Adikkal
Bluelighter
LSD (microdot) - Make use of the moment
This report will attempt to encapsulate some of the magic of the nite in which myself and 9 other friends ingested a microdot each.
For a little background on the characters involved, all but one of the people, Shoelace, were part of my group of mates at school. I am still friends with them but don't see them as often anymore, it was the first time in a long time that we had all been together as a group.
Shoelace on the other hand, i met through bluelight - and have become good mates primarily through our shared love of music, specifically rapping/beatboxing.
The Lead Up
Well, in true stoner fashion we had left the actual scoring of the microdots to the last minute. Initial intentions had been to take them in the late afternoon so we could witness the sunset glide into the calm of a spring evening. However, as can be expected, dealer time runs on its own separate axis to what most people consider as time - "yep, give me an hour" *ahem*
After much anticipation we eventually dropped our microdots at 8pm and began to sort out our 'plans' for the evening (i use that term loosely). It was decided upon that we would drive the cars to a local baseball field and consider that our 'homebase'. We arrived at the field, park the two cars and promptly some of the boys began smoking billies in the kombi, i refrained. My mood was slightly dampened by the coldness of the night and the lack of natural illumination provided. The crescent moon was obscured by a thick covering of clouds and the stars were ever so bleakly peeping through. The natural atmosphere at this stage dissapointed me.
Shoelace and I kicked off our random rhyming/beatboxing escapades in the carpark and it was just a taste of what was to come. Before long, the group ventured away from the carpark and began walking towards another, larger, more bushy reserve. It is at this point i must introduce you to a key player of the evening - my discman. The discman has a speaker in built and hence provided the music to go along with the evening, a wonderful contributor to the setting of the trip.
The Come Up
The walk to the reserve was rather enjoyable with the subtle effects of the lsd weaving its way into the various conversations. Everyone was in good spirits although i was still feeling the cold and dissapointed by the lack of visual stimulus. We embarked down a concrete path, flanked by bush which lead into the back of the reserve. As we walked down the track the acid further crept into our systems - STOP!
"What the fucks that?"
Up ahead was flashing blue and red lights, the usual assumption of 'cops' was thrown around but as we looked closer we noticed flaming trees. The glowing insides of trees, spitting fireflyesque embers into the atmosphere.
We realised that most probably they were burning off bush in the area, however the thought that a fire may have been lit in the area did cause some concern (being that 10 hooded teens walking through the area may have attracted attention).
We continued along the track and walked straight past the firefighters who either didn't notice us, or didn't give a fuck (i'm inclined to believe the 2nd). And this, is where our night truely began.
All Hail The Fighters of Fire
We couldn't believe our luck, a bunch of trippers who had no other agenda than to hang out in a dark, bushy reserve were greeted with a beautiful visual display of flaming trees (not to mention the warmth). We stood smack bang in the middle of the burn off (don't think huge flames, more glowing trees shooting off embers) and admired the beauty. All the while giggling at our luck, giggling as the acid increased its presence. We began to notice several other firetrucks, each with their blue and red flashing lights, before we continued up the track to park ourselves at the start of the bmx bike track - a prime position to view the scattered lights.
It was at this point that the acid began to work its magic. The visual display was fantastic and it was not long before i became entranced. With some hard nrg playing on the discman (sounds like slowed down hardcore) I was experiencing a very involved connection with the lights and my inner consciousness. I was sitting, eyes closed, enjoying the dance of visuals spurred by the lights and began to feel very euphoric. I actually wish that i could've been alone at this point, or at least have no conversation around as i was beginning to introspect and feeling deep feelings of 'oneness' and energy. Alas, it was not to be.
I decided it was time to have a smoke. I smoked a cone and felt nice. Things were going fine until i had a nang....
I didn't really want one but was offered one and thought 'what the hell'. To put it simply, the nang confused the fuck out of me. I came back and couldn't comprehend what the fuck was going on, it felt like it bent my head to the left and no longer was i correctly interpreting the surroundings. It was a little while before i managed to get a grip again. This grip would've been harder to obtain if it were not for the expression session with Shoelace. Talking/rhyming to shoelace brought me back and was one of the most profound elements of the trip.
Make Use of the Moment
It was inherently interesting to explore the nature of the lsd mindstate with Shoelace, whom i share a very similar approach to life with. The absurdity of words became increasingly apparent. Their symbolic nature, purely an agreed upon representation provoked alot of thought within. It runs deep, the way we think of everything, is shaped by the framework of words. It's inescapeable - words increasingly felt confined and limiting when trying to explain feelings. However interesting this thought may be, it became doubly interesting when you consider the way Shoelace and i approach words - from a rhythmic, rhyming perspective.
We use words as musical instruments.
The rhyming on acid was an interesting experience indeed. A very shifted flow, adopting multiple personas.
