I started writing this a few days back but quit cause i was at a loss for words and things were kind of foggy right after it happened but its come more into place now.
It was a cold winter saturday morning. I was off from work and had no plans. My friend S called and stopped over. We played some call of duty for a bit while we got more awake and contemplated what to do. I go over to my little stash and have a glance. I pull out a 5-strip of some good blotter i had. I show it to S with a look on my face of "wanna try?". He nodded and smiled. The adventure was about to begin... oh yeah it sure was, but we were clueless as to the extent of the intensity which would follow.
I hadn't tried this blotter but heard it was very strong and 1 hit produced near ego-death in an inexperienced friend of ours. We split it even, 2.5 hits each, at 12 noon exactly. We had made a rough outline plan of the day , consisting of hanging out a bit during the comeup and then adventuring out in snow gear into the woods and to a field where a pond lies in the middle, about a 2 mile walk. I had never been tripping there before but it was isolated and seemed like a good choice.
He drives back to his house to get snow gear and comes back at 1230, just as I am starting to feel the nervous jitters and spinal vibes of the acid kicking in. We watch some scenes of the new rambo movie, the bloody intense battle at the end. I usually enjoy action scenes like this but we both agreed it was a bit intense to watch as we were coming up. I dislike the comeup phase of psychedelics; it is usually uncomfortable, and this was no exception.
We decide to head out early. It was cold out, 18F (-8C) with some steady winds. Gray skies, light snowfall. I'm very glad we brought sunglasses, the brightness was intense even through them. We jog for a bit then walk then jog. I trip over a log and hit my knee hard. The pain felt different. More intense but easily moved into a category, like I could mentally just kind of ignore it.
When we got there my watch read 1:40. We sit down at the edge of the woods overlooking this field. Here is where the intensity really hits both of us. It begins to snow very hard. I get extremely alien feelings.. like "wow what am I, we are creatures at the mercy of this earth, nature is harsh and mysterious and beautiful" i can't describe it well, it was mostly feeling not words. I began to see very colorful patterns forming everywhere. The snow took on an almost beige color with twinkling of neons like green and blue for split seconds. We sat there quietly in awe of the scene. I realized this was going to be much more intense than I expected... the ego loss was setting in quick. Along with confusion of where we were, and who we were.
S gave me a confused look and tried to say something which I didn't understand. He looked nervous. I could only look out at the field and say "beautiful?" asking if he agreed. He nodded. But it was becoming more intense than beautiful and slightly more malevolent. I sat and watched as the entire scene unfolded into a whole different place. It looked like an alien planet with all these complex patterns forming in mathematically precise patterns. I stared into the field and the woods in my peripheral vision disappeared. All that was left was an infinite plane going on forever , going through everything. To me it was all that existed. I forgot about my life. I forgot who S was. We were some concept of confused explorers.
Then, something in the distance startled us partly out of our trance like state. A glowing ball of orange. I knew it was real despite visuals and hallucinations (eyes, strange animals, but these would only last less than a second) everywhere. S tapped me and pointed and got down low. It was about 200 yards away maybe, moving. We couldn't tell which way it was moving but since it just appeared we assumed it was moving towards us. We slowly got down low. I was so confused but adrenaline was assisting in gaining a fraction of my identity and reality back.
S slowly got in his backpack and pulled out binoculars. After staring a few seconds I eagerly awaited his analysis. He kept having to adjust the focus. Finally he drops the binoculars into his bag and looks terrified. I look at him then back and forth at the orange glowing object. He mumbles quietly "mmm the leave, we need to. get ... out of here! "
"what is it what?" i ask getting extremely anxious. He just ducks down lower. I get into his bag and get the powerful binoculars out. Through the overlay of intense visual distortion I see clearly what the object of concern is. A hunter in orange, carrying an assault rifle (illegal for hunting here). He was walking right towards us and appears to be looking at us. "FFF..uck" I mumble.
What to do, what to do? At this point I can now see the hunter clearly without binoculars and despite time dilation he is closing in fast. "lets go" I say. We get up and start walking back the other way, but the woods all look the same, i forget which way we came. It didn't matter too much though we just wanted out of there.
