apollo*
Bluelighter
acid - first time...
what a fucking blast... i'm still rather sketchy from this whole experience (i've hardly slept) and i don't know where to start... i suppose i'll give some background information.
my drug history...
mdma, speed, alcohol, coke, weed, amyl, dxm, nitrous... and various combinations of the above... dxm was the most intense psychological experience i'd ever had, and nitrous + weed worked me into an oddly potent state as well... i wanted a psychological drug. i was scared of lsd, having heard endlessly of people flipping out on it, never coming out of trips, etc. erowid, thank you for disposing of so much crap i had previously believed about lsd... many people seem to be scared of it... read on.
last night i decided i'd join chuppachup, psychokitten, mirage, bonkers, fruittingle and freddo for a night which "had to end with us at sublime by seven, don't matter how we got there"... i knew people were going to trip, but i wasn't sure if i'd do it myself... the busy and dangerous city environment? first trip? didn't sound like a good idea and i'd been advised against it.
at 9.15pm i sucked down my first hit... still sitting in the same place, by 10 the others were pissing themselves laughing, going in to their trips... by 10.10 or so i hadn't felt a thing, and so i decided i'd have another hit. bonkers, having felt nothing either, did the same. we moved along the belt of grass between the botannical gardens and macquarie street to an artwork on a slight hill at the very end... sandstone chunks on the ground in a scattered formation, each one was a pieces of an old fallen building. girders, etc. looked like what ancient rome probably does today. sitting there i began to feel strangely intoxiacted...
fruittingle whipped me into it with her trippy behaviour, and before i knew it the grass looked as if every single blade was vibrating and pivoting at the root at the same time... the individual blades had little purple tinges around the edges of them too... utterly astounded by this, i stood up and watched as they continued their vibrating & pivoting across the whole field... blink after blink, it didn't cease. mirage, wearing his orange vest begun to look like the devil... a translucent devil would appear over his body, taking the same shape but obviously not actually there... then it'd go away. i felt very trippy, it's difficult to describe, but my mind was definately altered. we begun the trek towards hyde park. walking under an overpass with a plain grey wall, i noticed what looked like a glass pannel (it wasn't) over a vibrating mass of confusing holograms... i put my hand on it and felt rushes up my arm... i thought i saw colours at my finger tips where i was making contacts with them.
completely dumbfounded by this astonishingly creative and dreamy state of mind i had slipped into i talked a little. my thoughts raced, they pumped through my mind, developing and evolving as the words came out to the point where when i uttered a few words to myself they'd changed with my thoughts... hence "cantbelievintensohmcoloursarmythoughts" and such... i suppose that example doesn't do justice to the complexity, depth and rapid changing nature of the thoughts passing through my mind at that point.
watching the grass wobble, tree branches growing and shrinking, their colours morphing as they grew and shrunk, i crossed the road. (eek! this was to become a large problem later on). the next big thing i noticed was a series of street lamps (lighting up the path we were on) were not quite the way they usually are... their poles were bending and moving in a circular fashion. the large perspex sphere on top changed in that it looked like a stress ball getting squeezed... the circle of light they each provided moved around on the ground accordingly.
i wont take you all through the hallucinations i had... but it got extremely intense, colourful and dream- like.. hyde park will never look the same again. for roughly 6 or 7 hours i did not have one, single open eyed moment where something was not modified or changing in some way.
at about 4.30am i began to feel a little scared, the acid was wearing off and it was an unnerving feeling. i popped a green ?. back came the acid... sitting outside sublime on darling harbour... the novotel was waving... pulsating with my heartbeat, the sun casting a golden glow across the windows, which, with every heart beat and shimmer of the building looked like they were spitting out little gold sparks... it was wonderful, intense and overpowering... i plan on candyflipping again.
we had some problems with poor old bonkers, who ate two tabs for his first time (same as me)... he freaked, it seems like he got extremely paranoid by the effects... we all suspected he was having an extremely visual experience... it was difficult to get him to move from place to place, especially when we had traffic lights to deal with. thankfully he pulled through, well done buddy... good to see you handled what must have been one hell of an experience.
thankyou endlessly to the girls... chuppachup, fruittingle and psychokitten... mirage, bonkers and i would have been in serious shit without you guys there.
overall it was a totally, completely and utterly beautiful experience. drugs or not, i'm proud to say that my mind can be that creative, and also that i didn't flip out with the intensity of it all.
i urge those interested in tripping to try it, but make sure you have relatively sober people you can trust around you, and go for an environment where you can be heavily stimulated - totally rushing your mind with thoughts... but also have the time and place to sit down and enjoy the subtle effects of the drug.
i will definately trip again. i will definately candyflip again. the experience has left me glowing with joy. thank you to all the tripping bluelighters, the sublimers who we saw, and everyone else who contributed in some way...
i plan on writing a fair bit about that trip, i just have too... maybe just for myself... i don't know.
for now however, my soft, comfortable bed is calling me to kick the scatteredness from my skull and stop this shit talking... i hope you all understand the emotion i'm trying to convey...
all in all, acid is a truly rewarding experience... don't be afraid of it.