The title of this section arose one time when Shoelace and myself were standing on a shitty balcony with an ordinary view in the city, and having in depth discussions. We made that, a moment.
The is no past, there is no future, there is only the present. Life consists of an inordinate number of moments - ALWAYS the present. Make use of the moment. Once again, the inapropriateness of words to describe what i'm trying to convey is obvious.
"Less instrumentals, more mental instruments" - Nikk
Mental instruments perfectly described the feeling of beatboxing which was a very moving experience. Shoelace, Nikk and I created some crazy atmospheres with our mental instruments, much fun.
At one point i was whispering "enjoy the atmosphere, take in the atmosphere" and after a little while a mate was like "Man are you makin the atmosphere good just by saying that? Thats priceless!"
It was so working too, set and setting my friends.
One thing i just remembered....
My thought process appeared to turn alot more '3 dimensional'. It felt like i was experiencing thought as geometric shapes. The thought process was no longer a single element, i was aware of the interplay on the varying levels of these thoughts, these shapes, how they came together to create that big structure that is consciousness.
So there was alot of deep thought, there was also stupid shit!
The Cemetery
The reserve is right next to a cemetery which someone decided we should all go in and have a walk around. After alot of umming and ahhing we eventually jumped the fence and ventured in. This was quite a weird experience i must say. It wasn't just gravestones, but like little houses for dead people. They had doors and everything. It felt like we were walking through a little village of dead people. I had the feeling of 'spirits' moving through me, and into and out of the doors. It was kinda of cool but rather off putting. It felt disrespectful to be in there, mainly becos some of the boys were laughing their ass off at some thing. One thing sticks in my mind tho, my mate O who for some unknown reason is affected very minimally by lsd (as in, the microdots had little to no effect on him and previous times he's always complained that its not doin anything) upon seeing the dead village
"Fuck, what rich cunts"
The Aftermath
The night went on and some good discussion was had, interesting revelations made which would seem very trivial if i rehashed them here. Except for on thing i stumbled upon which i thought was kind of cool,
"What is a description but a well accepted metaphor"
And thats about it, we headed back to the cars and a few of us walked back to mine and chilled out. I had a shower and got changed and felt wonderfully refreshed. Watched a documentary on cheetahs on discovery and they are one amazing creature, the physical movement of them is amazing. Then watched a bit of a game of soccer which, in relation to movement was an interesting comparison to the cheetahs...
Anyway, sorry it was quite lengthy but i hope it has been a fraction as enjoyable to read as it was to experience.
Peace
Adikkal
This report will attempt to encapsulate some of the magic of the nite in which myself and 9 other friends ingested a microdot each.
For a little background on the characters involved, all but one of the people, Shoelace, were part of my group of mates at school. I am still friends with them but don't see them as often anymore, it was the first time in a long time that we had all been together as a group.
Shoelace on the other hand, i met through bluelight - and have become good mates primarily through our shared love of music, specifically rapping/beatboxing.
The Lead Up
Well, in true stoner fashion we had left the actual scoring of the microdots to the last minute. Initial intentions had been to take them in the late afternoon so we could witness the sunset glide into the calm of a spring evening. However, as can be expected, dealer time runs on its own separate axis to what most people consider as time - "yep, give me an hour" *ahem*
After much anticipation we eventually dropped our microdots at 8pm and began to sort out our 'plans' for the evening (i use that term loosely). It was decided upon that we would drive the cars to a local baseball field and consider that our 'homebase'. We arrived at the field, park the two cars and promptly some of the boys began smoking billies in the kombi, i refrained. My mood was slightly dampened by the coldness of the night and the lack of natural illumination provided. The crescent moon was obscured by a thick covering of clouds and the stars were ever so bleakly peeping through. The natural atmosphere at this stage dissapointed me.
Shoelace and I kicked off our random rhyming/beatboxing escapades in the carpark and it was just a taste of what was to come. Before long, the group ventured away from the carpark and began walking towards another, larger, more bushy reserve. It is at this point i must introduce you to a key player of the evening - my discman. The discman has a speaker in built and hence provided the music to go along with the evening, a wonderful contributor to the setting of the trip.
The Come Up
The walk to the reserve was rather enjoyable with the subtle effects of the lsd weaving its way into the various conversations. Everyone was in good spirits although i was still feeling the cold and dissapointed by the lack of visual stimulus. We embarked down a concrete path, flanked by bush which lead into the back of the reserve. As we walked down the track the acid further crept into our systems - STOP!
"What the fucks that?"
Up ahead was flashing blue and red lights, the usual assumption of 'cops' was thrown around but as we looked closer we noticed flaming trees. The glowing insides of trees, spitting fireflyesque embers into the atmosphere.
We realised that most probably they were burning off bush in the area, however the thought that a fire may have been lit in the area did cause some concern (being that 10 hooded teens walking through the area may have attracted attention).
