My second adventure into acid-land…
I had been planning this trip for a week, at first it had seemed a great idea, but as the day came closer I got apprehensive. I had planned to take someone along but that fell through, though I should have taken a friend or sitter I didn’t.
I got up it was a Monday. I took the trip and went outside to meditate and straighten out my head before I came up. What had promised to be a hot, dry day turned out to be beautiful, the combination of a good meditation practice, a nice day and the beginnings of the trip took me to an incredible level of peace and love, a fantastic start. I forced myself to eat a good breakfast, then retreated to my room to avoid my housemate and her parents. The first thing that I had wanted to do was play. I played bongos first, that was great, then my bass, the sound was so rich and the chemical didn’t impede my ability to play. I lay on my bed and had some N2O, the light fixture was walking around the ceiling and the walls were breathing. There was the most beautiful music wafting gently in through my window.
I got impatient and decided to make for the bus. Outside was bizarre, everything was wrong. At the bus stop my fears were dispelled, I crossed the road and the people at the bus stop didn’t care at all, I must have had a huge grin, everything was so beautiful! On the bus there was a bunch of old ladies talking about doctors, I think that they thought that I was a med student (not an unlikely supposition) and some comments were aimed at me, more likely I was paranoid though.
At one point the lady predicably said “So, he said it was all in my mind”, this seemed very strange at the time, after all where would it be, where else is there? Halfway there I decided on my aim for the trip, my theme would be to experience/create and to explore these definitions. From the bus to the park was hell, and I think that I almost freaked out, all the unhappy domestic urbanites were very testing. It was an incredible relief to finally turn onto the path above the Torrens parade grounds, I was taken aback by the beauty of the gardens, contrasted by the faded look of everything from the bus. When I reached the back of the Uni I was struck by a sudden pang of regret that I hadn’t bought a female friend of mine along and felt very lonely for a while, almost turned back but I strode courageously onward.
My first strange experience was out the back of the Uni. I turned my head to the right and I was out the front of the chemistry building 80 years ago, I turned it left and there were cars and buildings and I was now again, very bizarre but very real. I entered the Botanic gardens for the first half of my experience and it was amazing. I ran around, there were so many trees, it was so green and there were so many people relaxing and enjoying life, it was the perfect environment for a tripped out hippie-child. I took off my shoes and explored, I realised that I looked pretty weird, but I was dressed nicely and I didn’t look like an archetypical drug user, or did I?
I got nicely lost, but I stuck to the stream because it was cool. Though the fountains were nice, I think that the most incredible part of this experience was the herb gardens on the north side. There were so many smells and shapes, I was sure that one palm smelt like bananas. I wandered for a bit more and found myself on the talking tree trail, unfortunately none talked to me, but they were quite majestic despite. By this time I was a little tired and reclined under a tree. Before I did this I did a mirror check, I looked as idealistic and optimistic as I felt, and I was well on course! Under the tree I watched the clouds, they blurred into shapes and faces, it was incredible, I didn’t know what was the drug and what was just the clouds. The tree that I was under was breathing and reaching out to me, I directed all my love towards it, it was a great tree, I was very happy.
After a good rest I was getting a bit restless so I made for the art gallery, I was distracted a few times by sights and smells, but I was getting more restless. I walked through the uni, it was packed with first-years so I was well camouflaged, and I had a good chuckle at the fact that I looked less bewildered than most around me! I gathered up all my courage and strode up to the rear entrance of the gallery with my chin up high… only to be met by a sign that said “no backpacks”, so I legged it and wandered around the uni slightly confused and dismayed. Until I decided how to get in I went to have lunch. I strode into the refectory looking like I owned the place, this was very difficult because I was tripping out of my mind, but I ordered food and paid for it, I still don’t know how I managed that!
I took a deep breath and strode into the front of the art gallery, handing by backpack to a security guard that didn’t quite know how to deal with me (hopefully he thought I was not too bright) and was in!! I was feeling quite uncomfortable at first, I had taken off my sunnies and my pupils were huge. I strode out to the 60’s gallery and to my first experience! It was a painting that I was familiar to me, a pattern of x shapes of different colours with pieces of purple in the background as if the pattern were a grill. At first nothing happened and I was a little disappointed, but then everything started to animate! The patterns were spinning in unison and the background shapes were shifting, I gasped stood back and almost cried it was so beautiful. For something so familiar to come to life like that, it was just amazing. I spent hours there, looking carefully at each individual picture. At first it was just the patterns that moved but then the characters in the paintings started to come to life. One photo that particularly stood out in my memory was a photo of a girl in a superman costume looking like she was flying, her hair was waving around and it all looked so very real, not like TV, but real!
By this time it was getting late, the trip was leaving and it was high time to get home. I was getting a little tired and disorientated, I made a quick trip to get a t-shirt that I wanted, but I decided that I was getting a little too sketchy and made for the bus-stop. After a good rest at home I went to visit some friends, we sat on their back veranda and I recounted my amazing story while relaxing. So ended my second adventure, my next adventure was two weeks later and was quite different again, maby ill write about that another time. I had so much fun on this trip it definitely won’t be my last adventure of this nature.
