Psilo707
Bluelight Crew
Note: I posted this as a review for those who were there but I was debating on whether or not to post it here because it's more of an overall "event" review than an actual detailed "drug" review. But I figured I would anyway since I'm going to expound upon the DMT (specifically) in a consecutive report.
May 30, 2008, Calabasas Acid Mansion Party
Every so often a congregation of different, yet like-minded people meets up in a random spot at random place to produce something extraordinary happening in the world at their exact location in space and time. For many people who attend such events, the details leading up to their knowledge and acceptance into the event are so random that it seems as though fate and lucky chance were the only deciding factor in how they ended up partaking in such an opportunity of a lifetime.
I was invited by the owner of the house, Antranik, to attend his house party weeks before it happened. I had no idea at the time if I was going to be able to make it. Fast forward a couple weeks, I find myself just getting off a plane from S.F. back to San Diego, and immediately passing out in my bed the rest of the ‘day’ on accident. I sleep through my alarm and wake up at Midnight exactly, which immediately puts me in rush mode. The party at Antranik’s and Break’s is two hours away. I don’t know them too personally yet, or most people going there (though I knew a few), so I was debating about going for the next few minutes while getting dressed and packed.
But something told me it would be worth it. Something told me it would be different than I thought and that I would regret not making it, even though I had no clue what I was in store for.
Fast forward again 2 hours – I have passed north of L.A. into the hills of Calabasas and find myself blocked by a gated community in front of me. Having forgotten to write down the house owners real name, I park my car in the public street and jump the 14 foot fence with a case of beer in my arm. The landing sucked. I’m dressed in a camo jacket and black shorts with black shoes, looking a little bit too ‘urban’ for this environment in which I have just walked into and realized what kind of wealth was now surrounding me. Luckily, no one was on the streets to see my somewhat sketchy appearing body moving through the shadows of the night with an 18-pack of Tecate in my arms.
I must have walked about 1.5 miles, using the shadows to my advantage in this money-driven land of palace-houses bordering the sidelines of my vision, feeling slightly out of place but moving quick enough to understand direction and ability to move unnoticed. I finally reach the destination street and see the house I am supposed to enter. Upon first look, I didn’t believe I really had written down the right place on my piece of paper. This was essentially a mansion to me. Luckily, upon the door was a note that read some very “party-ish” things and told everyone to be respectful and close the door behind them and all of that. I knew it was the spot.
I entered and was immediately surrounded by a sensory and cultural overload. Sensory wise, there were lights and music coming from the back room – visuals displayed on a large LCD screen positioned towards the middle of the room. Cultural wise, I had entered a house of vast wealth, where every single nook and cranny of the place was in order and it was obvious I had previously failed to recognize the high-class environment that would be surrounding me for the rest of my time there.
About 25 people were already there and obviously inebriated. There was very little alcohol, which was good. I put my 18 pack near all the shoes, drank one, and left the rest for now. Meeting up with those I knew, they introduced me to a few of the cool people as well as the owners of the house. These two would be major influences on me for the rest of… well, my life.
Although I had not truly planned to do any psychedelics that night, I learned that one person was very legitimate and cautious about who he was dosing, and had with him a vial of some of the strongest liquid Acid chemically possible. I decided to take a hit. I also bought a hit for another guy who’s first time it was and who I deemed worthy enough to take another since it was his first time and I wanted it to be a legendary night for him. So $20 down and 2 drops from the vial into our mouths. This is when the party started for me.
Fast forward thirty minutes – I am controlling the computer now which runs the visuals. I turn it from some techno-dub step stuff that most people aren’t feeling, to Shpongle (CD 2), and I also download Milkdrop2.0 for Winamp and turn them on to show the people at the party what REAL visuals are. Immediately a group of people swarms the television and their jaws drop at what kind of intensity is now being displayed. Milkdrop2 does not fuck around.
The LSD is kicking in and I’m feeling like it’s coming on extremely strong for having just been a single hit. Very impressive so far. We got the Shpongle and Hallucinogen blasting the beats to the party and I explore the house. It’s a big house with many rooms, and traveling around downstairs already shows me about a dozen people all in their own little groups doing what they’re doing. People are tripping people hard. All having a good time.
At least they are at this point, earlier in the night I had heard a couple negative trips might have been going on at first.