We continued along the track and walked straight past the firefighters who either didn't notice us, or didn't give a fuck (i'm inclined to believe the 2nd). And this, is where our night truely began.
All Hail The Fighters of Fire
We couldn't believe our luck, a bunch of trippers who had no other agenda than to hang out in a dark, bushy reserve were greeted with a beautiful visual display of flaming trees (not to mention the warmth). We stood smack bang in the middle of the burn off (don't think huge flames, more glowing trees shooting off embers) and admired the beauty. All the while giggling at our luck, giggling as the acid increased its presence. We began to notice several other firetrucks, each with their blue and red flashing lights, before we continued up the track to park ourselves at the start of the bmx bike track - a prime position to view the scattered lights.
It was at this point that the acid began to work its magic. The visual display was fantastic and it was not long before i became entranced. With some hard nrg playing on the discman (sounds like slowed down hardcore) I was experiencing a very involved connection with the lights and my inner consciousness. I was sitting, eyes closed, enjoying the dance of visuals spurred by the lights and began to feel very euphoric. I actually wish that i could've been alone at this point, or at least have no conversation around as i was beginning to introspect and feeling deep feelings of 'oneness' and energy. Alas, it was not to be.
I decided it was time to have a smoke. I smoked a cone and felt nice. Things were going fine until i had a nang....
I didn't really want one but was offered one and thought 'what the hell'. To put it simply, the nang confused the fuck out of me. I came back and couldn't comprehend what the fuck was going on, it felt like it bent my head to the left and no longer was i correctly interpreting the surroundings. It was a little while before i managed to get a grip again. This grip would've been harder to obtain if it were not for the expression session with Shoelace. Talking/rhyming to shoelace brought me back and was one of the most profound elements of the trip.
Make Use of the Moment
It was inherently interesting to explore the nature of the lsd mindstate with Shoelace, whom i share a very similar approach to life with. The absurdity of words became increasingly apparent. Their symbolic nature, purely an agreed upon representation provoked alot of thought within. It runs deep, the way we think of everything, is shaped by the framework of words. It's inescapeable - words increasingly felt confined and limiting when trying to explain feelings. However interesting this thought may be, it became doubly interesting when you consider the way Shoelace and i approach words - from a rhythmic, rhyming perspective.
We use words as musical instruments.
The rhyming on acid was an interesting experience indeed. A very shifted flow, adopting multiple personas.
The title of this section arose one time when Shoelace and myself were standing on a shitty balcony with an ordinary view in the city, and having in depth discussions. We made that, a moment.
The is no past, there is no future, there is only the present. Life consists of an inordinate number of moments - ALWAYS the present. Make use of the moment. Once again, the inapropriateness of words to describe what i'm trying to convey is obvious.
"Less instrumentals, more mental instruments" - Nikk
Mental instruments perfectly described the feeling of beatboxing which was a very moving experience. Shoelace, Nikk and I created some crazy atmospheres with our mental instruments, much fun.
At one point i was whispering "enjoy the atmosphere, take in the atmosphere" and after a little while a mate was like "Man are you makin the atmosphere good just by saying that? Thats priceless!"
It was so working too, set and setting my friends.
One thing i just remembered....
My thought process appeared to turn alot more '3 dimensional'. It felt like i was experiencing thought as geometric shapes. The thought process was no longer a single element, i was aware of the interplay on the varying levels of these thoughts, these shapes, how they came together to create that big structure that is consciousness.
So there was alot of deep thought, there was also stupid shit!
The Cemetery
The reserve is right next to a cemetery which someone decided we should all go in and have a walk around. After alot of umming and ahhing we eventually jumped the fence and ventured in. This was quite a weird experience i must say. It wasn't just gravestones, but like little houses for dead people. They had doors and everything. It felt like we were walking through a little village of dead people. I had the feeling of 'spirits' moving through me, and into and out of the doors. It was kinda of cool but rather off putting. It felt disrespectful to be in there, mainly becos some of the boys were laughing their ass off at some thing. One thing sticks in my mind tho, my mate O who for some unknown reason is affected very minimally by lsd (as in, the microdots had little to no effect on him and previous times he's always complained that its not doin anything) upon seeing the dead village
"Fuck, what rich cunts"
The Aftermath
The night went on and some good discussion was had, interesting revelations made which would seem very trivial if i rehashed them here. Except for on thing i stumbled upon which i thought was kind of cool,
"What is a description but a well accepted metaphor"
And thats about it, we headed back to the cars and a few of us walked back to mine and chilled out. I had a shower and got changed and felt wonderfully refreshed. Watched a documentary on cheetahs on discovery and they are one amazing creature, the physical movement of them is amazing. Then watched a bit of a game of soccer which, in relation to movement was an interesting comparison to the cheetahs...
Anyway, sorry it was quite lengthy but i hope it has been a fraction as enjoyable to read as it was to experience.
Peace
Adikkal
Last edited:
