punktuality
Bluelighter
LSD - Life Altering Experience.
This report whilst being mainly about 1 particular trip will refer to a number of trips in trying to explain what it is that I am about to write. A few weeks ago my friend got hold of some brown microdots, what we were later to find out was some of the stongest most pure trips we had ever taken… and are probably ever likely to take. Before the microdots I have had liquid lsd and paper a few times and whilst I had some crazy adventures and bizarre stories to tell from those trips they are insignificant compared to the life changing events caused my these tiny brown dots. Before these I considered acid to be a somewhat dirty drug that made you loose control of your mind… now I know that this could not be farther from the truth.
In the right place with the right people and some good lsd it can be cleansing and for want of a better word… spiritual. The word acid itself is a terrible word to describe the drug. Much of what lsd does to you is based on your subconscious and having in the back of your mind that you have taken something called “acid” is surely not a good start and I dare say responsible for my, and many other peoples dirty and uncontrollable impression of the drug. We decided this and renamed in “zen” I would advise anyone to do the same… or come up with your own name. OK so I sound like a hippy… I thought I would be the last person on earth to be writing this, but I am.
Ok… so I few weeks ago me and my mate J tried this for the first time (I have written another trip report describing this first time) We took just 1 dot each (Which we now estimate to be 200-250mu *Strong!*) and had a trip like no other. I found everything clean and pure… the world looked like it was covered in varnish so everything shone yet had more detail than I had ever seen before in my life. The significance of those visuals I would not understand until 2 weekends later. Several weird occurrences happened that night between the two of us such as reading each others minds briefly and even reading a guy at the shops mind. This lead us to do a bit of research on the drug from a telepathy/esp point of view of which we were shocked to find out was very common. We decided that we needed to do more research in this area (which we havnt even done yet as we got a bit sidetracked as I will explain)
The following week 3 more friends were around and the 5 of us all had a dot each. Myself and my J both thought that this trip was not as good as the last one, the visuals weren’t as intense and there was something magical just “missing.” We couldn’t quite understand why as all my research on lsd indicates that even heavy users lose all tolerance build up within 3 days. While it was a fun party in general it was a big disappointment compared to the last time.
And now I come to this weekend… A weekend that has changed my life forever. And don’t take that with a grain of salt. I genuinely mean my life will never be the same again. Let me explain…
Friday night we decided to take the dots yet again, kind of in hope that we could do some of the telepathy experiments, but another friend, B came around with his new puppy dog and dropped with us so we kind of let go of plans for our experiments. Just after the dot had kicked in I realised that the “magic” was back this time and I knew it would be incredible, I had no doubt. J then suggested we have another one to see what would happen… how could I say no? We gulped a second dot each, but it was B’s first time so he was more than content with one. An hour later I was higher than I have ever been in my life, I felt like I could do anything… I dare say I probably could have. B was making himself a drink and a snack when he ran up to me, shoved an arrowroot biscuit in-front of my face and said… “LOOK AT THIS!” as if it were the most incredible thing he had ever seen. We all laughed uncontrollably at what he had done, himself included shocked at how he could be so fascinated by a mere biscuit. After we calmed down I took a look at the biscuit myself, It was amazing… I could see every pore and molecule in the biscuit and every tiny hole looked like it had been carved by wind like a desert sand dune. The writing on the biscuit seemed to be sucked into the biscuit itself as if it had not been stamped there but as if the biscuit had breathed in and sucked the writing into it so it could communicate with me. J’s curiosity then got the better of him and he got his own biscuit and started looking at it with the same interest as myself and B. He looked at me and said… “Check out the other side of the biscuit”…… I couldn’t believe that until that point I hadn’t even considered looking at the other side…. The front of the biscuit was at that point the most interesting thing I had ever seen and it didn’t even cross my mind that the back might be cool too. I laughed at myself and turned the biscuit over… A myriad of checker plate style designs breathed and swirled, it was amazing. At this point you are reading this thinking…. Ok so some trippers were smashed and looking at biscuits….. but as weird as it sounds it is integral to understanding why this trip changed my life.
