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Bluelighter
This is taken from my Bluelight journal which is where I write most of my ramblings and trip reports nowadays. It all happened on the long weekend at my first proper bushdoof.
Total substances consumed:
LSD, 1 drop of liquid - 12am
Marijuana, 2-5 hits of a joint - 2am
Small-moderate amount of beer
Unknown number of cigarettes
Three mini cigars
Mindset: Excited about my first real bushdoof of course! :D
Setting: A surprisingly large psytrance party in the bush, especially for a free one.
Company: Several rave friends/trip partners/trash buddies/Bluelighters. Some of the hippies we met that night.
The trip:
I got to the party at about 11pm with Jo, James and Jack. We decided to see what's going about before deciding what to have, so we split up and set out in search of substances. Jack and I found some paper and liquid acid, 2C-B and MDA caps very quickly. We'd found our source. I got a drop of liquid, while Jack bought a tab and Jo and James both had the leftovers from our stashes.
Well this being my seventh trip, I am now legally insane. I must say the acid itself was quite clean. I got the usual muscle spasms but didn't get physically worn out by it. Unfortunately I wasn't that physically stimulated either. It was just as though I could perceive things better - just like last time, except this time I was glad to be outdoors as opposed to a club in the city.
I'm not quite sure when I peaked off it but at about T+2 hours I lit up a joint and had a few hits. I offered it around but no one wanted any as they were also on acid, or they'd had cones earlier. Anyway, after a total of about four moderate hits, I put it out, just to make sure I didn't get too high. It was a good thing I did. I had that pot-hole trip again, like the one I had in December. Only this time I was not stuck in the backseat of a car, plus I knew how to handle it.
Then any time I walked anywhere, it would take seemingly forever. My mind would wander and then I'd feel like I made decent progress, when I really only walked a few metres. This was very discomforting when walking more than about 30 metres.
My thought patterns were altered in a very strange way. I'm not sure if it's ego-death but something happened to it. It's as though my thoughts existed in several times at once - the present plus and minus about a minute. Like while walking with James and Jack, I'd see them in the corner of my eye in line with me. I'd turn and they'd be about a metre behind. I'd do it again a minute later and they would be right next to me, moving exactly as I saw before. It's as though I predicted their movements.
And now for the visuals. This acid was on par with the other acid I've had for visuals, nothing new to report. However right after I smoked the weed, I started seeing patterns in beads - probably because I had made a few bracelets before I left the house. They would arrange themselves to form a rainbow, and the colours would shift about in waves. Later on, during the very peak of the experience, I saw these skyscraper-like objects that had these tiles on it, and on each tile was two rectangular rainbow patterns side by side, and the colours would shift inwards. All this while my point of view was ascending and turning about. These were by far the most complex closed eye visuals I've had on acid. Also as I was walking along the path in the dark, it looked like there were people lying all along the sides of the path, either sleeping or making out. In fear of actually stepping on someone sleeping or making out, I trudged on with my torch on.
The comedown was very gradual. Slowly I'd be able to keep grip on reality more and more, until I was once again capable of intelligent speech. I felt more stoned than tripping, which was surprising considering how little weed I had. I'd say the weed brought me down faster, but then I started drinking at about T+7-8 hours. That's when the trip ended for me and I think I was glad, because I couldn't socialise and meet new people while tripping and now I could. Just like on my first trip.
Conclusion:
I'll never smoke weed on the peak of acid again. Or pills. They both bring me to the same headspace, thought for some reason, last night felt like the first time I was stoned combined with my first trip. And it was more entertaining than the last pot-hole I got into. It's like I jumped back in and dug deeper.
I gotta say that in the last few days between the trip and now, I've felt the usual clarity and resolve that acid usually gives me. I'm inspired to write a song, do my homework, help people with theirs, plant a tree etc. Unfortunately, the weed has drained almost all motivation, as it did when I mixed it with ecstasy. Both times I've mixed it, I felt really tired until the wednesday after, except this time the afterglow is much more pleasant. I think this tiredness and lack of motivation has something to do with the synergy more than just the weed.