Then an echoing, menacing voice broke the snowy windy silence. "HEEEEEY" "BOYS!" Oh fuck! We freeze up. A way too realistic image flashes through my head of us getting pummeled and penetrated by a barrage of bullets. A squirrel like creature pops up by my shoe and laughs. We slowly turn around. I look over at S and he has his hands up! "ppp put your.. hands down" i whisper. He does very slowly. We stay frozen, almost literally as the cold wind smashes into us and snow flies onto our exposed skin.
The figure approaches and becomes clear. A face I do not recognize. I can't tell if the guy has facial hair or not because a beard and mustache keep reappearing and disappearing on him. "You boys lost?"
"uh no just camping, i mean walking here" i nervously say. Then he comes menacingly close, about 3 feet, and stops. A man maybe in his 50s (with 5'oclock shadow facial hair) who could fit the description of someone wanted for mass murder, I briefly think. He stares at us for a few moments which dragged on into infinity. "something wrong?" the stanger asks. S lets out a brief nervous strange squeel and throws his hands up again. "We are on acid please dont hurt us we are scared ok?"
My heart sinks. Oh, if we weren't busted before we are now. I drop to my knees. S stupidly does the same. A few seconds go by. I stare at the ground thinking, this is it. This guy is the owner of the property and might get away with shooting some drug intoxicated menacing trespassers. I wonder when its all going to go black. I see a shadow of the M-16 rifle aiming at my head. "oh no" i mumble passively.
"Uhhh do you guys need help?" he asks. We quickly look up at him in unison. "Oh thank god we thought you were going to fucking kill us" S says, his voice altered and sounding very deep and wavy. "heh, no, we're just exploring, this place and places in our mind" i say then quickly regret mentioning it. The man sat down next to us. A painful awkwardness flooded me.
"1978", the man says bluntly. "That was my last trip" then showed a huge grin whiter than the snow. "Stuff isn't good for you, go chase some girls instead" he says then gets back up. "have a good time fellas, be careful" he then says walking away and waves. "later man "
We sit there motionless and speechless. After the guy is about 100 yards away we bust out laughing. The laughing continues a while. I feel the intensity of the trip continuing to rise and my perception of myself is like that of a monkey type creature with insect-like huge slanted eyes. We then look out at the plane. It was breathtaking. The beauty was on all levels stunning. And there were oh so many levels... I can't even completely remember it all but just ... insane.
We stumble down to the frozen pond. The snowfall picks up again heavy. We can barely see each other clearly. S runs and jumps on the frozen pond chanting. I sit at the edge and then lay down, looking up at the sky. My facemask starts to become damp but I don't care. What the fk are we, what are we doing here? These thoughts came into my head not in words, a very strange conceptual experience. Red and blue and green, visuals of faces everywhere. Little laughing creatures jumping through the snow talking to me in high pitched squeels.
Then I close my eyes (i think) and travel. All i see is white but I know i'm moving extremely fast. A beaver/alien type creature talks in deep vibrations to me. His face appears out of the white as if it is God. "i'm sorry i didnt believe" i tell it with my thoughts. I was about to cry with emotion, thinking I met God. sounds silly now but this creature was sending me strange vibrations which triggered many seemingly random images and thoughts about my life and including many scenes I have lived and long forgotten. The vibrations were getting too intense and I began to think this supreme being was going to kill me slowly with these thoughts.
I screamed as I believed my brain was literally frying. S got up from a sitting position on the pond and came over, and pulled me up. I grabbed my head and believed I was on fire. The cold was really getting to me but I didn't know it, I thought the creature of the white plane was frying me for my sins or something. He starts leading us back through our footprints. The ones at the woods edge were covered and altered but S could see them. "come on, its alright, we're going back" he says.
...
The walk was long and intense but I began to regain some sanity. We finally arrive back. It was 4pm and the effects were running strong but lessening. We drink some warm tea and try to talk about what happened, but it is so hard to put into words we just laugh at each other for our inability to convey what happened. We then unwind with some amazing call of duty 4 action. I am stunned by the graphics and its like it is a whole other world inside my TV. The rest of the trip was fun but relatively uneventful.
The white plane is a place I've been trying to return to all week with some meditation. I am new at it, but it seems to work somewhat. This experience report does poor justice to the extreme distance from ordinary words and experience this trip created, but I did about the best I could taking time to recall and relive it.