After we got over the biscuits we ate some passionfruit…. And if you can picture how complex and interesting the inside of a passionfruit looks you can imagine our intrigue and interest in them compared to the biscuits but I wont ramble for too long about food.
We decided to go outside and look at the stars…. A highly recommended trip activity. We stood looking upwards for 10 minutes (It might have been an hour, I have no idea) The stars were shinning like sparklers and jumping around the sky and every 2nd star looked like a shooting star. We realised we had to spend much more of this night outside as it was incredible. We started a small fire in a drum, one because it was cold and two because we knew it would be cool to look at. We sat around the fire looking at it for a long time which is probably when the trip got more “spiritual”. The fire was like a friend and I looked up at J’s house which admittedly normally looks a bit run down, It looked soft, warm and inviting. I realised the entire world was inviting. Nothing mattered, because the entire world was amazing.
We decided we were hungry and journeyed of to a petrol station about 10 minutes walk away. The trip there was filled with trees towering above us, the night sky sparkling wildly with stars and the ground and grass slowly forming frost. We got to the servo and all bought a drink and some food. I got a sprite and a sausage roll which cost $4.40…. I gave the guy $5…. He could obviously see I was high as a kite and closed the till without giving me my 60 cents change. I was about to say “where’s my change?” when I decided that his own guilt would be a better lesson for him to learn than me getting upset. I will probably see him next time I go there while I am not smashed and I decided when I see him I will say “thanks for the change” to get him thinking. Anyway, that didn’t concern me too much and we went on our way.
On the way back we went through a massive playground, the kind with flying fox’s and the like. We got to a giant spiderweb climbing thing. It looked amazing. Each thick rope was coated in icy frost shinning in the starlit night, casting intricate shadows down upon the tanbark. Although slippery and frozen we had to climb it! With no concern for our safety or getting frostbite we all clambered up to the top. It felt like being on top of the crows nest of a ship, the world seemed to be spinning slowly around us, it was magic. The centre pole of the spiders web was metal and covered in ice. B licked it to see if his tongue would get stuck. It didn’t so we all gave it a go… licking the fresh ice was so pure and clean, I had no concern that I was doing something I would never consider doing otherwise.
After a while up there we climbed and continued the walk back to the house. We all commented on how great the night sky looked with so many beautiful colours. B said “cheers to you sky!” we all agreed then B said “Wooah! The sky just winked at me as if to say…Cheers to you too B!” We all laughed, yet agreed that the sky was so incredible, it really seemed to have character and was putting on a brilliant light show just for us in thanks that we were actually taking the time to look at it. We were 20 metres from the house and B just decided to lie on the freezing frost covered ground and look at the stars. We all agreed it was a good idea and getting a cold would be worth it… We layed there for an hour or so, and the sky again treated us with a brilliant show. Surprisingly none of us got a cold the next day.
We decided to get up and go inside for a while, I changed into something warmer and less damp, changing clothes I realised how amazing fabric is. The dirty clothes crumpled on my bedroom floor looked like art, as if they had been placed there my Michelangelo himself. I returned outside to the others by the fire.
Then we realised we NEEDED to watch the sun come up, but were afraid the trip would be over by then, so without hesitation we all dropped another dot. Bringing myself and J up to 3 for the night and B up to 2. 3 pills would have been 600-750mu we had taken that night, and the plateau point for lsd is 500-700mu at which point you cant get any higher. It apparently takes ridiculous amounts of lsd to actually overdose. So once those kicked in we were as high as we were ever likely to be and the rest of the night was more or less taken up by watching the sun come up and the night turn into day. As we watched the most amazing sunrise of our lives, watching so many colours bleed into each other and change in the most harmonious way I commented… “How can I ever grumble about my alarm going off and having to get up…. When the world is out here every single morning putting on this brilliant show for me” That was a turning point that will change my life forever. But what I then realised was more significant….. the sunrise was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,……. But so was the biscuit….!
