freespiritmind
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I found this lying around after having not read it in several years. This was most likely written less than a week after the event, but after it was over. It is entirely unedited to account for what was felt then. C M J and I were male, and R was the female companion of J ...who later ended up getting married together. It is long, but it is entirely accurate in feel.
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On the first day (Thursday) of this music festival, C, M, R, J and I ate 3-3.5 hits of LSD each around 4:45 pm. It was a very hot day, and C and I had hiked the tents in due to a fantastically long line of cars at the entrance. We made the hike with two girls who seemed nice, and ended up walking at least 3 miles to the campsite (which was one of the few in the shade).
Sometime near the first effects of the drug....thought patterns taking absurd twists and turns, a spaciousness of senses and headspace...C and I went for a walk. At the end of the camping area was a road with people laying down on the side. We walked down the road a bit, past tents in the woods, and turned back. We sat down next to a group of kids who obviously were a bit farther into their trip, laid down and realized this was was going to go...so we got back up, left "spun ally" and headed for the campsite. The alcohol I had earlier in the day was churning in my stomach and along with the heat made for a sickening feeling.
At the tent, M R and J were leaving home for orbit, and M was having trouble taking it. J and C went for a walk, and the three of us laid/sat around the front/right inside the tent as things got weirder. We knew it was still early in the trip, and yet we still felt strong effects. The group convened and split in the same way several times and my skin began to turn purple. Police patrolled by on ATVS every so often, and two helicopters (at least one was a news copter) few overhead. It felt as if something was happening (was beginning to happen? or already was?) and that it would be revolutionary (for better or worse).
Somewhere around this time the intensity became frightening (how much more??) and the group mind took a turn downward. A drum or two played hurriedly somewhere, as if to calm us, and to an extent it did. We were part of an experiment in living (cutting edge?) out in a field with tye-dye tapestries blowing in the wind, colors/shapes/sounds/patterns/ideas mixing and melding. All part of the primordial (prehistoric? futuristic?) goo.
J and C (C constantly was going between the tent and the car in a loop...trying to leave....wanting to go to a concert that wouldn't start for hours) left the tent and J made a remark either mocking meanly or trying to get a point across that we were being too worried/asking for comfort. R was scared that us, who had tripped harder than her, were scared of the intensity. I said that as this point, right here, right now, she was there with us....
...we were all hurling around in/towards the unknown.
M was hurting with the heat, but it was really the dirt and repressed feelings that were torturing him. Somewhere around this point I was actually bitten by a large wolf spider, but due to the intensity of the experience, questioned whether or not this was a real thing or not.
It was J or C who brought up the "thought train" which, while meant as a joke, seems to be the initiator of the 4-person/infinite telepathic bond that was to come. They simply said "hey come hop on it with us" and somehow this was possible.
R made a remark about mixed emotions and it all made sense. We were all in such a hurry....always fooling ourselves as to what we actually wanted. She stood up and got out of the tent...."it feels great" she said, and asked me to come out too. The combination of increased airflow, cooler air, new views and the sight of so many other people was quite a relief, but I was a bit hesitant and out of my mind.
R and I sat outside of the tent, letting the evening sun wash traces of hell off of our souls, and we realized it wasn't "what was" but "what is." I took a look up towards the woods and the beauty of it all engulfed me. It was a shrine/temple of wonder as leaves stacked and rearranged themselves on top of others and for the first time in the trip total comfort washed over me.
C and J came back and sat down in a circle with us. The group mind suddenly took over, and every of of us, every combination of two and three of us and all of us were one. I was lost, just we, us. This connection was incredibly strong with us four and held well, but was strongest between R and I. Well, we were out of that last issue, but what of M?
In our altered state....do we try to help him? Call his girlfriend (K) who was somewhere in the mass of people? Call an ambulance? Leave him? Most likely due to the drug, M was being totally uncooperative and trying to get sympathy or something. It was right there that I realize that idiocy of whining/moping around. He was holding himself back, holding us back, and for what? We were no more sure of our situation than him, but we were willing to experience it.
