Vintage Audiocide
Bluelighter
Note: When I say experienced, I mean with psychedelics and the experience in general. I am not experienced with this chemical, whatever it may be, at all.
So let me first tell you that I cannot be entirely sure this was LSD. An old friend (whom I trust with the key to my walk-in freezer) put a small tablet in my mouth after telling me to close my eyes. When I asked him why he would not tell me what substance it was that I had ingested, he told me it was to simply purify the experience.
Now seeing as the tablet was rather large, it first dawned on me that I had some MDMA or MDA in me. But it was nothing like MD(M)A from what I have experienced.
In around 40 minutes I could define within myself an electrical sort of sensation, much like the feeling you get 30 minutes after some good mushroom tea. I felt as if I was missing something, overlooking some sort of minor detail. However, the restlessness/need to be active I usually experience on LSD was not present.
I only say it was LSD because in an hour it was unignorable, in three hours I was feeling amazing, and in sixteen hours I looked at a clock and did some quick math.
Now for details.
We start back at this "electric" sensation - anyone who has experienced a reasonably weighty dose of cubensis knows it. If I did not know I had eaten a pill, at this point I would have assumed I had consumed five or so grams of good cubensis.
From that point on, everything began taking on an extremely "real" quality. No distortions or hallucinations as of yet, just a bit more contrast between the blue of my coffee mug and the brown of my hat.
T + 1:30 - I start to notice that everything seems to extend towards me. People that I know are many yards away seem to be growing closer, and then I give that specific idea a name - ego.
I have become the center of my experience, and I didn't like that. I have NEVER experienced an ego boost from an LSD trip, but that's exactly what this was. After noticing the nature of the lift, however, it faded and the world around me became much more important than myself.
This could just be my own mind working as a catalyst for the experience, but regardless it was extremely "different."
T + 2:00 - As I sit and view the world around me, I start to recognize patterns in it all. This is something that happens in all of my LSD experiences, so you can see why I am at this point confused as to what I am going through. I am enjoying it, but it is indeed new and curious.
I notice that the way I am living is through circles. I break down the system of respiration in my mind, and time seems to dilate far beyond what I have ever known it to before. The idea is now that this could not be LSD.
I was either rotating my head at an imperceptible speed or I was simply experiencing one movement for a very long time, but it seemed like I could feel every aspect of living. I remember being done with a very deep breath, and I felt a cold sensation run up and into my head, which then became warm and soothing and spread through my body. And then I hit it.
With my head, I struck a piece of plywood that was sitting at an odd angle behind the couch. I remember very slowly moving my head into it and feeling as if my head was imploding. I looked at the piece of plywood as the many pieces of tree scattered, obviously scared of the guy who just headbutted them, and I realized that the plywood was floating.
I can go into my basement right now and look at this same piece of plywood, and it happens to be leaning up BEHIND the couch and not protruding in the way I saw it to be at all. So there's another non-LSD quality: complete removal of fact from the experience.
So I'm into it about three hours now, and everything seems to be radiating a sort of light. I feel weightless as I move across my floor and up the staircase, and to an air hockey table my son bought me for Christmas ("you need the challenge, old man") on which I sort of half laid there for a while. The friend who gave me the dose joined me in the game. I know he wasn't trying to, but he was fucking with me pretty hard.
Once we got the machine on and it had air pumping, it seemed like I got extremely close to the table's surface. Every little hole, however, kept getting larger until eventually the table was completely black.
Woah. LSD? I think not.
The puck is bright orange, so when I placed it onto the table it was orange on black. I focused on it and completely lost track of time, but I heard my friend (finally) as he repeated the same thing: "hit it my way, and we'll do this slowly."
I heard the words so many times, and it took me a while to understand them. I took my hand-beater thing and gave the puck a good tap. It split in two, and both pucks began moving in circles towards my friend.
I didn't notice how it happened, but the table was yet again white. My friend hit one of the pucks and it divided, and this continued until the table had 7-10 pucks on it. Then they started getting sucked into the air outlets. Eventually we ended up with just one puck again, and I quit.
I can no longer estimate the time, because it was seriously that intense. A minute meant nothing - I remember walking back down to ground level for what could have easily been hours. I seem to recall full-blown conversations with many people on my way down a total of maybe 40 steps.
Once downstairs, everything took on a wiry appearance. People's figures became as thin as baling wire, and they whipped about as they walked or moved.
Many times I would look outside and the trees would be sinking into the ground. I also distinctly remember seeing a couple clouds combust and leave thick black smoke in the sky.
I want to experience this again.
But I have no idea what it was.