Sidenote: I was told that 20 minutes before I came, the cops came to the door and wanted to shut it down. They saw the lights and the fucked up people in the background. Get this. The younger brother who lives at the house, Break, who is only 17 (but looks 27, minimum), is peaking on 3 hits of strong Acid (120 micrograms each drop), and is the one who is going to speak to the police. He talks to them for 10-15 minutes and successfully handles the situation so well that the cops straight up get up and leave the house, not bothering anyone and not coming back later in the night. For this feat, I award Break the most calm and handled person I’ve ever met in my life without a doubt. He pimped the situation. He has life under control and at 17 is already a person of such power that you can feel it emanating through his personality and actions. His older brother Antranik is the same way, but speaks more actively and is more animated, therefore not quite as suitable to talk calmly to the law as his brother is (but while still being just as much of a badass that contains some major brains).
During the next few hours, madness ensues. Positive madness. The visuals are going crazy on the screen, myself and another psy-knowledgeable friend have the beats going in the back room, and in the front room people are laying all over high-quality futons and beanbag chairs, all having a blast. The people who were having too intense (a couple [initially] negative) trips are all calmed down and socializing now. Outside, the dog, Medax, is playing with the tripping people chasing it around trying to catch it... and failing. There are two people painting some really awesome hand paintings on the side of the yard and I hope I can get some images of them up soon, they are true works of art and I would have absolutely loved to keep one and frame one in my house. Major detail and psychedelia-bliss within their borders.
While peaking on ‘cid, I happen to run into the kitchen and see a large pot in the kitchen filled with brown sludge. Upon further inspection, I see that this is Mimosa hostilis root powder/naphtha simmering in a large pot. And there is a lot of it. Next to it is a portion of the finished product, chilling in a vat – DMT. I can’t believe my eyes. These guys are so knowledgeable and down with what they’re doing that they have n,n-DMT cooking and waiting to be scraped for use later. At this point I know it’s a party of truly epic proportions.
I walk outside and join the crew watching the sunrise. It’s warm out even for 5:00 AM, and there is a nice bonfire going in the pit (which would soon change into a disastrous log filled with kerosene and chemicals), but for now it was suitable. My visuals are going nuts at this point (+3 hours after dropping) and I do a bit of Ketamine out of the small amount I had brought with me.
Pulling out a chair and placing it around the fire, I now sit and analyze what’s going on around me. The ketamine ‘sink’ kicks in and I am at peace with my situation and those around me. These are people from all different walks of life and they are all good in their own way. A few of the less cool people from earlier in the night have left and now it’s only the true fans of what’s happening at this point in time.
As the sun rises over the horizon. I look around at the environment. We are on a slight hill, within a multi-million dollar house in a gated community. Neohippies taking over a conservative and wealthy neighborhood, yet not causing any destruction to those around us. I lie back in my chair and feel that this is a rare opportunity of a situation as a whole.
All of a sudden, a friend busts out of the house with a huge bowl. “FREE ICE CREAM!” he shouts. I get up and run inside to discover a plethora of flavors. Hidden in the back, there is a vat that has no name. I taste it. It’s “Rose” flavored ice cream. I’ve never even known such a thing to exist, and still can’t believe how good it was. It tasted like I was eating flowers in a sugary ice-creamy format, and somehow it worked perfectly.
During the next few hours, a few more people started leaving. The numbers started dwindling but most of us were still chilling in the sun, listening to some really good Armenian trippy lounge beats coming from the house. Jokes were made when loud sounds happened in the neighborhood, such as ”Here come the cops!! …. You guys are a little late.” and many laughs were present as the owner of the house was perched up on top of the rocks above his waterfall where he sat in a chair only meant for kings. He was the man right then.
The owners of the house went out to the store and brought back a LOT of meat to cook on the grill. At this point everyone was hungry and we ate that shit up so fast in between some bread. I kept asking “How are these guys so cool? Why was I given the chance to be this lucky in a place of such wealth and such of a rarity of a situation within?” After the food was downed, most people had left for other ventures. There were about 7 of us who remained.
A little bit of cleaning happened, a little bit of introspective thought on the comedown of the Acid. And a little bit of preparation for what I hoped was coming soon. The DMT.
With 5 of us left, we hung out for multiple hours just basking in the perfect So-Cal weather and reflecting upon the night. The time then came. I asked the owner of the house if I could be the first one to try out the n,n-DMT that had been extracted and was ready to go. He had no problems whatsoever with my request and agreed quickly, even sounding excited that I was to “try it out”.
Loading up about 30 mg of DMT into a pipe, I exited the room and got onto the hammock that was perfectly positioned to see everything in my view. With trees above and around me, the sun blocked from my face but warming my body, and the exquisite house to the right of me making me feel comfortable and rightful in what I was doing, I placed the pipe to my lips and inhaled it all.
