Title taken from Sublime song...
Chapter 3 of "THE MISADVENTURES OF SWIMMY"
Part 4: "The Idiot's Laughter"
LSD is a beautiful creature. She is wonderous and revealing but if she does not get respect from you like she deserves, she will squash you like a bug...
This is how I discover the Roots of Creation with out giving away details that you guys must find out for yourselves--if you have not already--you know what I mean.
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I awoke Monday morning and felt still tired. Hard waking up. The thought of the days mission had me stiring around 10:00 am. I had been thru a long night of pot smoking sitting outside my front door and was a little groggy now because of it...
I stepped outside and smoked a cigarette like I do every morning. Also to analyze the weather. Perfect. Everything was falling into place--I'd had this day planned for nearly week now. I was going to gradually wade into the waters of being on LSD in public settings--an attempt to furthur open myself up and experience more than a room or house that becomes an overbearing mother not wanting to let you go anywhere for fear of you interacting with the horrible sinful world.
The plan is to take 1 blotter and journey to the nature sanctuary/forest reserve just down the street from me before the trip has time to take effect. The previous night (while in a thick haze of pot smoke and reggae music (mostly just various members of the Marley family)) I had prepared my backpack fitting it with a thick pre-rolled joint, an extra pack of cigarettes, my journal/poetry notebook, a portable CD player with the Sublime boxset and and much more in toe...
I got to the trails and set out on a long journey. I could feel the beginning waves though they were lite and not full like I usually get with acid--though I must note here that I've not EVER taken just 1 hit before--always at least 2 no matter the quality...if its 1 hit wonder or whatever and is the best out there today; I'd still eat at least 2. Knowing this, my current trip was obviously much lower than what I've come to expect from acid.
The quality of the acid left something to be desired but was decent enough to get the job done. I was not complaining however as 2 years before I had paid $10 each for what was quite possibly the worst quality of my life (I don't even want to call it acid) and here I had much better quality and only paid $7. Go figure--some people split your head cause lets face it: there are alot of assholes out there! Lady Lucy being exploited. Its a real shame!
Anyway I walked along calm and collected and in a great mood. I got to a clearing in the forest. Everything was SOOOOOO clear and in focus no matter the distance. The blue sky blasted me with light and warmth. Its was such a joyous adventure so far and I'd only been in the woods fractions of the moment. I came upon the first fork in the trail. One lead straight and the other took off left down and into the forest across a low bridge. I wandered around the fork for a bit. I burned the joint and was really stoned--the trip was given a push into being stronger. Not much though. Color was so much more pronounced and everything was so bright...but no other real visuals yet. Just a decent body high pleasant thought process and flow...meshing together ideas...loads of analysis that only makes sense to me so I'll spare my acid-infused mental ramblings.
I noticed I was being watched--by RANGERS. But I quickly realized it wasn't me they were watching but the burning field between us. That would make sense as I say the "BURN ZONE" sign on the path a ways back. I stopped and watched in the middle of the field as several trucks and ATV's kept close watch on the flamming field. It was a strange scene...I had seen much of this in Alabama but have not witnessed it in an Ohio forest reserve--let alone on LSD.
I walked a out into an already cleared part of the feild. The ground was black...cold black. It was very weird but words can't describe the feeling. Walking the Charred Earth...nothingness. Standing in a sea of darkness but it felt still comfortable. I was having alot of fun with this. Giggling softly about this and that...no hysterical laughter but some giggling. I quickly languidly drifted out of their sight and out from the sight of the fire.
I re-entered the forest on the opposite side of the feild from where I started. It was now getting quite muddy but this only slowed me a little. I softly walked along, balancing across logs that had been laid to use for safely crossing the mud (who knows).
I suddenly came to another lake (at the entrance of the trails there is a first lake) and sat on a bench beside the water. The acid began kicking in more--I was now listening to Sublime and smoking a black n mild cigar. The wind rang thru the trees and they drifted like angels. Molded together. Mass of ripples in the mirror like water. The world around and above perfectly reflected in the lake surface. It was beautiful. I felt the acid move in waves thru my body and limbs. I shuttered..."Here we are" I blurted out....
I stood up and gathered myself. I stretched and shivered again. I walked on up the path. I stumbled upon another fork in the path splitting off 3 ways...
Part 5: "I took the road less traveled..." --Thoreau
I walked up a muddy trail into what a sign called "The South Woods"--a section I'd never walked before. I walked deep into the new area. The trail was very long and littered with long pools of mud. I came to the highway which runs alongside the edge of the woods which was still a shock even though I could hear it somewhat a ways back. I sat under the shade of a tall old tree to hide from the fairly hot sun. The shade was cool and refreshing. I sat and began thinking
I am a poet if the Gods will let me--I am not an interpreter but a messenger. William Burroughs wrote when speaking of the life of Jack Kerouac that the writer or poet is not here to interpret the meaning or story...he is here simply to tell the truth and record his little life onto paper...paint a picture with the typewriter. He is simply a messenger and it is up to the reader to interpret. ANY WHICH WAY THEY LIKE. I can't fully understand what I am because there is no need to...I don't need to understand, I just need to BE. TO EXIST...let somebody else interpret all the details...I'm just here to live them out, to write them down, and to print it out.
True writing is neither planned nor thought out as it goes on...it comes from the soul without thinking...Stream of consciousness and abstract and chaotic...yet readable, and calm, and in order at the same time. LEARN TO LEARN. This is the root of creation, the beginning of our existence, only a new moment--only another in the universe of infinity...another place in space. Knowledge is power and I was beginning on the path...the Dharma. To begin to SEE--not with the material eyes planted in my skull, but with the THIRD EYE--all seeing in my soul. I began to understand the rightness...the mindfulness.
--Such profound emotional run-thru and spiritual philosophy coming over me for such a light dose of LSD. Intriguing.
SUDDENLY; Its like a reddish brown lense came in front of the sun...the light and shades of shade faded back and forth between normal color of the day and sunlight to the reddish-brown (slight orange as well) hue of the color shift. It was a very cool visual effect--one of only a few...
Thats another thing, 1 blotter apparently was not good enough for powerful visuals. The last trip when I ate 2, that was quite good visually, however 1 lacked. AND THEN IT HIT ME...This trip felt like I had just eaten a massive dose of Morning Glory seeds. I had always maintained the opinion that extremely high doses of either MG or extracted LSA itself feel very similar to a very low dose of LSD. This LSD trip I was going thru felt very similar to the effects recieved from 22 grams of ground Morning Glory 1 year earlier. Visuals were barely noticable if any at all aside from extreme brightness of all light and color, and the crystal clear clarity of all surrounding sight. Incredible physical sensations. Complex mental arrangements and emotional mind-blowing....
This further cemented my opinion on the matter...
I ventured back into the main area of the park. Some how the new trail had gotten me mixed up and I had no idea where I was but I just kept walking as I knew eventually if I stayed on the trail that I would find my way. I guess I was more mixed up than I thought because I found myself at possibly familiar yet unfamiliar territory, In my mind I shouldn't have been where I was at the time I was. I should've walked by other things first...I still had alot of walking to do before I got to this point. This is some serious Blair Witch shit!
I walked right up on the rangers and fire-men right at the fire. SUddenly realizing this I hault immediately and freeze up but quickly come to my senses--turn and walk back the other direction. I was not frightened but I thought it a bad idea to just go walking up to park rangers and authorities. I took off again not sure where I was. I had an idea but it was rather confusing.
Part 6: "Bodhisattva"
Finally, ahhhhh, I know where I'm at! Back in the open field again. I make a phone call on a cell-phone I borrowed to arrange for a ride out of the forest. The wind in the field was blowing hard but warma and felt wonderful like I was ready to drift away.
I got out and returned to my home. It felt exceedingly strange to suddenly go from walking in the forest to sitting in a car riding thru the neighborhood for some reason. The low dose acid had me almost wishing I had taken 2. 1 was good but just not enough. However I felt that it was an equally important trip.
