itself and the structure of reality; all disintegrating into infinitesimal triangles.
Music makes no sense, sounds like rusty butcher knives, and dancing is impossible. The triangles are static, I’ve entirely lost any concept of “flow” (upsetting because acid is typically all about flow). I’ve decided that no, this is definitely NOT FUN, and I’m fairly certain I came here to have fun. As I look around, the vibe looks to have suffered a painful death: the dancefloor has been invaded by chain-smoking thugs, sending the hippies and trancers scattering. These aggro, macho nogoodniks are rummaging through the bags & bottles we’ve set down and intimidating everyone. It occurs to me in an “aha!” moment that oh, these are just a manifestation of my fears and nothing bad has actually happened to the festival. I’ve had uncomfortable trips but there’s always been something to learn there… so I expect with that realization for things to move on / lighten up… but they don’t. It doesn’t feel fun or safe here so I decided to get away.
I start to take a step but can’t figure out where to go: everything is at 60-degree angles, and spatial relationships are broken, all forced in terms of equilateral triangles. As I look around and try to figure out an escape plan, I have to resort to mentally drawing geometry on the ground, bisecting angles and lines, trying to recall which triangles lead where. No, it doesn’t feel safe here at all and I can’t seem to start walking. I realize with some dismay that nobody knows I’m here, total anarchy could break loose, my tent ransacked, and I’d be completely lost. Finally I head toward a landmark I know leads to some different music.
2:15 (T+1:55) – The people along the path look pretty shady, and as soon as I get to the stage the music stops. As I stand there waiting, the DJ is making some kind of unintelligible announcement: I fear the festival is being shut down and I’ll be forced to do something responsible while completely out of my mind. Let’s um, just go, maybe there’s somewhere a bit more chill. Back at the trance stage, the vibe still feels way terrible, and nobody else seems to be dancing or having a good time. Through the crowd, a vision of hostile alien invaders walking out of a flying saucer. Aw, suckage! Somehow I manage to find my jacket by the fence and get on the road, though it takes a few minutes to figure out which of the nonsensical directions to pick.
2:45 (T+2:25) – I’ve found the porch, the chillout spot, sit down and make an effort to get centered. The projections and the trees and everything are still made of relentless Sierpinski fractals, by the way. It’s seriously annoying that this pattern has taken over the entire universe. But the people here look way more trustworthy, and I sit for a while waiting for it to fade.
3:45 (T+3:25) – I stumble awkwardly down over the slopes & stairs to the ground, to get closer to the warmth and music. It’s actually nice down here, the colorful lighting and deco and lovely people among the trees is breathtakingly beautiful. Dancing is still impossible though, feels stiff and awkward.
4:10 (T+3:50) – As I’m fake-dancing, mechanically stepping in time with the beat to pass the time, suddenly I’m pushed off balance. Yea! A huge sigh of relief as the spirit gradually starts to return and flow through my veins. I light up a celebratory cigarette and try to pursue the flow again as it returns over the next 40 minutes. It honestly feels like a battle between the triangles and the spirit as I move, like the two drugs are fighting with each other.
4:50 (T+4:30) – Hallucinogen is going on in a few so I risk an expedition to the trance stage, this time feeling more in control of the situation… I understand stairs and the notion of “up” now.
That Sierpinski nightmare is but a memory, and the 4 hits of acid feels almost like I haven’t taken anything.5:10 (T+4:50) – Dancing amid a crowd of lovelies, stepping back into the groove. The trip doesn’t feel strong at all, but at least I’m enjoying it again. The rest of the night/morning is lots of fun. Shpongle in the afternoon was a stompin’ amazing good time, soo beaauuutiful.
So in conclusion, some things I don’t recommend:
1) This combination.
2) Taking an untested drug for the first time, alone…
3) …in a crazyass, uncontrolled setting at night…
4) …in combination with another psychedelic.
No synergy here if you ask me. I was able to stay calm and keep things together, so I wouldn’t call it a “bad trip,” just lame and no fun for a while. I do hope to taste the 5-MeO-MiPT again in a more reasonable setting later.
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