Absolute bliss enveloped. Buzzing sounds hit me instantly and I flew into cosmic hyperspace. Keeping my eyes open for the initial impact, I saw the tree start shifting and transforming in front of my face, awesome colors reveling and bouncing back and forth in my vision. I closed my eyes and it became more intense, the colors of hyperspace waltzing in rapid speed forwards and backwards; spirals of illuminated fractals all combining and expanding at once. I realized then that this was probably the most content, beautiful feeling I have ever felt in my life from a chemical substance.
I was on DMT in a hammock in a mansion in the hills of Calabasas, looking out at the world ahead of me, feeling an immense buzz of natural beauty chaotically whirling through my body telling me that everything was perfect at this moment in time.
I basked in the warmth for 20 minutes before returning into the house and telling my good friend ‘rogue’ that she has to try it, because it is the best, and there is no comparison. 5-MeO-DMT may be stronger and more revelating, but n,n-DMT is more fun and feels better, imo. This is the only time in my life I have pressured anyone to do a drug. I told her over and over that she would thank me afterwards if she did the drug. I made her do it. She did.
And she loved it. And met the elves. And it changed her perspective on certain aspects of life as well, I believe.
Then they just had to bring out the Salvia. 60x extract. I don’t normally like Salvia but considering the circumstances, I thought I might as well end this epic party with a weird bang. And without getting into details of the Salvia trip, it was a weird bang. I don’t like Salvia but I don’t dislike it. It made me feel split down the middle and I felt like I couldn’t talk very well. There were linear dimensions that were unable to be crossed in front of me, and I sat very still as I felt the weird pull on my body. The trip was nothing compared to DMT. Salvia is strong as hell, but it doesn’t have direction.
I smoked some more DMT to bring the body bliss back. It is now my favorite drug (again?).
Within the next hour, we left for a bonfire down south.
On the ride, I knew that what I had just experienced was the most exclusive party I had ever been to. I felt absolutely honored to have been invited to a place of such wealth, caution, and direction. The owners of the house knew everything going on and who and who they shouldn’t dose with their strong LSD. Everything was perfect. This is more of a party-report than a trip-report, but I felt like posting it because of the circumstances. I have done all the substances I did that night multiple times and I will now write more detail about the DMT section, but other than that I wanted to write about the party as a whole because it was epic. Absolutely epic.
-- Major DMT report coming soon --
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May 30, 2008, Calabasas Acid Mansion Party
Every so often a congregation of different, yet like-minded people meets up in a random spot at random place to produce something extraordinary happening in the world at their exact location in space and time. For many people who attend such events, the details leading up to their knowledge and acceptance into the event are so random that it seems as though fate and lucky chance were the only deciding factor in how they ended up partaking in such an opportunity of a lifetime.
I was invited by the owner of the house, Antranik, to attend his house party weeks before it happened. I had no idea at the time if I was going to be able to make it. Fast forward a couple weeks, I find myself just getting off a plane from S.F. back to San Diego, and immediately passing out in my bed the rest of the ‘day’ on accident. I sleep through my alarm and wake up at Midnight exactly, which immediately puts me in rush mode. The party at Antranik’s and Break’s is two hours away. I don’t know them too personally yet, or most people going there (though I knew a few), so I was debating about going for the next few minutes while getting dressed and packed.
But something told me it would be worth it. Something told me it would be different than I thought and that I would regret not making it, even though I had no clue what I was in store for.
Fast forward again 2 hours – I have passed north of L.A. into the hills of Calabasas and find myself blocked by a gated community in front of me. Having forgotten to write down the house owners real name, I park my car in the public street and jump the 14 foot fence with a case of beer in my arm. The landing sucked. I’m dressed in a camo jacket and black shorts with black shoes, looking a little bit too ‘urban’ for this environment in which I have just walked into and realized what kind of wealth was now surrounding me. Luckily, no one was on the streets to see my somewhat sketchy appearing body moving through the shadows of the night with an 18-pack of Tecate in my arms.
I must have walked about 1.5 miles, using the shadows to my advantage in this money-driven land of palace-houses bordering the sidelines of my vision, feeling slightly out of place but moving quick enough to understand direction and ability to move unnoticed. I finally reach the destination street and see the house I am supposed to enter. Upon first look, I didn’t believe I really had written down the right place on my piece of paper. This was essentially a mansion to me. Luckily, upon the door was a note that read some very “party-ish” things and told everyone to be respectful and close the door behind them and all of that. I knew it was the spot.