The group mind was loving our bond, but what of him in the tent? It must be understood that at this point we dug so deep into each other's minds that M was lost swimming at sea. He thought we were mocking him/whatever, but we were just sick of having to babysit someone when we really needed to watch out for ourselves.
-it should be noted that M wasn't part of the group mind, and as such took our gibberish communication full of allusions and metaphors as insults against him instead of cryptic bits of knowledge wonder and delight. Rarely more than a few words were said by one person, though sometimes full sentences would come by way of us all.
R took a swig of beer and spit it out remarking "Why am I drinking this? Beer is gross" (as an avid drinker normally). I looked towards the sky and saw the most magnificent cloud patterns forming both by themselves and my mind (pastels???).
After more telepathy/craziness/trying to comfort M (who more than anything we just wanted to see smile and assert himself), and a bit of tripping Frisbee, the hive moved out towards the concert field.
The sight of a big group of moving people, fog, light and slamming bass got us very excited, and we met up with K, her brother and A. They were all drunk, and obviously narrowing their egos and perception. This led to some interesting glances between R and I (and J too) along the lines of 'are you kidding me? 8) What a lame way to bide your time.)
J and I stood around (it was now cool and dark) and discussed the dangers of putting too much importance on words, which undoubtedly got us in our position that day...and would again the the future.
We all saw through the comfort methods we all use to cope, and though everything and nothing simultaneously. Music was wonderful when we got to one of the tents, and a cover of a favorite song helped a bunch. So did seeing a tripping kid out of his mind....(thank god we were past that part)
Sometime during this period our group split up by mutual decision and I remember standing, listening to the music, and then jumping forwards and entering a state of pure expression where I existed, my dance existed, and nothing else. For the rest of the evening, I would dance harder and more intensely that the rest of my life. I danced when there was no music or people and when I was surrounded by them. Occasionally both older people and younger ones would touch my shoulder and smile a wise smile towards me. An instant acknowledgment of that feeling...of the moment....People would smile, wink, dance or make comments like "isn't this good clean fun?" towards me. All of it hinting that we were all in on this together. This was my spiritual awakening....or at least another step in that direction...
substancecode_LSD
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On the first day (Thursday) of this music festival, C, M, R, J and I ate 3-3.5 hits of LSD each around 4:45 pm. It was a very hot day, and C and I had hiked the tents in due to a fantastically long line of cars at the entrance. We made the hike with two girls who seemed nice, and ended up walking at least 3 miles to the campsite (which was one of the few in the shade).
Sometime near the first effects of the drug....thought patterns taking absurd twists and turns, a spaciousness of senses and headspace...C and I went for a walk. At the end of the camping area was a road with people laying down on the side. We walked down the road a bit, past tents in the woods, and turned back. We sat down next to a group of kids who obviously were a bit farther into their trip, laid down and realized this was was going to go...so we got back up, left "spun ally" and headed for the campsite. The alcohol I had earlier in the day was churning in my stomach and along with the heat made for a sickening feeling.
At the tent, M R and J were leaving home for orbit, and M was having trouble taking it. J and C went for a walk, and the three of us laid/sat around the front/right inside the tent as things got weirder. We knew it was still early in the trip, and yet we still felt strong effects. The group convened and split in the same way several times and my skin began to turn purple. Police patrolled by on ATVS every so often, and two helicopters (at least one was a news copter) few overhead. It felt as if something was happening (was beginning to happen? or already was?) and that it would be revolutionary (for better or worse).
Somewhere around this time the intensity became frightening (how much more??) and the group mind took a turn downward. A drum or two played hurriedly somewhere, as if to calm us, and to an extent it did. We were part of an experiment in living (cutting edge?) out in a field with tye-dye tapestries blowing in the wind, colors/shapes/sounds/patterns/ideas mixing and melding. All part of the primordial (prehistoric? futuristic?) goo.
J and C (C constantly was going between the tent and the car in a loop...trying to leave....wanting to go to a concert that wouldn't start for hours) left the tent and J made a remark either mocking meanly or trying to get a point across that we were being too worried/asking for comfort. R was scared that us, who had tripped harder than her, were scared of the intensity. I said that as this point, right here, right now, she was there with us....
