Mr Blonde
Bluelighter
Note... a friend wrote this and I am posting it here on his behalf.
The trip as it stands:
It was around about 8:00pm at one of our frequent-tripping spots. I was a bit wary to start too soon, as I'd eaten a moderately sizeable dinner for a 90something kilo guy about an hour and a bit ago. so i waited until around about 8:30 and then we dealt out the medicine.
The tabs had a undiscernable pattern that reminded me of a devils horn and a C like harp. We divided them up and each took one. The other voyagers A + B had not eaten for a while, with B not having eaten until 3pm that afternoon :S.
at around about 9:00 i had the feeling of the 'placebo effect', nothing more than light tingles in the legs and a slightly warming sensation. Sick of sitting around the car, we rolled up a few joints and walked down the track to a clear grassy hill overlooking a river. We smoked a few, and by then it was around 9:30. B said that he was feeling quite different, but in a good way. Myself, i was quite relaxed, and was soon distracted from probing the way i felt by a (big) fire that started up directly across the river from us. We could hear voices before it started, but now all three of us were up to look at what was happening.
From what i could tell, a few solly guys and at least one girl were starting up a fire for reasons unknown. They either saw us, or heard us laughing (we were feeling mildly euphoric, but then it could have been the MJ) so they began to whistle to us across the river. Personally, myself and B found it hillarious, but A was slightly nervous and questioned whether we should move on. We then proceeded to tell A that if they're that keen to come across the river without a boat, we pretty much owe them a J. He calmed down quite well then.
A was saying that he wasn't really feeling anything yet, and wanted to take another. I think he was just a bit anxious because B was starting to feel more and more, but i put that down to his being slightly lighter and not having eaten since 3pm that day, 3 hours over the two of A and myself. We instead walked over to the tip of the walkway/bank thing that we were on (a long strip that eventually terminated in the water). After looking around a bit more and subconsciously shuddering at the mass curlew calls, we decided to light up a cigarette.
B ended up saying something on an obscure topic, and moving his hands in an animated fashion as he does. The movement of his hand and the cigarette that he held left a long fluid trail of orange in the air, as the tip blurred and expanded as he moved. It took us a good three seconds, but we each kicked in simultaneously, registering that something was going on. A and B started giggling and talking about how 'it finally makes sense how those ravers always have those glow sticks and shit, man.' That joke lasted us a good 10 minutes, with B putting on a light show for us, to our extreme amusement.
Walking back to the car, energised with the development, we sat in the car for a while and listened to some music. It was around about 10 / 1030 and i was feeling quite sedated personally, whilst A talked of a feeling that he 'felt like he had something he needed to do, but didn't know what it was, and that he felt he had to go do it.' We managed to coerce him into listening to some music for a while, and it did the trick. Some album / artist with the word 'explosion' in it came on, and there were some great tracks on the cd. Then we listened to some Pink Floyd, I closed my eyes and experienced some interesting visuals of living cast iron intertwining to the beat of the music, whilst i was being sucked into the music.
A finally decided he'd had enough, and had to get up to go for a walk. Probably due to the lunatic on Pink Floyd's 'dark side of the moon' laughing through the speakers and freaking him out and this sense of energy that he got from god knows where (throughout the trip i was not quite lethargic, but just content to sit / lie and think.) We probably walked up and down that bank thing about 3 times after we got out of the car, stopping every now and then to smoke, and once i decided to sink a J into A just to get him to stay a little longer (we'd found a nice open bank overlooking another part of the river (actually think it may have been a lake, but it bended and then twisted a bit too...) and there was an odd glow in the sky behind us, and an odd buzzing sound.
It turned out to be a plane, and we all were fixated upon it. It was a cloudy night and it was running different light to what i remember (no strobes, just a solid greenish light.) As it flew above us, it left what i can only assume to be a reflection of its lights on the clouds above and behind it. They instantly looked like a car's headlights, and they bounced around as though someone were holding a torch to the sky. The headlights slowly drifted away, and the plane sounded more and more like a car as it flew over us and away from us, enhancing the illusion that we were on a freeway, looking back at a car we had overtaken at speed. That was quite an experience.
We walked a bit more, talked of some random shit, and odd discussions about whether this particular ledge we were standing at contained water directly below it or not ('because there's shadows down there man, and i cant see the water.')
At around 12am we'd found another bank to lie down on. A had since felt the effects moderately strongly and was enjoying himself and a little less obliged to 'do that thing he had to do...' A started talking about how the sky was moving forward and backwards, how things were becoming pixellated and how everything had a green boarder as though someone were blocking an intense green light behind them. I was slightly disappointed that i had no real OEVs yet, and decided to delve into this feeling of euphoria and relaxation.