I entered and was immediately surrounded by a sensory and cultural overload. Sensory wise, there were lights and music coming from the back room – visuals displayed on a large LCD screen positioned towards the middle of the room. Cultural wise, I had entered a house of vast wealth, where every single nook and cranny of the place was in order and it was obvious I had previously failed to recognize the high-class environment that would be surrounding me for the rest of my time there.
About 25 people were already there and obviously inebriated. There was very little alcohol, which was good. I put my 18 pack near all the shoes, drank one, and left the rest for now. Meeting up with those I knew, they introduced me to a few of the cool people as well as the owners of the house. These two would be major influences on me for the rest of… well, my life.
Although I had not truly planned to do any psychedelics that night, I learned that one person was very legitimate and cautious about who he was dosing, and had with him a vial of some of the strongest liquid Acid chemically possible. I decided to take a hit. I also bought a hit for another guy who’s first time it was and who I deemed worthy enough to take another since it was his first time and I wanted it to be a legendary night for him. So $20 down and 2 drops from the vial into our mouths. This is when the party started for me.
Fast forward thirty minutes – I am controlling the computer now which runs the visuals. I turn it from some techno-dub step stuff that most people aren’t feeling, to Shpongle (CD 2), and I also download Milkdrop2.0 for Winamp and turn them on to show the people at the party what REAL visuals are. Immediately a group of people swarms the television and their jaws drop at what kind of intensity is now being displayed. Milkdrop2 does not fuck around.
The LSD is kicking in and I’m feeling like it’s coming on extremely strong for having just been a single hit. Very impressive so far. We got the Shpongle and Hallucinogen blasting the beats to the party and I explore the house. It’s a big house with many rooms, and traveling around downstairs already shows me about a dozen people all in their own little groups doing what they’re doing. People are tripping people hard. All having a good time.
At least they are at this point, earlier in the night I had heard a couple negative trips might have been going on at first.
Sidenote: I was told that 20 minutes before I came, the cops came to the door and wanted to shut it down. They saw the lights and the fucked up people in the background. Get this. The younger brother who lives at the house, Break, who is only 17 (but looks 27, minimum), is peaking on 3 hits of strong Acid (120 micrograms each drop), and is the one who is going to speak to the police. He talks to them for 10-15 minutes and successfully handles the situation so well that the cops straight up get up and leave the house, not bothering anyone and not coming back later in the night. For this feat, I award Break the most calm and handled person I’ve ever met in my life without a doubt. He pimped the situation. He has life under control and at 17 is already a person of such power that you can feel it emanating through his personality and actions. His older brother Antranik is the same way, but speaks more actively and is more animated, therefore not quite as suitable to talk calmly to the law as his brother is (but while still being just as much of a badass that contains some major brains).
During the next few hours, madness ensues. Positive madness. The visuals are going crazy on the screen, myself and another psy-knowledgeable friend have the beats going in the back room, and in the front room people are laying all over high-quality futons and beanbag chairs, all having a blast. The people who were having too intense (a couple [initially] negative) trips are all calmed down and socializing now. Outside, the dog, Medax, is playing with the tripping people chasing it around trying to catch it... and failing. There are two people painting some really awesome hand paintings on the side of the yard and I hope I can get some images of them up soon, they are true works of art and I would have absolutely loved to keep one and frame one in my house. Major detail and psychedelia-bliss within their borders.
While peaking on ‘cid, I happen to run into the kitchen and see a large pot in the kitchen filled with brown sludge. Upon further inspection, I see that this is Mimosa hostilis root powder/naphtha simmering in a large pot. And there is a lot of it. Next to it is a portion of the finished product, chilling in a vat – DMT. I can’t believe my eyes. These guys are so knowledgeable and down with what they’re doing that they have n,n-DMT cooking and waiting to be scraped for use later. At this point I know it’s a party of truly epic proportions.
I walk outside and join the crew watching the sunrise. It’s warm out even for 5:00 AM, and there is a nice bonfire going in the pit (which would soon change into a disastrous log filled with kerosene and chemicals), but for now it was suitable. My visuals are going nuts at this point (+3 hours after dropping) and I do a bit of Ketamine out of the small amount I had brought with me.
Pulling out a chair and placing it around the fire, I now sit and analyze what’s going on around me. The ketamine ‘sink’ kicks in and I am at peace with my situation and those around me. These are people from all different walks of life and they are all good in their own way. A few of the less cool people from earlier in the night have left and now it’s only the true fans of what’s happening at this point in time.