Realising that this trip had been a constant barrage of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. No matter what I looked at it was in its own right incredible and beautiful, but also of equal to every other thing in the world, including a biscuit…including a tree, including dirt, including a bicycle…. Including myself. I realised that everything I had seen had been there all along. I hadn’t seen anything new. I’d seen most of it every day. I had just never opened my eyes to really “look” at it.
At about 10am I thought it was about time for the trip to be wearing off. Now the amazing part. I realised it had…. Yet the world still looked as bright and vibrant as ever. I was seeing the world with new eyes for the first time… I was dumbfounded. I looked at J and passed him a biscuit and said “The trip is gone… but the biscuit is still cool!” He looked at me as if to say…. “yes…. This is the greatest day of my life”
B went home and me and J walked around befuddled for the rest of the day, trying to work out what to do with the rest of our lives. We both had a new found energy and enthusiasm for life…. An anticipation…. Not of anything in particular but just of whatever might come next. Wow.
Three days have passed since then and I still have a greater appreciation for the entire world and seem totally content with my place in it. I am a different person.
If a biscuit is as beautiful as a sunrise… and I am in the same world in which these things live… then I am not important. Yet I am incredibly grateful that I exist to see it all. Me being unimportant is not a bad thing, it is the greatest gift. It means I no longer have to try and be somebody….. Because I already am somebody….. and I am in a world in which every second is the greatest moment of my life.
There’s no more questions…. Just life.
I get it.
I only hope more people “get it”
Don’t take lsd to “get wasted”…. Take it to change your life…. And it will.
I’d like to leave you with a few lines from strawberry Fields by the Beatles.
I have no doubt that this song was inspired by a trip similar to mine…
***
Let me take you down, to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real…and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out… It doesn’t matter much to me.
***
This report whilst being mainly about 1 particular trip will refer to a number of trips in trying to explain what it is that I am about to write. A few weeks ago my friend got hold of some brown microdots, what we were later to find out was some of the stongest most pure trips we had ever taken… and are probably ever likely to take. Before the microdots I have had liquid lsd and paper a few times and whilst I had some crazy adventures and bizarre stories to tell from those trips they are insignificant compared to the life changing events caused my these tiny brown dots. Before these I considered acid to be a somewhat dirty drug that made you loose control of your mind… now I know that this could not be farther from the truth.
In the right place with the right people and some good lsd it can be cleansing and for want of a better word… spiritual. The word acid itself is a terrible word to describe the drug. Much of what lsd does to you is based on your subconscious and having in the back of your mind that you have taken something called “acid” is surely not a good start and I dare say responsible for my, and many other peoples dirty and uncontrollable impression of the drug. We decided this and renamed in “zen” I would advise anyone to do the same… or come up with your own name. OK so I sound like a hippy… I thought I would be the last person on earth to be writing this, but I am.
Ok… so I few weeks ago me and my mate J tried this for the first time (I have written another trip report describing this first time) We took just 1 dot each (Which we now estimate to be 200-250mu *Strong!*) and had a trip like no other. I found everything clean and pure… the world looked like it was covered in varnish so everything shone yet had more detail than I had ever seen before in my life. The significance of those visuals I would not understand until 2 weekends later. Several weird occurrences happened that night between the two of us such as reading each others minds briefly and even reading a guy at the shops mind. This lead us to do a bit of research on the drug from a telepathy/esp point of view of which we were shocked to find out was very common. We decided that we needed to do more research in this area (which we havnt even done yet as we got a bit sidetracked as I will explain)
The following week 3 more friends were around and the 5 of us all had a dot each. Myself and my J both thought that this trip was not as good as the last one, the visuals weren’t as intense and there was something magical just “missing.” We couldn’t quite understand why as all my research on lsd indicates that even heavy users lose all tolerance build up within 3 days. While it was a fun party in general it was a big disappointment compared to the last time.