Total substances consumed:
LSD, 1 drop of liquid - 12am
Marijuana, 2-5 hits of a joint - 2am
Small-moderate amount of beer
Unknown number of cigarettes
Three mini cigars
Mindset: Excited about my first real bushdoof of course! :D
Setting: A surprisingly large psytrance party in the bush, especially for a free one.
Company: Several rave friends/trip partners/trash buddies/Bluelighters. Some of the hippies we met that night.
The trip:
I got to the party at about 11pm with Jo, James and Jack. We decided to see what's going about before deciding what to have, so we split up and set out in search of substances. Jack and I found some paper and liquid acid, 2C-B and MDA caps very quickly. We'd found our source. I got a drop of liquid, while Jack bought a tab and Jo and James both had the leftovers from our stashes.
Well this being my seventh trip, I am now legally insane. I must say the acid itself was quite clean. I got the usual muscle spasms but didn't get physically worn out by it. Unfortunately I wasn't that physically stimulated either. It was just as though I could perceive things better - just like last time, except this time I was glad to be outdoors as opposed to a club in the city.
I'm not quite sure when I peaked off it but at about T+2 hours I lit up a joint and had a few hits. I offered it around but no one wanted any as they were also on acid, or they'd had cones earlier. Anyway, after a total of about four moderate hits, I put it out, just to make sure I didn't get too high. It was a good thing I did. I had that pot-hole trip again, like the one I had in December. Only this time I was not stuck in the backseat of a car, plus I knew how to handle it.
Then any time I walked anywhere, it would take seemingly forever. My mind would wander and then I'd feel like I made decent progress, when I really only walked a few metres. This was very discomforting when walking more than about 30 metres.
My thought patterns were altered in a very strange way. I'm not sure if it's ego-death but something happened to it. It's as though my thoughts existed in several times at once - the present plus and minus about a minute. Like while walking with James and Jack, I'd see them in the corner of my eye in line with me. I'd turn and they'd be about a metre behind. I'd do it again a minute later and they would be right next to me, moving exactly as I saw before. It's as though I predicted their movements.
And now for the visuals. This acid was on par with the other acid I've had for visuals, nothing new to report. However right after I smoked the weed, I started seeing patterns in beads - probably because I had made a few bracelets before I left the house. They would arrange themselves to form a rainbow, and the colours would shift about in waves. Later on, during the very peak of the experience, I saw these skyscraper-like objects that had these tiles on it, and on each tile was two rectangular rainbow patterns side by side, and the colours would shift inwards. All this while my point of view was ascending and turning about. These were by far the most complex closed eye visuals I've had on acid. Also as I was walking along the path in the dark, it looked like there were people lying all along the sides of the path, either sleeping or making out. In fear of actually stepping on someone sleeping or making out, I trudged on with my torch on.
The comedown was very gradual. Slowly I'd be able to keep grip on reality more and more, until I was once again capable of intelligent speech. I felt more stoned than tripping, which was surprising considering how little weed I had. I'd say the weed brought me down faster, but then I started drinking at about T+7-8 hours. That's when the trip ended for me and I think I was glad, because I couldn't socialise and meet new people while tripping and now I could. Just like on my first trip.
Conclusion:
I'll never smoke weed on the peak of acid again. Or pills. They both bring me to the same headspace, thought for some reason, last night felt like the first time I was stoned combined with my first trip. And it was more entertaining than the last pot-hole I got into. It's like I jumped back in and dug deeper.
I gotta say that in the last few days between the trip and now, I've felt the usual clarity and resolve that acid usually gives me. I'm inspired to write a song, do my homework, help people with theirs, plant a tree etc. Unfortunately, the weed has drained almost all motivation, as it did when I mixed it with ecstasy. Both times I've mixed it, I felt really tired until the wednesday after, except this time the afterglow is much more pleasant. I think this tiredness and lack of motivation has something to do with the synergy more than just the weed.
havn't been able to find any in aaaaages!
that's normally the case for us Sydney siders