At home I divided my time between writing in my journals and smoking pot on the porch. Rather uneventful for several hours, untill I left with a good friend to head downtown to a bar in the oregon district. The city was alive and wild. All the lights and sounds--though the trip was fading but I could still feel it flowing thru me. I bought a beer having no intention to get drunk or anything like it...I basically just bought 1 beer and sipped it for taste for the rest of the night.
My friend challenged me to a game of pool and I thought "this could be interesting"
My friend was taunting me saying that I was tripping and would get my ass kicked at the game. I broke--I sank 2 stripes real fast. I started firing away and I sank nearly every ball with the exception of 1 or 2 besides the 8 ball. He stood in awe and completely beside himself that I had done so well. I was in the zone playing pool at a bar on 5th street tripping on LSD and stoned to the bejesus belt from the herb. I was unstoppable. I went on to win both games of pool. Later I would go on to explain to him that LSD gives you the ability of "visualizing geometry" With a game like pool, one can "See" the angles and corners of a shot and what needs to be done to make the ball go a certain direction with a certain force and a certain speed. Its all mathmatics, man. After all, Math is the universal language.
We pondered this and many other a psychedelic, mystic philosophy, Buddhism, how his brother is doing in SoCal (another friend of mine)...
We rode back to my house in silence most of the way or talking of the woman of my dreams (a mutual friend of mine and P's).
I was almost thru my front door and P was almost out of my driveway when I suddenly darted into the street saying "STOP!" I explained to him I left my pipe in the car. I snatched it and bid farewell again. Inside I fell into bed and drifted quickly to sleep....
The next day I felt full of life and joy. Happy to live and be alive...Happy to be amongst the people. VERY GOOD TIMES. Life itself was a reason to wake up and get out of bed."
Yes of Course THE MISADVENTURES OF SWIMMY will continue yet again in another LSD adventure...stayed tuned....He keeps emailing me TR so I keep posting them....btw, Chapters 1 and 2 can be found at the Lycaeum Trip Reports.
Chapter 3 of "THE MISADVENTURES OF SWIMMY"
Part 4: "The Idiot's Laughter"
LSD is a beautiful creature. She is wonderous and revealing but if she does not get respect from you like she deserves, she will squash you like a bug...
This is how I discover the Roots of Creation with out giving away details that you guys must find out for yourselves--if you have not already--you know what I mean.
---------------------
I awoke Monday morning and felt still tired. Hard waking up. The thought of the days mission had me stiring around 10:00 am. I had been thru a long night of pot smoking sitting outside my front door and was a little groggy now because of it...
I stepped outside and smoked a cigarette like I do every morning. Also to analyze the weather. Perfect. Everything was falling into place--I'd had this day planned for nearly week now. I was going to gradually wade into the waters of being on LSD in public settings--an attempt to furthur open myself up and experience more than a room or house that becomes an overbearing mother not wanting to let you go anywhere for fear of you interacting with the horrible sinful world.
The plan is to take 1 blotter and journey to the nature sanctuary/forest reserve just down the street from me before the trip has time to take effect. The previous night (while in a thick haze of pot smoke and reggae music (mostly just various members of the Marley family)) I had prepared my backpack fitting it with a thick pre-rolled joint, an extra pack of cigarettes, my journal/poetry notebook, a portable CD player with the Sublime boxset and and much more in toe...
I got to the trails and set out on a long journey. I could feel the beginning waves though they were lite and not full like I usually get with acid--though I must note here that I've not EVER taken just 1 hit before--always at least 2 no matter the quality...if its 1 hit wonder or whatever and is the best out there today; I'd still eat at least 2. Knowing this, my current trip was obviously much lower than what I've come to expect from acid.
The quality of the acid left something to be desired but was decent enough to get the job done. I was not complaining however as 2 years before I had paid $10 each for what was quite possibly the worst quality of my life (I don't even want to call it acid) and here I had much better quality and only paid $7. Go figure--some people split your head cause lets face it: there are alot of assholes out there! Lady Lucy being exploited. Its a real shame!