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It was a cold winter saturday morning. I was off from work and had no plans. My friend S called and stopped over. We played some call of duty for a bit while we got more awake and contemplated what to do. I go over to my little stash and have a glance. I pull out a 5-strip of some good blotter i had. I show it to S with a look on my face of "wanna try?". He nodded and smiled. The adventure was about to begin... oh yeah it sure was, but we were clueless as to the extent of the intensity which would follow.
I hadn't tried this blotter but heard it was very strong and 1 hit produced near ego-death in an inexperienced friend of ours. We split it even, 2.5 hits each, at 12 noon exactly. We had made a rough outline plan of the day , consisting of hanging out a bit during the comeup and then adventuring out in snow gear into the woods and to a field where a pond lies in the middle, about a 2 mile walk. I had never been tripping there before but it was isolated and seemed like a good choice.
He drives back to his house to get snow gear and comes back at 1230, just as I am starting to feel the nervous jitters and spinal vibes of the acid kicking in. We watch some scenes of the new rambo movie, the bloody intense battle at the end. I usually enjoy action scenes like this but we both agreed it was a bit intense to watch as we were coming up. I dislike the comeup phase of psychedelics; it is usually uncomfortable, and this was no exception.
We decide to head out early. It was cold out, 18F (-8C) with some steady winds. Gray skies, light snowfall. I'm very glad we brought sunglasses, the brightness was intense even through them. We jog for a bit then walk then jog. I trip over a log and hit my knee hard. The pain felt different. More intense but easily moved into a category, like I could mentally just kind of ignore it.
When we got there my watch read 1:40. We sit down at the edge of the woods overlooking this field. Here is where the intensity really hits both of us. It begins to snow very hard. I get extremely alien feelings.. like "wow what am I, we are creatures at the mercy of this earth, nature is harsh and mysterious and beautiful" i can't describe it well, it was mostly feeling not words. I began to see very colorful patterns forming everywhere. The snow took on an almost beige color with twinkling of neons like green and blue for split seconds. We sat there quietly in awe of the scene. I realized this was going to be much more intense than I expected... the ego loss was setting in quick. Along with confusion of where we were, and who we were.
S gave me a confused look and tried to say something which I didn't understand. He looked nervous. I could only look out at the field and say "beautiful?" asking if he agreed. He nodded. But it was becoming more intense than beautiful and slightly more malevolent. I sat and watched as the entire scene unfolded into a whole different place. It looked like an alien planet with all these complex patterns forming in mathematically precise patterns. I stared into the field and the woods in my peripheral vision disappeared. All that was left was an infinite plane going on forever , going through everything. To me it was all that existed. I forgot about my life. I forgot who S was. We were some concept of confused explorers.
Then, something in the distance startled us partly out of our trance like state. A glowing ball of orange. I knew it was real despite visuals and hallucinations (eyes, strange animals, but these would only last less than a second) everywhere. S tapped me and pointed and got down low. It was about 200 yards away maybe, moving. We couldn't tell which way it was moving but since it just appeared we assumed it was moving towards us. We slowly got down low. I was so confused but adrenaline was assisting in gaining a fraction of my identity and reality back.
S slowly got in his backpack and pulled out binoculars. After staring a few seconds I eagerly awaited his analysis. He kept having to adjust the focus. Finally he drops the binoculars into his bag and looks terrified. I look at him then back and forth at the orange glowing object. He mumbles quietly "mmm the leave, we need to. get ... out of here! "
"what is it what?" i ask getting extremely anxious. He just ducks down lower. I get into his bag and get the powerful binoculars out. Through the overlay of intense visual distortion I see clearly what the object of concern is. A hunter in orange, carrying an assault rifle (illegal for hunting here). He was walking right towards us and appears to be looking at us. "FFF..uck" I mumble.
What to do, what to do? At this point I can now see the hunter clearly without binoculars and despite time dilation he is closing in fast. "lets go" I say. We get up and start walking back the other way, but the woods all look the same, i forget which way we came. It didn't matter too much though we just wanted out of there.