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wisest is he who knows that he does not know...
what a fucking blast... i'm still rather sketchy from this whole experience (i've hardly slept) and i don't know where to start... i suppose i'll give some background information.
my drug history...
mdma, speed, alcohol, coke, weed, amyl, dxm, nitrous... and various combinations of the above... dxm was the most intense psychological experience i'd ever had, and nitrous + weed worked me into an oddly potent state as well... i wanted a psychological drug. i was scared of lsd, having heard endlessly of people flipping out on it, never coming out of trips, etc. erowid, thank you for disposing of so much crap i had previously believed about lsd... many people seem to be scared of it... read on.
last night i decided i'd join chuppachup, psychokitten, mirage, bonkers, fruittingle and freddo for a night which "had to end with us at sublime by seven, don't matter how we got there"... i knew people were going to trip, but i wasn't sure if i'd do it myself... the busy and dangerous city environment? first trip? didn't sound like a good idea and i'd been advised against it.
at 9.15pm i sucked down my first hit... still sitting in the same place, by 10 the others were pissing themselves laughing, going in to their trips... by 10.10 or so i hadn't felt a thing, and so i decided i'd have another hit. bonkers, having felt nothing either, did the same. we moved along the belt of grass between the botannical gardens and macquarie street to an artwork on a slight hill at the very end... sandstone chunks on the ground in a scattered formation, each one was a pieces of an old fallen building. girders, etc. looked like what ancient rome probably does today. sitting there i began to feel strangely intoxiacted...
fruittingle whipped me into it with her trippy behaviour, and before i knew it the grass looked as if every single blade was vibrating and pivoting at the root at the same time... the individual blades had little purple tinges around the edges of them too... utterly astounded by this, i stood up and watched as they continued their vibrating & pivoting across the whole field... blink after blink, it didn't cease. mirage, wearing his orange vest begun to look like the devil... a translucent devil would appear over his body, taking the same shape but obviously not actually there... then it'd go away. i felt very trippy, it's difficult to describe, but my mind was definately altered. we begun the trek towards hyde park. walking under an overpass with a plain grey wall, i noticed what looked like a glass pannel (it wasn't) over a vibrating mass of confusing holograms... i put my hand on it and felt rushes up my arm... i thought i saw colours at my finger tips where i was making contacts with them.
completely dumbfounded by this astonishingly creative and dreamy state of mind i had slipped into i talked a little. my thoughts raced, they pumped through my mind, developing and evolving as the words came out to the point where when i uttered a few words to myself they'd changed with my thoughts... hence "cantbelievintensohmcoloursarmythoughts" and such... i suppose that example doesn't do justice to the complexity, depth and rapid changing nature of the thoughts passing through my mind at that point.
watching the grass wobble, tree branches growing and shrinking, their colours morphing as they grew and shrunk, i crossed the road. (eek! this was to become a large problem later on). the next big thing i noticed was a series of street lamps (lighting up the path we were on) were not quite the way they usually are... their poles were bending and moving in a circular fashion. the large perspex sphere on top changed in that it looked like a stress ball getting squeezed... the circle of light they each provided moved around on the ground accordingly.
i wont take you all through the hallucinations i had... but it got extremely intense, colourful and dream- like.. hyde park will never look the same again. for roughly 6 or 7 hours i did not have one, single open eyed moment where something was not modified or changing in some way.
at about 4.30am i began to feel a little scared, the acid was wearing off and it was an unnerving feeling. i popped a green ?. back came the acid... sitting outside sublime on darling harbour... the novotel was waving... pulsating with my heartbeat, the sun casting a golden glow across the windows, which, with every heart beat and shimmer of the building looked like they were spitting out little gold sparks... it was wonderful, intense and overpowering... i plan on candyflipping again.
we had some problems with poor old bonkers, who ate two tabs for his first time (same as me)... he freaked, it seems like he got extremely paranoid by the effects... we all suspected he was having an extremely visual experience... it was difficult to get him to move from place to place, especially when we had traffic lights to deal with. thankfully he pulled through, well done buddy... good to see you handled what must have been one hell of an experience.
thankyou endlessly to the girls... chuppachup, fruittingle and psychokitten... mirage, bonkers and i would have been in serious shit without you guys there.
overall it was a totally, completely and utterly beautiful experience. drugs or not, i'm proud to say that my mind can be that creative, and also that i didn't flip out with the intensity of it all.
i urge those interested in tripping to try it, but make sure you have relatively sober people you can trust around you, and go for an environment where you can be heavily stimulated - totally rushing your mind with thoughts... but also have the time and place to sit down and enjoy the subtle effects of the drug.
i will definately trip again. i will definately candyflip again. the experience has left me glowing with joy. thank you to all the tripping bluelighters, the sublimers who we saw, and everyone else who contributed in some way...
i plan on writing a fair bit about that trip, i just have too... maybe just for myself... i don't know.
for now however, my soft, comfortable bed is calling me to kick the scatteredness from my skull and stop this shit talking... i hope you all understand the emotion i'm trying to convey...
all in all, acid is a truly rewarding experience... don't be afraid of it.
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wisest is he who knows that he does not know...