Anyway I walked along calm and collected and in a great mood. I got to a clearing in the forest. Everything was SOOOOOO clear and in focus no matter the distance. The blue sky blasted me with light and warmth. Its was such a joyous adventure so far and I'd only been in the woods fractions of the moment. I came upon the first fork in the trail. One lead straight and the other took off left down and into the forest across a low bridge. I wandered around the fork for a bit. I burned the joint and was really stoned--the trip was given a push into being stronger. Not much though. Color was so much more pronounced and everything was so bright...but no other real visuals yet. Just a decent body high pleasant thought process and flow...meshing together ideas...loads of analysis that only makes sense to me so I'll spare my acid-infused mental ramblings.
I noticed I was being watched--by RANGERS. But I quickly realized it wasn't me they were watching but the burning field between us. That would make sense as I say the "BURN ZONE" sign on the path a ways back. I stopped and watched in the middle of the field as several trucks and ATV's kept close watch on the flamming field. It was a strange scene...I had seen much of this in Alabama but have not witnessed it in an Ohio forest reserve--let alone on LSD.
I walked a out into an already cleared part of the feild. The ground was black...cold black. It was very weird but words can't describe the feeling. Walking the Charred Earth...nothingness. Standing in a sea of darkness but it felt still comfortable. I was having alot of fun with this. Giggling softly about this and that...no hysterical laughter but some giggling. I quickly languidly drifted out of their sight and out from the sight of the fire.
I re-entered the forest on the opposite side of the feild from where I started. It was now getting quite muddy but this only slowed me a little. I softly walked along, balancing across logs that had been laid to use for safely crossing the mud (who knows).
I suddenly came to another lake (at the entrance of the trails there is a first lake) and sat on a bench beside the water. The acid began kicking in more--I was now listening to Sublime and smoking a black n mild cigar. The wind rang thru the trees and they drifted like angels. Molded together. Mass of ripples in the mirror like water. The world around and above perfectly reflected in the lake surface. It was beautiful. I felt the acid move in waves thru my body and limbs. I shuttered..."Here we are" I blurted out....
I stood up and gathered myself. I stretched and shivered again. I walked on up the path. I stumbled upon another fork in the path splitting off 3 ways...
Part 5: "I took the road less traveled..." --Thoreau
I walked up a muddy trail into what a sign called "The South Woods"--a section I'd never walked before. I walked deep into the new area. The trail was very long and littered with long pools of mud. I came to the highway which runs alongside the edge of the woods which was still a shock even though I could hear it somewhat a ways back. I sat under the shade of a tall old tree to hide from the fairly hot sun. The shade was cool and refreshing. I sat and began thinking
I am a poet if the Gods will let me--I am not an interpreter but a messenger. William Burroughs wrote when speaking of the life of Jack Kerouac that the writer or poet is not here to interpret the meaning or story...he is here simply to tell the truth and record his little life onto paper...paint a picture with the typewriter. He is simply a messenger and it is up to the reader to interpret. ANY WHICH WAY THEY LIKE. I can't fully understand what I am because there is no need to...I don't need to understand, I just need to BE. TO EXIST...let somebody else interpret all the details...I'm just here to live them out, to write them down, and to print it out.
True writing is neither planned nor thought out as it goes on...it comes from the soul without thinking...Stream of consciousness and abstract and chaotic...yet readable, and calm, and in order at the same time. LEARN TO LEARN. This is the root of creation, the beginning of our existence, only a new moment--only another in the universe of infinity...another place in space. Knowledge is power and I was beginning on the path...the Dharma. To begin to SEE--not with the material eyes planted in my skull, but with the THIRD EYE--all seeing in my soul. I began to understand the rightness...the mindfulness.
--Such profound emotional run-thru and spiritual philosophy coming over me for such a light dose of LSD. Intriguing.
SUDDENLY; Its like a reddish brown lense came in front of the sun...the light and shades of shade faded back and forth between normal color of the day and sunlight to the reddish-brown (slight orange as well) hue of the color shift. It was a very cool visual effect--one of only a few...
