MoonlapseVertigo
Bluelighter
Just discovered this, which I wrote after my first trip about six months ago, but never posted. Had one strong tab.
We dropped the trips just before 10pm, after a friend and I met up with two other friends, making four. After a walk where we got fairly lost and ended up in the wrong suburb, we arrived at our main tripping location – the Garage of another friend.
While quite small, and even though this was only my first trip, I think this garage was a prime tripping location. Our friend, who didn’t do acid that night, but did indulge in other chemicals, had set it up for us wonderfully. Dim lights of all different colours and sizes, glow sticks on the roof and candles placed at various points all provided a world of light that was very beneficial to the tripping. Added to this was the fact that the garage was mainly an art studio, so there were paintings everywhere to look at, as well as lots of other cool things to look at and experience.
I was starting to feel something by the time we got back, and after an hour or so of body tingles and a general sense of something, I looked up at the main painting in the room – A work in progress, but still rather colourful and detailed, to find the colours flowing, the details blending, and my perspective on it changing constantly. The painting was alive, a dynamic thing. This is when I knew the acid had really kicked in.
After this I decided to experiment with the visual hallucinations. My friend produced some more of his artwork, extremely colourful and detailed, and I studied it. Losing myself in it, I found the colours flowing, and the whole picture moving. Details changed, and the more three dimensional paintings were a wonder to behold, as it seemed the angle I was looking at it from was always changing, while the painting and my head remained completely still. I found the trick for me was to just look at the whole painting, or a certain part of it, and just unfocus my brain. It I looked to hard at one thing, everything else stopped being alive. However, if I just looked, but not at anything in particular, the effect was definite. Hallucination city.
I didn’t see anything that wasn’t there in my hallucinations, rather things that were there became a hell of a lot more interesting, more wonderful. Studying the brush strokes on a painting or the fibre optic lamp on the table was much, much better than looking around trying to see pink elephants.
Once the acid really hit all of us, three of us started having some very weird and amusing conversations. One of us didn’t take part in the conversations, but he was doing things like rolling an empty coke bottle over his face for minutes at a time, so I thought he was probably having a grand old time inside his own mind. The conversations tended to loop back to where they started, or went somewhere completely random and different, but at the end of each, jokes good and bad abounded, and insane laughter was a common thing. Our friend who wasn’t tripping also took part in these conversations, but this was good, as he was on other things, and has done it all before many times, so he knew what was going on. Almost all of the communication that took place was codshit, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the funniest, most awesome codshit ever.
During the conversations and lapses between them, tactile pleasures were explored. Clay was played with and shaped by hands that truly loved it, and candle wax was melted and moulded into lumps of delight after starting its life as a carved mushroom. Playing with things was very fun, and making things with your own hands was very satisfying. I just delighted in creation. A friend had bought along a set of magnetic balls and sticks that you could stick together, and these were great. At one point I didn’t even know what I was building, my brain just guided my hands as if on autopilot, and I ended up with a diamond shaped toy. Building shapes out of these with a friend was also good fun, as it all just worked, in a hard to explain way.
After a while our communal train of thought actually arrived somewhere, and a conclusion was reached, rather than us just descending into ‘What the fuckness’ or insane laughter. Where it arrived was the ultimate physical creation (Or so we thought) – A mixture of clay and wax. Clax. After my friend planted a wax mushroom into a lump of clay, it was born. The physical manifestation of the ultimate thought followed to its logical conclusion. Clax. It would be mentioned and used many more times throughout the night, it was a sort of triumph. Something we could really be proud of.
One of the best moments was just sitting back for a while, while my friends did their own thing, and just closing my eyes. My hair on my face felt wonderful, and even the light coming through my eyelids looked fractal-like, and was a source of wonder. Relaxing and letting it all wash over me brought the most amazing feeling, one of completeness. All was well, and I was experiencing the world in a beautiful way I’d never even imagined before with great friends. Nothing could be better.
Eating food was also a delight. I had a few sweet things, such as a chocolate covered pastry, a cream filled donut roll and a cinnamon donut. They would be good normally, but on acid they were mind blowing. Eating good food on acid is just pure pleasure and joy.
After four or so hours of tripping in the garage, we decided to leave our friend to get some sleep and venture out into the world. We walked to the nearest town centre, and even this journey was great. Stopping to play on swings, things like that. I had some very amusing and cool conversations with a friend, such as deciding putting two toilets in a room together would produce unlimited energy. I’m not sure how exactly that one came about, but maybe I should patent the idea.
After getting some food and walking around for a bit slowly coming down, we just sat for a while and chilled. Some more weird and wonderful conversations took place as we relaxed, and then we decided to call it a night. After a taxi home I had a few drinks and some benzos, smoked a bit of weed, and sunk blissfully into unconsciousness on my bed with relaxing music playing on the stereo.
All in all, it was an amazing night, every part of it. A great environment with great friends, and all these sensations, feelings and sights, which were so new and wonderful. I feel like I’m part of a club – People who have seen the world on acid, and know that every single part of the universe is a wonderful thing with a myriad of dimensions to explore, play with and admire. For a first experience, I couldn’t have asked for more. I hope to enjoy acid again soon, in as many ways as possible.