...we were all hurling around in/towards the unknown.
M was hurting with the heat, but it was really the dirt and repressed feelings that were torturing him. Somewhere around this point I was actually bitten by a large wolf spider, but due to the intensity of the experience, questioned whether or not this was a real thing or not.
It was J or C who brought up the "thought train" which, while meant as a joke, seems to be the initiator of the 4-person/infinite telepathic bond that was to come. They simply said "hey come hop on it with us" and somehow this was possible.
R made a remark about mixed emotions and it all made sense. We were all in such a hurry....always fooling ourselves as to what we actually wanted. She stood up and got out of the tent...."it feels great" she said, and asked me to come out too. The combination of increased airflow, cooler air, new views and the sight of so many other people was quite a relief, but I was a bit hesitant and out of my mind.
R and I sat outside of the tent, letting the evening sun wash traces of hell off of our souls, and we realized it wasn't "what was" but "what is." I took a look up towards the woods and the beauty of it all engulfed me. It was a shrine/temple of wonder as leaves stacked and rearranged themselves on top of others and for the first time in the trip total comfort washed over me.
C and J came back and sat down in a circle with us. The group mind suddenly took over, and every of of us, every combination of two and three of us and all of us were one. I was lost, just we, us. This connection was incredibly strong with us four and held well, but was strongest between R and I. Well, we were out of that last issue, but what of M?
In our altered state....do we try to help him? Call his girlfriend (K) who was somewhere in the mass of people? Call an ambulance? Leave him? Most likely due to the drug, M was being totally uncooperative and trying to get sympathy or something. It was right there that I realize that idiocy of whining/moping around. He was holding himself back, holding us back, and for what? We were no more sure of our situation than him, but we were willing to experience it.
The group mind was loving our bond, but what of him in the tent? It must be understood that at this point we dug so deep into each other's minds that M was lost swimming at sea. He thought we were mocking him/whatever, but we were just sick of having to babysit someone when we really needed to watch out for ourselves.
-it should be noted that M wasn't part of the group mind, and as such took our gibberish communication full of allusions and metaphors as insults against him instead of cryptic bits of knowledge wonder and delight. Rarely more than a few words were said by one person, though sometimes full sentences would come by way of us all.
R took a swig of beer and spit it out remarking "Why am I drinking this? Beer is gross" (as an avid drinker normally). I looked towards the sky and saw the most magnificent cloud patterns forming both by themselves and my mind (pastels???).
After more telepathy/craziness/trying to comfort M (who more than anything we just wanted to see smile and assert himself), and a bit of tripping Frisbee, the hive moved out towards the concert field.
The sight of a big group of moving people, fog, light and slamming bass got us very excited, and we met up with K, her brother and A. They were all drunk, and obviously narrowing their egos and perception. This led to some interesting glances between R and I (and J too) along the lines of 'are you kidding me? 8) What a lame way to bide your time.)
J and I stood around (it was now cool and dark) and discussed the dangers of putting too much importance on words, which undoubtedly got us in our position that day...and would again the the future.
We all saw through the comfort methods we all use to cope, and though everything and nothing simultaneously. Music was wonderful when we got to one of the tents, and a cover of a favorite song helped a bunch. So did seeing a tripping kid out of his mind....(thank god we were past that part)
Sometime during this period our group split up by mutual decision and I remember standing, listening to the music, and then jumping forwards and entering a state of pure expression where I existed, my dance existed, and nothing else. For the rest of the evening, I would dance harder and more intensely that the rest of my life. I danced when there was no music or people and when I was surrounded by them. Occasionally both older people and younger ones would touch my shoulder and smile a wise smile towards me. An instant acknowledgment of that feeling...of the moment....People would smile, wink, dance or make comments like "isn't this good clean fun?" towards me. All of it hinting that we were all in on this together. This was my spiritual awakening....or at least another step in that direction...
substancecode_LSD
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