dr seuss
Bluelight Crew
LSDiscovery....
Sydney, Australia, 1998. I chose to post this as my most enlightening acid experience. A close friend - we'll call him 'k' - was involved. the acid we dropped was top notch, called 'sydney 2000's, with an olympic logo on a white tab.... i took two. the evening began at 6pm....
k and i left dinner at my place and headed outwards. i already felt the special tingly top-of-rollercoaster anticipation - setting out to go tripping is like nothing else. we dropped behind a local church, and as i felt that deliciously sharp taste spread over my tongue, i knew, just knew this was going to be a good one. i had plenty of experience with acid - smoked, dropped and usually combined with some fine cannabis l. sativa buds or sometimes snow. my friend was less experienced, but i was there to give him trip guidance and love
by the time we walked down to the train station, i was coming up. at around 6:40 i could definitely feel that surging, pulsing, eerie awakening that acid brings. i sat on the platform, and looked at my friend. without saying anything, we understood. a train or six went by before we moved. i am placing emphasis on our time at the station because our trip lasted precisely 11 hours - and this was a formative beginning.
stepping onto the train, the trip fully began. i relished the slight distortions, lapped up the swirly laughter that wrapped itself around my brain, tickling my consciousness, making me numb and distant yet more aware than ever. i could see it all - feel it all, know it all, be there for everyone. i'm not sure how long i was on the train, but when i emerged, it was dark - i suspect about and hour and a half. amongst the trash and gutter life i floated, unaware of what was real, immune from the consequences yet full of that amazing, world enveloping insight. to anyone who has never taken good acid, i apologise - you can never fully grasp the sense of understanding involved. acid to me is not so much visuals or music but rather the supreme conceptual awakening - i maintain that once you have taken acid, you never view the world the same way. anyone else out there feel this???
we then proceeded to make a foolish and dangerous decision - to advance to the nearest imax posthaste and view a motion picture of some sort. this took us three hours of mindless but purposeful wandering, of discussion and frantic planning. an imax cinema is a movie theatre with a screen around 120 feet high - an amazing experience straight
even more foolishly, we coughed up for some 3D headsets - like they were needed - and tickets to some dinosaur based picture. as i sat with six of my closest friends, who were at the moment the very pillars of my existence, we watched gigantic dinosaurs leaping out of the screen towards us, yet there was no fear. we sat for a full fifteen minutes after it had finished before anyone could speak, then a friend turned to me and said (with reference to giant 3D visuals + acid) 'when people can do this, why do we even exist at all?'. this quote has come to sum up the experience for me - with this combination, human existence seemed a futile waste - imagination and acid lifted us up and above any reason for being.
my friends and i became disjointed somehow, but i returned once more to the train station. this time, after being so full and vibrant and colorful and busy and alive in the afternoon sunshine, it seemed dead. the station was dark, abandoned. pools of yellow light seemed fearful of revealing what was hidden. one flickered folornly, intermittently, like some psychosis of its own. a sign swung in the wind - a creak, a rustle, a whisper. a single bottle rolled back and forth in the wind, the only obvious movement. as the two of us sat, silent but communicating, it seemed empty yet beautiful, like a scene from a raymond chandler novel. i lay on the train tracks, feeling their cool embrace, revelling in the stretch required. i felt the humming, listened to the tunes they sang to me, and i was complete.
i'm not sure at what stage my friend realised that the humming i was describing to him was in fact an approaching freight train, but i took some convincing. i got back up onto the platform with plenty of time to spare though. or so it seemed. this rude, noisy, smoky invasion seemed like a sign to move on, so we walked through the upright-turnstile gates. as we saw my suburb splashed out around us in the artificial light, it all became clear... the circle was complete. ten hours ago we had stood in the same place, and now we had returned, and the circle was complete. circles became our new fascination, as we hurried along an enchanted path of learning....