Thats another thing, 1 blotter apparently was not good enough for powerful visuals. The last trip when I ate 2, that was quite good visually, however 1 lacked. AND THEN IT HIT ME...This trip felt like I had just eaten a massive dose of Morning Glory seeds. I had always maintained the opinion that extremely high doses of either MG or extracted LSA itself feel very similar to a very low dose of LSD. This LSD trip I was going thru felt very similar to the effects recieved from 22 grams of ground Morning Glory 1 year earlier. Visuals were barely noticable if any at all aside from extreme brightness of all light and color, and the crystal clear clarity of all surrounding sight. Incredible physical sensations. Complex mental arrangements and emotional mind-blowing....
This further cemented my opinion on the matter...
I ventured back into the main area of the park. Some how the new trail had gotten me mixed up and I had no idea where I was but I just kept walking as I knew eventually if I stayed on the trail that I would find my way. I guess I was more mixed up than I thought because I found myself at possibly familiar yet unfamiliar territory, In my mind I shouldn't have been where I was at the time I was. I should've walked by other things first...I still had alot of walking to do before I got to this point. This is some serious Blair Witch shit!
I walked right up on the rangers and fire-men right at the fire. SUddenly realizing this I hault immediately and freeze up but quickly come to my senses--turn and walk back the other direction. I was not frightened but I thought it a bad idea to just go walking up to park rangers and authorities. I took off again not sure where I was. I had an idea but it was rather confusing.
Part 6: "Bodhisattva"
Finally, ahhhhh, I know where I'm at! Back in the open field again. I make a phone call on a cell-phone I borrowed to arrange for a ride out of the forest. The wind in the field was blowing hard but warma and felt wonderful like I was ready to drift away.
I got out and returned to my home. It felt exceedingly strange to suddenly go from walking in the forest to sitting in a car riding thru the neighborhood for some reason. The low dose acid had me almost wishing I had taken 2. 1 was good but just not enough. However I felt that it was an equally important trip.
At home I divided my time between writing in my journals and smoking pot on the porch. Rather uneventful for several hours, untill I left with a good friend to head downtown to a bar in the oregon district. The city was alive and wild. All the lights and sounds--though the trip was fading but I could still feel it flowing thru me. I bought a beer having no intention to get drunk or anything like it...I basically just bought 1 beer and sipped it for taste for the rest of the night.
My friend challenged me to a game of pool and I thought "this could be interesting"
My friend was taunting me saying that I was tripping and would get my ass kicked at the game. I broke--I sank 2 stripes real fast. I started firing away and I sank nearly every ball with the exception of 1 or 2 besides the 8 ball. He stood in awe and completely beside himself that I had done so well. I was in the zone playing pool at a bar on 5th street tripping on LSD and stoned to the bejesus belt from the herb. I was unstoppable. I went on to win both games of pool. Later I would go on to explain to him that LSD gives you the ability of "visualizing geometry" With a game like pool, one can "See" the angles and corners of a shot and what needs to be done to make the ball go a certain direction with a certain force and a certain speed. Its all mathmatics, man. After all, Math is the universal language.
We pondered this and many other a psychedelic, mystic philosophy, Buddhism, how his brother is doing in SoCal (another friend of mine)...
We rode back to my house in silence most of the way or talking of the woman of my dreams (a mutual friend of mine and P's).
I was almost thru my front door and P was almost out of my driveway when I suddenly darted into the street saying "STOP!" I explained to him I left my pipe in the car. I snatched it and bid farewell again. Inside I fell into bed and drifted quickly to sleep....
The next day I felt full of life and joy. Happy to live and be alive...Happy to be amongst the people. VERY GOOD TIMES. Life itself was a reason to wake up and get out of bed."
Yes of Course THE MISADVENTURES OF SWIMMY will continue yet again in another LSD adventure...stayed tuned....He keeps emailing me TR so I keep posting them....btw, Chapters 1 and 2 can be found at the Lycaeum Trip Reports.