Then an echoing, menacing voice broke the snowy windy silence. "HEEEEEY" "BOYS!" Oh fuck! We freeze up. A way too realistic image flashes through my head of us getting pummeled and penetrated by a barrage of bullets. A squirrel like creature pops up by my shoe and laughs. We slowly turn around. I look over at S and he has his hands up! "ppp put your.. hands down" i whisper. He does very slowly. We stay frozen, almost literally as the cold wind smashes into us and snow flies onto our exposed skin.
The figure approaches and becomes clear. A face I do not recognize. I can't tell if the guy has facial hair or not because a beard and mustache keep reappearing and disappearing on him. "You boys lost?"
"uh no just camping, i mean walking here" i nervously say. Then he comes menacingly close, about 3 feet, and stops. A man maybe in his 50s (with 5'oclock shadow facial hair) who could fit the description of someone wanted for mass murder, I briefly think. He stares at us for a few moments which dragged on into infinity. "something wrong?" the stanger asks. S lets out a brief nervous strange squeel and throws his hands up again. "We are on acid please dont hurt us we are scared ok?"
My heart sinks. Oh, if we weren't busted before we are now. I drop to my knees. S stupidly does the same. A few seconds go by. I stare at the ground thinking, this is it. This guy is the owner of the property and might get away with shooting some drug intoxicated menacing trespassers. I wonder when its all going to go black. I see a shadow of the M-16 rifle aiming at my head. "oh no" i mumble passively.
"Uhhh do you guys need help?" he asks. We quickly look up at him in unison. "Oh thank god we thought you were going to fucking kill us" S says, his voice altered and sounding very deep and wavy. "heh, no, we're just exploring, this place and places in our mind" i say then quickly regret mentioning it. The man sat down next to us. A painful awkwardness flooded me.
"1978", the man says bluntly. "That was my last trip" then showed a huge grin whiter than the snow. "Stuff isn't good for you, go chase some girls instead" he says then gets back up. "have a good time fellas, be careful" he then says walking away and waves. "later man "
We sit there motionless and speechless. After the guy is about 100 yards away we bust out laughing. The laughing continues a while. I feel the intensity of the trip continuing to rise and my perception of myself is like that of a monkey type creature with insect-like huge slanted eyes. We then look out at the plane. It was breathtaking. The beauty was on all levels stunning. And there were oh so many levels... I can't even completely remember it all but just ... insane.
We stumble down to the frozen pond. The snowfall picks up again heavy. We can barely see each other clearly. S runs and jumps on the frozen pond chanting. I sit at the edge and then lay down, looking up at the sky. My facemask starts to become damp but I don't care. What the fk are we, what are we doing here? These thoughts came into my head not in words, a very strange conceptual experience. Red and blue and green, visuals of faces everywhere. Little laughing creatures jumping through the snow talking to me in high pitched squeels.
Then I close my eyes (i think) and travel. All i see is white but I know i'm moving extremely fast. A beaver/alien type creature talks in deep vibrations to me. His face appears out of the white as if it is God. "i'm sorry i didnt believe" i tell it with my thoughts. I was about to cry with emotion, thinking I met God. sounds silly now but this creature was sending me strange vibrations which triggered many seemingly random images and thoughts about my life and including many scenes I have lived and long forgotten. The vibrations were getting too intense and I began to think this supreme being was going to kill me slowly with these thoughts.
I screamed as I believed my brain was literally frying. S got up from a sitting position on the pond and came over, and pulled me up. I grabbed my head and believed I was on fire. The cold was really getting to me but I didn't know it, I thought the creature of the white plane was frying me for my sins or something. He starts leading us back through our footprints. The ones at the woods edge were covered and altered but S could see them. "come on, its alright, we're going back" he says.
...
The walk was long and intense but I began to regain some sanity. We finally arrive back. It was 4pm and the effects were running strong but lessening. We drink some warm tea and try to talk about what happened, but it is so hard to put into words we just laugh at each other for our inability to convey what happened. We then unwind with some amazing call of duty 4 action. I am stunned by the graphics and its like it is a whole other world inside my TV. The rest of the trip was fun but relatively uneventful.
The white plane is a place I've been trying to return to all week with some meditation. I am new at it, but it seems to work somewhat. This experience report does poor justice to the extreme distance from ordinary words and experience this trip created, but I did about the best I could taking time to recall and relive it.
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state of minds were nicely conveyed as well.