I was then instilled with a most perplexing vision.
Almost immediately, odd green strings similar to the matrix, were falling down from the sky, and forming into boxes and rectangles that were more 3d than 2d. I concentrated too hard on the image, and it disappeared, replaced instead by the clouds suddenly becoming solid, as though held rigid in the sky. They then blurred out and i felt i understood what A meant by pixellated, as it seemed my image almost shattered and bled, and then swirled in on its self like a vortex. The sky then seemed to open up, as though the clouds disappeared, and i saw red blue and green dots in the sky, which i associated with stars. They started to whizz around in an organised motion, as though they were glints off of water in the sky, or as if i were watching a star time capture through a camera over the period of 30seconds as opposed to a whole night. Interesting stuff.
I then dozed off whilst staying conscious, essentially just going back into my head and entertaining the ideas that had been growing rampant since about 11pm. The other guys went down the bank to explore what i knew we had already explored, and touched the 'dirt pole' for a second or third time (essentially just a very, very, dirty white pole that rubs shit off onto your hands when you touch it. They found it great fun.) After giggling like fools for quite some time, and us drawing a comparision between A and the lunatic that startled him so, not long before, both A and B stopped laughing and sighed, at the same time.
Immediately we cacked ourselves stupid, and if one were to come across us at this time, they would undoubtedly have assumed we had escaped from the local lune-bin. After settling down, the two sighed simultaneously again, only to reignite the fit.
It went for another three hours with us sitting down on the lakeside bank again, eating a little Doritos and talking for a while, walking a bit more, exploring, the fools touching that filthy pole for the umpth time that night, and B looking into the trees only to be surprised to see a giant spider the size of a beach ball, only to realise that it was intertwining leaves and twigs in the trees. He later came up with the idea that people who are afraid of spiders are simply more sensitive to geometric patterns and shapes. B i think had been seeing the most OEVs and CEVs that night, telling us every now and then how the most beautiful and extraordinary shapes were coming out of the corners of his eye and making some really weird patterns.
Well, that was my night. i crashed at about 3pm and that was the end of it. The morning after didnt feel too groggy but i knew that something was a bit odd about myself, such as drained legs, chronic tiredness and my fingers felt almost hollow. It was odd, but definitely an enjoyable experience.
The trip as it stands:
It was around about 8:00pm at one of our frequent-tripping spots. I was a bit wary to start too soon, as I'd eaten a moderately sizeable dinner for a 90something kilo guy about an hour and a bit ago. so i waited until around about 8:30 and then we dealt out the medicine.
The tabs had a undiscernable pattern that reminded me of a devils horn and a C like harp. We divided them up and each took one. The other voyagers A + B had not eaten for a while, with B not having eaten until 3pm that afternoon :S.
at around about 9:00 i had the feeling of the 'placebo effect', nothing more than light tingles in the legs and a slightly warming sensation. Sick of sitting around the car, we rolled up a few joints and walked down the track to a clear grassy hill overlooking a river. We smoked a few, and by then it was around 9:30. B said that he was feeling quite different, but in a good way. Myself, i was quite relaxed, and was soon distracted from probing the way i felt by a (big) fire that started up directly across the river from us. We could hear voices before it started, but now all three of us were up to look at what was happening.
From what i could tell, a few solly guys and at least one girl were starting up a fire for reasons unknown. They either saw us, or heard us laughing (we were feeling mildly euphoric, but then it could have been the MJ) so they began to whistle to us across the river. Personally, myself and B found it hillarious, but A was slightly nervous and questioned whether we should move on. We then proceeded to tell A that if they're that keen to come across the river without a boat, we pretty much owe them a J. He calmed down quite well then.
A was saying that he wasn't really feeling anything yet, and wanted to take another. I think he was just a bit anxious because B was starting to feel more and more, but i put that down to his being slightly lighter and not having eaten since 3pm that day, 3 hours over the two of A and myself. We instead walked over to the tip of the walkway/bank thing that we were on (a long strip that eventually terminated in the water). After looking around a bit more and subconsciously shuddering at the mass curlew calls, we decided to light up a cigarette.
B ended up saying something on an obscure topic, and moving his hands in an animated fashion as he does. The movement of his hand and the cigarette that he held left a long fluid trail of orange in the air, as the tip blurred and expanded as he moved. It took us a good three seconds, but we each kicked in simultaneously, registering that something was going on. A and B started giggling and talking about how 'it finally makes sense how those ravers always have those glow sticks and shit, man.' That joke lasted us a good 10 minutes, with B putting on a light show for us, to our extreme amusement.