As the sun rises over the horizon. I look around at the environment. We are on a slight hill, within a multi-million dollar house in a gated community. Neohippies taking over a conservative and wealthy neighborhood, yet not causing any destruction to those around us. I lie back in my chair and feel that this is a rare opportunity of a situation as a whole.
All of a sudden, a friend busts out of the house with a huge bowl. “FREE ICE CREAM!” he shouts. I get up and run inside to discover a plethora of flavors. Hidden in the back, there is a vat that has no name. I taste it. It’s “Rose” flavored ice cream. I’ve never even known such a thing to exist, and still can’t believe how good it was. It tasted like I was eating flowers in a sugary ice-creamy format, and somehow it worked perfectly.
During the next few hours, a few more people started leaving. The numbers started dwindling but most of us were still chilling in the sun, listening to some really good Armenian trippy lounge beats coming from the house. Jokes were made when loud sounds happened in the neighborhood, such as ”Here come the cops!! …. You guys are a little late.” and many laughs were present as the owner of the house was perched up on top of the rocks above his waterfall where he sat in a chair only meant for kings. He was the man right then.
The owners of the house went out to the store and brought back a LOT of meat to cook on the grill. At this point everyone was hungry and we ate that shit up so fast in between some bread. I kept asking “How are these guys so cool? Why was I given the chance to be this lucky in a place of such wealth and such of a rarity of a situation within?” After the food was downed, most people had left for other ventures. There were about 7 of us who remained.
A little bit of cleaning happened, a little bit of introspective thought on the comedown of the Acid. And a little bit of preparation for what I hoped was coming soon. The DMT.
With 5 of us left, we hung out for multiple hours just basking in the perfect So-Cal weather and reflecting upon the night. The time then came. I asked the owner of the house if I could be the first one to try out the n,n-DMT that had been extracted and was ready to go. He had no problems whatsoever with my request and agreed quickly, even sounding excited that I was to “try it out”.
Loading up about 30 mg of DMT into a pipe, I exited the room and got onto the hammock that was perfectly positioned to see everything in my view. With trees above and around me, the sun blocked from my face but warming my body, and the exquisite house to the right of me making me feel comfortable and rightful in what I was doing, I placed the pipe to my lips and inhaled it all.
Absolute bliss enveloped. Buzzing sounds hit me instantly and I flew into cosmic hyperspace. Keeping my eyes open for the initial impact, I saw the tree start shifting and transforming in front of my face, awesome colors reveling and bouncing back and forth in my vision. I closed my eyes and it became more intense, the colors of hyperspace waltzing in rapid speed forwards and backwards; spirals of illuminated fractals all combining and expanding at once. I realized then that this was probably the most content, beautiful feeling I have ever felt in my life from a chemical substance.
I was on DMT in a hammock in a mansion in the hills of Calabasas, looking out at the world ahead of me, feeling an immense buzz of natural beauty chaotically whirling through my body telling me that everything was perfect at this moment in time.
I basked in the warmth for 20 minutes before returning into the house and telling my good friend ‘rogue’ that she has to try it, because it is the best, and there is no comparison. 5-MeO-DMT may be stronger and more revelating, but n,n-DMT is more fun and feels better, imo. This is the only time in my life I have pressured anyone to do a drug. I told her over and over that she would thank me afterwards if she did the drug. I made her do it. She did.
And she loved it. And met the elves. And it changed her perspective on certain aspects of life as well, I believe.
Then they just had to bring out the Salvia. 60x extract. I don’t normally like Salvia but considering the circumstances, I thought I might as well end this epic party with a weird bang. And without getting into details of the Salvia trip, it was a weird bang. I don’t like Salvia but I don’t dislike it. It made me feel split down the middle and I felt like I couldn’t talk very well. There were linear dimensions that were unable to be crossed in front of me, and I sat very still as I felt the weird pull on my body. The trip was nothing compared to DMT. Salvia is strong as hell, but it doesn’t have direction.
I smoked some more DMT to bring the body bliss back. It is now my favorite drug (again?).
Within the next hour, we left for a bonfire down south.
On the ride, I knew that what I had just experienced was the most exclusive party I had ever been to. I felt absolutely honored to have been invited to a place of such wealth, caution, and direction. The owners of the house knew everything going on and who and who they shouldn’t dose with their strong LSD. Everything was perfect. This is more of a party-report than a trip-report, but I felt like posting it because of the circumstances. I have done all the substances I did that night multiple times and I will now write more detail about the DMT section, but other than that I wanted to write about the party as a whole because it was epic. Absolutely epic.
-- Major DMT report coming soon --
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