It was wonderful.
I don't think I wrote enough, honestly.
--mic
So let me first tell you that I cannot be entirely sure this was LSD. An old friend (whom I trust with the key to my walk-in freezer) put a small tablet in my mouth after telling me to close my eyes. When I asked him why he would not tell me what substance it was that I had ingested, he told me it was to simply purify the experience.
Now seeing as the tablet was rather large, it first dawned on me that I had some MDMA or MDA in me. But it was nothing like MD(M)A from what I have experienced.
In around 40 minutes I could define within myself an electrical sort of sensation, much like the feeling you get 30 minutes after some good mushroom tea. I felt as if I was missing something, overlooking some sort of minor detail. However, the restlessness/need to be active I usually experience on LSD was not present.
I only say it was LSD because in an hour it was unignorable, in three hours I was feeling amazing, and in sixteen hours I looked at a clock and did some quick math.
Now for details.
We start back at this "electric" sensation - anyone who has experienced a reasonably weighty dose of cubensis knows it. If I did not know I had eaten a pill, at this point I would have assumed I had consumed five or so grams of good cubensis.
From that point on, everything began taking on an extremely "real" quality. No distortions or hallucinations as of yet, just a bit more contrast between the blue of my coffee mug and the brown of my hat.
T + 1:30 - I start to notice that everything seems to extend towards me. People that I know are many yards away seem to be growing closer, and then I give that specific idea a name - ego.
I have become the center of my experience, and I didn't like that. I have NEVER experienced an ego boost from an LSD trip, but that's exactly what this was. After noticing the nature of the lift, however, it faded and the world around me became much more important than myself.
This could just be my own mind working as a catalyst for the experience, but regardless it was extremely "different."
T + 2:00 - As I sit and view the world around me, I start to recognize patterns in it all. This is something that happens in all of my LSD experiences, so you can see why I am at this point confused as to what I am going through. I am enjoying it, but it is indeed new and curious.
I notice that the way I am living is through circles. I break down the system of respiration in my mind, and time seems to dilate far beyond what I have ever known it to before. The idea is now that this could not be LSD.
I was either rotating my head at an imperceptible speed or I was simply experiencing one movement for a very long time, but it seemed like I could feel every aspect of living. I remember being done with a very deep breath, and I felt a cold sensation run up and into my head, which then became warm and soothing and spread through my body. And then I hit it.
With my head, I struck a piece of plywood that was sitting at an odd angle behind the couch. I remember very slowly moving my head into it and feeling as if my head was imploding. I looked at the piece of plywood as the many pieces of tree scattered, obviously scared of the guy who just headbutted them, and I realized that the plywood was floating.
I can go into my basement right now and look at this same piece of plywood, and it happens to be leaning up BEHIND the couch and not protruding in the way I saw it to be at all. So there's another non-LSD quality: complete removal of fact from the experience.
So I'm into it about three hours now, and everything seems to be radiating a sort of light. I feel weightless as I move across my floor and up the staircase, and to an air hockey table my son bought me for Christmas ("you need the challenge, old man") on which I sort of half laid there for a while. The friend who gave me the dose joined me in the game. I know he wasn't trying to, but he was fucking with me pretty hard.
Once we got the machine on and it had air pumping, it seemed like I got extremely close to the table's surface. Every little hole, however, kept getting larger until eventually the table was completely black.
Woah. LSD? I think not.
The puck is bright orange, so when I placed it onto the table it was orange on black. I focused on it and completely lost track of time, but I heard my friend (finally) as he repeated the same thing: "hit it my way, and we'll do this slowly."
I heard the words so many times, and it took me a while to understand them. I took my hand-beater thing and gave the puck a good tap. It split in two, and both pucks began moving in circles towards my friend.
I didn't notice how it happened, but the table was yet again white. My friend hit one of the pucks and it divided, and this continued until the table had 7-10 pucks on it. Then they started getting sucked into the air outlets. Eventually we ended up with just one puck again, and I quit.
I can no longer estimate the time, because it was seriously that intense. A minute meant nothing - I remember walking back down to ground level for what could have easily been hours. I seem to recall full-blown conversations with many people on my way down a total of maybe 40 steps.
Once downstairs, everything took on a wiry appearance. People's figures became as thin as baling wire, and they whipped about as they walked or moved.
Many times I would look outside and the trees would be sinking into the ground. I also distinctly remember seeing a couple clouds combust and leave thick black smoke in the sky.
I want to experience this again.
But I have no idea what it was.
It was wonderful.
I don't think I wrote enough, honestly.
--mic
Happy tripping.