Walking back to the car, energised with the development, we sat in the car for a while and listened to some music. It was around about 10 / 1030 and i was feeling quite sedated personally, whilst A talked of a feeling that he 'felt like he had something he needed to do, but didn't know what it was, and that he felt he had to go do it.' We managed to coerce him into listening to some music for a while, and it did the trick. Some album / artist with the word 'explosion' in it came on, and there were some great tracks on the cd. Then we listened to some Pink Floyd, I closed my eyes and experienced some interesting visuals of living cast iron intertwining to the beat of the music, whilst i was being sucked into the music.
A finally decided he'd had enough, and had to get up to go for a walk. Probably due to the lunatic on Pink Floyd's 'dark side of the moon' laughing through the speakers and freaking him out and this sense of energy that he got from god knows where (throughout the trip i was not quite lethargic, but just content to sit / lie and think.) We probably walked up and down that bank thing about 3 times after we got out of the car, stopping every now and then to smoke, and once i decided to sink a J into A just to get him to stay a little longer (we'd found a nice open bank overlooking another part of the river (actually think it may have been a lake, but it bended and then twisted a bit too...) and there was an odd glow in the sky behind us, and an odd buzzing sound.
It turned out to be a plane, and we all were fixated upon it. It was a cloudy night and it was running different light to what i remember (no strobes, just a solid greenish light.) As it flew above us, it left what i can only assume to be a reflection of its lights on the clouds above and behind it. They instantly looked like a car's headlights, and they bounced around as though someone were holding a torch to the sky. The headlights slowly drifted away, and the plane sounded more and more like a car as it flew over us and away from us, enhancing the illusion that we were on a freeway, looking back at a car we had overtaken at speed. That was quite an experience.
We walked a bit more, talked of some random shit, and odd discussions about whether this particular ledge we were standing at contained water directly below it or not ('because there's shadows down there man, and i cant see the water.')
At around 12am we'd found another bank to lie down on. A had since felt the effects moderately strongly and was enjoying himself and a little less obliged to 'do that thing he had to do...' A started talking about how the sky was moving forward and backwards, how things were becoming pixellated and how everything had a green boarder as though someone were blocking an intense green light behind them. I was slightly disappointed that i had no real OEVs yet, and decided to delve into this feeling of euphoria and relaxation.
I was then instilled with a most perplexing vision.
Almost immediately, odd green strings similar to the matrix, were falling down from the sky, and forming into boxes and rectangles that were more 3d than 2d. I concentrated too hard on the image, and it disappeared, replaced instead by the clouds suddenly becoming solid, as though held rigid in the sky. They then blurred out and i felt i understood what A meant by pixellated, as it seemed my image almost shattered and bled, and then swirled in on its self like a vortex. The sky then seemed to open up, as though the clouds disappeared, and i saw red blue and green dots in the sky, which i associated with stars. They started to whizz around in an organised motion, as though they were glints off of water in the sky, or as if i were watching a star time capture through a camera over the period of 30seconds as opposed to a whole night. Interesting stuff.
I then dozed off whilst staying conscious, essentially just going back into my head and entertaining the ideas that had been growing rampant since about 11pm. The other guys went down the bank to explore what i knew we had already explored, and touched the 'dirt pole' for a second or third time (essentially just a very, very, dirty white pole that rubs shit off onto your hands when you touch it. They found it great fun.) After giggling like fools for quite some time, and us drawing a comparision between A and the lunatic that startled him so, not long before, both A and B stopped laughing and sighed, at the same time.
Immediately we cacked ourselves stupid, and if one were to come across us at this time, they would undoubtedly have assumed we had escaped from the local lune-bin. After settling down, the two sighed simultaneously again, only to reignite the fit.
It went for another three hours with us sitting down on the lakeside bank again, eating a little Doritos and talking for a while, walking a bit more, exploring, the fools touching that filthy pole for the umpth time that night, and B looking into the trees only to be surprised to see a giant spider the size of a beach ball, only to realise that it was intertwining leaves and twigs in the trees. He later came up with the idea that people who are afraid of spiders are simply more sensitive to geometric patterns and shapes. B i think had been seeing the most OEVs and CEVs that night, telling us every now and then how the most beautiful and extraordinary shapes were coming out of the corners of his eye and making some really weird patterns.
Well, that was my night. i crashed at about 3pm and that was the end of it. The morning after didnt feel too groggy but i knew that something was a bit odd about myself, such as drained legs, chronic tiredness and my fingers felt almost hollow. It was odd, but definitely an enjoyable experience.