And now I come to this weekend… A weekend that has changed my life forever. And don’t take that with a grain of salt. I genuinely mean my life will never be the same again. Let me explain…
Friday night we decided to take the dots yet again, kind of in hope that we could do some of the telepathy experiments, but another friend, B came around with his new puppy dog and dropped with us so we kind of let go of plans for our experiments. Just after the dot had kicked in I realised that the “magic” was back this time and I knew it would be incredible, I had no doubt. J then suggested we have another one to see what would happen… how could I say no? We gulped a second dot each, but it was B’s first time so he was more than content with one. An hour later I was higher than I have ever been in my life, I felt like I could do anything… I dare say I probably could have. B was making himself a drink and a snack when he ran up to me, shoved an arrowroot biscuit in-front of my face and said… “LOOK AT THIS!” as if it were the most incredible thing he had ever seen. We all laughed uncontrollably at what he had done, himself included shocked at how he could be so fascinated by a mere biscuit. After we calmed down I took a look at the biscuit myself, It was amazing… I could see every pore and molecule in the biscuit and every tiny hole looked like it had been carved by wind like a desert sand dune. The writing on the biscuit seemed to be sucked into the biscuit itself as if it had not been stamped there but as if the biscuit had breathed in and sucked the writing into it so it could communicate with me. J’s curiosity then got the better of him and he got his own biscuit and started looking at it with the same interest as myself and B. He looked at me and said… “Check out the other side of the biscuit”…… I couldn’t believe that until that point I hadn’t even considered looking at the other side…. The front of the biscuit was at that point the most interesting thing I had ever seen and it didn’t even cross my mind that the back might be cool too. I laughed at myself and turned the biscuit over… A myriad of checker plate style designs breathed and swirled, it was amazing. At this point you are reading this thinking…. Ok so some trippers were smashed and looking at biscuits….. but as weird as it sounds it is integral to understanding why this trip changed my life.
After we got over the biscuits we ate some passionfruit…. And if you can picture how complex and interesting the inside of a passionfruit looks you can imagine our intrigue and interest in them compared to the biscuits but I wont ramble for too long about food.
We decided to go outside and look at the stars…. A highly recommended trip activity. We stood looking upwards for 10 minutes (It might have been an hour, I have no idea) The stars were shinning like sparklers and jumping around the sky and every 2nd star looked like a shooting star. We realised we had to spend much more of this night outside as it was incredible. We started a small fire in a drum, one because it was cold and two because we knew it would be cool to look at. We sat around the fire looking at it for a long time which is probably when the trip got more “spiritual”. The fire was like a friend and I looked up at J’s house which admittedly normally looks a bit run down, It looked soft, warm and inviting. I realised the entire world was inviting. Nothing mattered, because the entire world was amazing.
We decided we were hungry and journeyed of to a petrol station about 10 minutes walk away. The trip there was filled with trees towering above us, the night sky sparkling wildly with stars and the ground and grass slowly forming frost. We got to the servo and all bought a drink and some food. I got a sprite and a sausage roll which cost $4.40…. I gave the guy $5…. He could obviously see I was high as a kite and closed the till without giving me my 60 cents change. I was about to say “where’s my change?” when I decided that his own guilt would be a better lesson for him to learn than me getting upset. I will probably see him next time I go there while I am not smashed and I decided when I see him I will say “thanks for the change” to get him thinking. Anyway, that didn’t concern me too much and we went on our way.
On the way back we went through a massive playground, the kind with flying fox’s and the like. We got to a giant spiderweb climbing thing. It looked amazing. Each thick rope was coated in icy frost shinning in the starlit night, casting intricate shadows down upon the tanbark. Although slippery and frozen we had to climb it! With no concern for our safety or getting frostbite we all clambered up to the top. It felt like being on top of the crows nest of a ship, the world seemed to be spinning slowly around us, it was magic. The centre pole of the spiders web was metal and covered in ice. B licked it to see if his tongue would get stuck. It didn’t so we all gave it a go… licking the fresh ice was so pure and clean, I had no concern that I was doing something I would never consider doing otherwise.