...which led us to a church. my friend, being gothic, ranted at god for a while; and a moment later, out of nowhere, came three long black limosines. the just pulled up outside the church, and sat there, lights off, engine running. we became convinced that this was a sign from god, and we believed.
the rest needs no telling; i would rather remember the special journey than the tired trek home, or the gritty comedown.... but i knew the world would never be the same for me, for us, for anyone...
thanks
Sydney, Australia, 1998. I chose to post this as my most enlightening acid experience. A close friend - we'll call him 'k' - was involved. the acid we dropped was top notch, called 'sydney 2000's, with an olympic logo on a white tab.... i took two. the evening began at 6pm....
k and i left dinner at my place and headed outwards. i already felt the special tingly top-of-rollercoaster anticipation - setting out to go tripping is like nothing else. we dropped behind a local church, and as i felt that deliciously sharp taste spread over my tongue, i knew, just knew this was going to be a good one. i had plenty of experience with acid - smoked, dropped and usually combined with some fine cannabis l. sativa buds or sometimes snow. my friend was less experienced, but i was there to give him trip guidance and love
by the time we walked down to the train station, i was coming up. at around 6:40 i could definitely feel that surging, pulsing, eerie awakening that acid brings. i sat on the platform, and looked at my friend. without saying anything, we understood. a train or six went by before we moved. i am placing emphasis on our time at the station because our trip lasted precisely 11 hours - and this was a formative beginning.
stepping onto the train, the trip fully began. i relished the slight distortions, lapped up the swirly laughter that wrapped itself around my brain, tickling my consciousness, making me numb and distant yet more aware than ever. i could see it all - feel it all, know it all, be there for everyone. i'm not sure how long i was on the train, but when i emerged, it was dark - i suspect about and hour and a half. amongst the trash and gutter life i floated, unaware of what was real, immune from the consequences yet full of that amazing, world enveloping insight. to anyone who has never taken good acid, i apologise - you can never fully grasp the sense of understanding involved. acid to me is not so much visuals or music but rather the supreme conceptual awakening - i maintain that once you have taken acid, you never view the world the same way. anyone else out there feel this???
we then proceeded to make a foolish and dangerous decision - to advance to the nearest imax posthaste and view a motion picture of some sort. this took us three hours of mindless but purposeful wandering, of discussion and frantic planning. an imax cinema is a movie theatre with a screen around 120 feet high - an amazing experience straight
even more foolishly, we coughed up for some 3D headsets - like they were needed - and tickets to some dinosaur based picture. as i sat with six of my closest friends, who were at the moment the very pillars of my existence, we watched gigantic dinosaurs leaping out of the screen towards us, yet there was no fear. we sat for a full fifteen minutes after it had finished before anyone could speak, then a friend turned to me and said (with reference to giant 3D visuals + acid) 'when people can do this, why do we even exist at all?'. this quote has come to sum up the experience for me - with this combination, human existence seemed a futile waste - imagination and acid lifted us up and above any reason for being.
my friends and i became disjointed somehow, but i returned once more to the train station. this time, after being so full and vibrant and colorful and busy and alive in the afternoon sunshine, it seemed dead. the station was dark, abandoned. pools of yellow light seemed fearful of revealing what was hidden. one flickered folornly, intermittently, like some psychosis of its own. a sign swung in the wind - a creak, a rustle, a whisper. a single bottle rolled back and forth in the wind, the only obvious movement. as the two of us sat, silent but communicating, it seemed empty yet beautiful, like a scene from a raymond chandler novel. i lay on the train tracks, feeling their cool embrace, revelling in the stretch required. i felt the humming, listened to the tunes they sang to me, and i was complete.
i'm not sure at what stage my friend realised that the humming i was describing to him was in fact an approaching freight train, but i took some convincing. i got back up onto the platform with plenty of time to spare though. or so it seemed. this rude, noisy, smoky invasion seemed like a sign to move on, so we walked through the upright-turnstile gates. as we saw my suburb splashed out around us in the artificial light, it all became clear... the circle was complete. ten hours ago we had stood in the same place, and now we had returned, and the circle was complete. circles became our new fascination, as we hurried along an enchanted path of learning....
...which led us to a church. my friend, being gothic, ranted at god for a while; and a moment later, out of nowhere, came three long black limosines. the just pulled up outside the church, and sat there, lights off, engine running. we became convinced that this was a sign from god, and we believed.
the rest needs no telling; i would rather remember the special journey than the tired trek home, or the gritty comedown.... but i knew the world would never be the same for me, for us, for anyone...
thanks