We dropped the trips just before 10pm, after a friend and I met up with two other friends, making four. After a walk where we got fairly lost and ended up in the wrong suburb, we arrived at our main tripping location – the Garage of another friend.
While quite small, and even though this was only my first trip, I think this garage was a prime tripping location. Our friend, who didn’t do acid that night, but did indulge in other chemicals, had set it up for us wonderfully. Dim lights of all different colours and sizes, glow sticks on the roof and candles placed at various points all provided a world of light that was very beneficial to the tripping. Added to this was the fact that the garage was mainly an art studio, so there were paintings everywhere to look at, as well as lots of other cool things to look at and experience.
I was starting to feel something by the time we got back, and after an hour or so of body tingles and a general sense of something, I looked up at the main painting in the room – A work in progress, but still rather colourful and detailed, to find the colours flowing, the details blending, and my perspective on it changing constantly. The painting was alive, a dynamic thing. This is when I knew the acid had really kicked in.
After this I decided to experiment with the visual hallucinations. My friend produced some more of his artwork, extremely colourful and detailed, and I studied it. Losing myself in it, I found the colours flowing, and the whole picture moving. Details changed, and the more three dimensional paintings were a wonder to behold, as it seemed the angle I was looking at it from was always changing, while the painting and my head remained completely still. I found the trick for me was to just look at the whole painting, or a certain part of it, and just unfocus my brain. It I looked to hard at one thing, everything else stopped being alive. However, if I just looked, but not at anything in particular, the effect was definite. Hallucination city.
I didn’t see anything that wasn’t there in my hallucinations, rather things that were there became a hell of a lot more interesting, more wonderful. Studying the brush strokes on a painting or the fibre optic lamp on the table was much, much better than looking around trying to see pink elephants.
Once the acid really hit all of us, three of us started having some very weird and amusing conversations. One of us didn’t take part in the conversations, but he was doing things like rolling an empty coke bottle over his face for minutes at a time, so I thought he was probably having a grand old time inside his own mind. The conversations tended to loop back to where they started, or went somewhere completely random and different, but at the end of each, jokes good and bad abounded, and insane laughter was a common thing. Our friend who wasn’t tripping also took part in these conversations, but this was good, as he was on other things, and has done it all before many times, so he knew what was going on. Almost all of the communication that took place was codshit, but I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the funniest, most awesome codshit ever.
During the conversations and lapses between them, tactile pleasures were explored. Clay was played with and shaped by hands that truly loved it, and candle wax was melted and moulded into lumps of delight after starting its life as a carved mushroom. Playing with things was very fun, and making things with your own hands was very satisfying. I just delighted in creation. A friend had bought along a set of magnetic balls and sticks that you could stick together, and these were great. At one point I didn’t even know what I was building, my brain just guided my hands as if on autopilot, and I ended up with a diamond shaped toy. Building shapes out of these with a friend was also good fun, as it all just worked, in a hard to explain way.
After a while our communal train of thought actually arrived somewhere, and a conclusion was reached, rather than us just descending into ‘What the fuckness’ or insane laughter. Where it arrived was the ultimate physical creation (Or so we thought) – A mixture of clay and wax. Clax. After my friend planted a wax mushroom into a lump of clay, it was born. The physical manifestation of the ultimate thought followed to its logical conclusion. Clax. It would be mentioned and used many more times throughout the night, it was a sort of triumph. Something we could really be proud of.
One of the best moments was just sitting back for a while, while my friends did their own thing, and just closing my eyes. My hair on my face felt wonderful, and even the light coming through my eyelids looked fractal-like, and was a source of wonder. Relaxing and letting it all wash over me brought the most amazing feeling, one of completeness. All was well, and I was experiencing the world in a beautiful way I’d never even imagined before with great friends. Nothing could be better.
Eating food was also a delight. I had a few sweet things, such as a chocolate covered pastry, a cream filled donut roll and a cinnamon donut. They would be good normally, but on acid they were mind blowing. Eating good food on acid is just pure pleasure and joy.
After four or so hours of tripping in the garage, we decided to leave our friend to get some sleep and venture out into the world. We walked to the nearest town centre, and even this journey was great. Stopping to play on swings, things like that. I had some very amusing and cool conversations with a friend, such as deciding putting two toilets in a room together would produce unlimited energy. I’m not sure how exactly that one came about, but maybe I should patent the idea.
After getting some food and walking around for a bit slowly coming down, we just sat for a while and chilled. Some more weird and wonderful conversations took place as we relaxed, and then we decided to call it a night. After a taxi home I had a few drinks and some benzos, smoked a bit of weed, and sunk blissfully into unconsciousness on my bed with relaxing music playing on the stereo.
All in all, it was an amazing night, every part of it. A great environment with great friends, and all these sensations, feelings and sights, which were so new and wonderful. I feel like I’m part of a club – People who have seen the world on acid, and know that every single part of the universe is a wonderful thing with a myriad of dimensions to explore, play with and admire. For a first experience, I couldn’t have asked for more. I hope to enjoy acid again soon, in as many ways as possible.