After a while up there we climbed and continued the walk back to the house. We all commented on how great the night sky looked with so many beautiful colours. B said “cheers to you sky!” we all agreed then B said “Wooah! The sky just winked at me as if to say…Cheers to you too B!” We all laughed, yet agreed that the sky was so incredible, it really seemed to have character and was putting on a brilliant light show just for us in thanks that we were actually taking the time to look at it. We were 20 metres from the house and B just decided to lie on the freezing frost covered ground and look at the stars. We all agreed it was a good idea and getting a cold would be worth it… We layed there for an hour or so, and the sky again treated us with a brilliant show. Surprisingly none of us got a cold the next day.
We decided to get up and go inside for a while, I changed into something warmer and less damp, changing clothes I realised how amazing fabric is. The dirty clothes crumpled on my bedroom floor looked like art, as if they had been placed there my Michelangelo himself. I returned outside to the others by the fire.
Then we realised we NEEDED to watch the sun come up, but were afraid the trip would be over by then, so without hesitation we all dropped another dot. Bringing myself and J up to 3 for the night and B up to 2. 3 pills would have been 600-750mu we had taken that night, and the plateau point for lsd is 500-700mu at which point you cant get any higher. It apparently takes ridiculous amounts of lsd to actually overdose. So once those kicked in we were as high as we were ever likely to be and the rest of the night was more or less taken up by watching the sun come up and the night turn into day. As we watched the most amazing sunrise of our lives, watching so many colours bleed into each other and change in the most harmonious way I commented… “How can I ever grumble about my alarm going off and having to get up…. When the world is out here every single morning putting on this brilliant show for me” That was a turning point that will change my life forever. But what I then realised was more significant….. the sunrise was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen,……. But so was the biscuit….!
Realising that this trip had been a constant barrage of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. No matter what I looked at it was in its own right incredible and beautiful, but also of equal to every other thing in the world, including a biscuit…including a tree, including dirt, including a bicycle…. Including myself. I realised that everything I had seen had been there all along. I hadn’t seen anything new. I’d seen most of it every day. I had just never opened my eyes to really “look” at it.
At about 10am I thought it was about time for the trip to be wearing off. Now the amazing part. I realised it had…. Yet the world still looked as bright and vibrant as ever. I was seeing the world with new eyes for the first time… I was dumbfounded. I looked at J and passed him a biscuit and said “The trip is gone… but the biscuit is still cool!” He looked at me as if to say…. “yes…. This is the greatest day of my life”
B went home and me and J walked around befuddled for the rest of the day, trying to work out what to do with the rest of our lives. We both had a new found energy and enthusiasm for life…. An anticipation…. Not of anything in particular but just of whatever might come next. Wow.
Three days have passed since then and I still have a greater appreciation for the entire world and seem totally content with my place in it. I am a different person.
If a biscuit is as beautiful as a sunrise… and I am in the same world in which these things live… then I am not important. Yet I am incredibly grateful that I exist to see it all. Me being unimportant is not a bad thing, it is the greatest gift. It means I no longer have to try and be somebody….. Because I already am somebody….. and I am in a world in which every second is the greatest moment of my life.
There’s no more questions…. Just life.
I get it.
I only hope more people “get it”
Don’t take lsd to “get wasted”…. Take it to change your life…. And it will.
I’d like to leave you with a few lines from strawberry Fields by the Beatles.
I have no doubt that this song was inspired by a trip similar to mine…
***
Let me take you down, to strawberry fields.
Nothing is real…and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever.
Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out… It doesn’t matter much to me.
***
Thanks for posting, I really enjoyed reading it.