I had been planning this trip for a week, at first it had seemed a great idea, but as the day came closer I got apprehensive. I had planned to take someone along but that fell through, though I should have taken a friend or sitter I didn’t.
I got up it was a Monday. I took the trip and went outside to meditate and straighten out my head before I came up. What had promised to be a hot, dry day turned out to be beautiful, the combination of a good meditation practice, a nice day and the beginnings of the trip took me to an incredible level of peace and love, a fantastic start. I forced myself to eat a good breakfast, then retreated to my room to avoid my housemate and her parents. The first thing that I had wanted to do was play. I played bongos first, that was great, then my bass, the sound was so rich and the chemical didn’t impede my ability to play. I lay on my bed and had some N2O, the light fixture was walking around the ceiling and the walls were breathing. There was the most beautiful music wafting gently in through my window.
I got impatient and decided to make for the bus. Outside was bizarre, everything was wrong. At the bus stop my fears were dispelled, I crossed the road and the people at the bus stop didn’t care at all, I must have had a huge grin, everything was so beautiful! On the bus there was a bunch of old ladies talking about doctors, I think that they thought that I was a med student (not an unlikely supposition) and some comments were aimed at me, more likely I was paranoid though.
At one point the lady predicably said “So, he said it was all in my mind”, this seemed very strange at the time, after all where would it be, where else is there? Halfway there I decided on my aim for the trip, my theme would be to experience/create and to explore these definitions. From the bus to the park was hell, and I think that I almost freaked out, all the unhappy domestic urbanites were very testing. It was an incredible relief to finally turn onto the path above the Torrens parade grounds, I was taken aback by the beauty of the gardens, contrasted by the faded look of everything from the bus. When I reached the back of the Uni I was struck by a sudden pang of regret that I hadn’t bought a female friend of mine along and felt very lonely for a while, almost turned back but I strode courageously onward.
My first strange experience was out the back of the Uni. I turned my head to the right and I was out the front of the chemistry building 80 years ago, I turned it left and there were cars and buildings and I was now again, very bizarre but very real. I entered the Botanic gardens for the first half of my experience and it was amazing. I ran around, there were so many trees, it was so green and there were so many people relaxing and enjoying life, it was the perfect environment for a tripped out hippie-child. I took off my shoes and explored, I realised that I looked pretty weird, but I was dressed nicely and I didn’t look like an archetypical drug user, or did I?
I got nicely lost, but I stuck to the stream because it was cool. Though the fountains were nice, I think that the most incredible part of this experience was the herb gardens on the north side. There were so many smells and shapes, I was sure that one palm smelt like bananas. I wandered for a bit more and found myself on the talking tree trail, unfortunately none talked to me, but they were quite majestic despite. By this time I was a little tired and reclined under a tree. Before I did this I did a mirror check, I looked as idealistic and optimistic as I felt, and I was well on course! Under the tree I watched the clouds, they blurred into shapes and faces, it was incredible, I didn’t know what was the drug and what was just the clouds. The tree that I was under was breathing and reaching out to me, I directed all my love towards it, it was a great tree, I was very happy.
After a good rest I was getting a bit restless so I made for the art gallery, I was distracted a few times by sights and smells, but I was getting more restless. I walked through the uni, it was packed with first-years so I was well camouflaged, and I had a good chuckle at the fact that I looked less bewildered than most around me! I gathered up all my courage and strode up to the rear entrance of the gallery with my chin up high… only to be met by a sign that said “no backpacks”, so I legged it and wandered around the uni slightly confused and dismayed. Until I decided how to get in I went to have lunch. I strode into the refectory looking like I owned the place, this was very difficult because I was tripping out of my mind, but I ordered food and paid for it, I still don’t know how I managed that!
I took a deep breath and strode into the front of the art gallery, handing by backpack to a security guard that didn’t quite know how to deal with me (hopefully he thought I was not too bright) and was in!! I was feeling quite uncomfortable at first, I had taken off my sunnies and my pupils were huge. I strode out to the 60’s gallery and to my first experience! It was a painting that I was familiar to me, a pattern of x shapes of different colours with pieces of purple in the background as if the pattern were a grill. At first nothing happened and I was a little disappointed, but then everything started to animate! The patterns were spinning in unison and the background shapes were shifting, I gasped stood back and almost cried it was so beautiful. For something so familiar to come to life like that, it was just amazing. I spent hours there, looking carefully at each individual picture. At first it was just the patterns that moved but then the characters in the paintings started to come to life. One photo that particularly stood out in my memory was a photo of a girl in a superman costume looking like she was flying, her hair was waving around and it all looked so very real, not like TV, but real!
By this time it was getting late, the trip was leaving and it was high time to get home. I was getting a little tired and disorientated, I made a quick trip to get a t-shirt that I wanted, but I decided that I was getting a little too sketchy and made for the bus-stop. After a good rest at home I went to visit some friends, we sat on their back veranda and I recounted my amazing story while relaxing. So ended my second adventure, my next adventure was two weeks later and was quite different again, maby ill write about that another time. I had so much fun on this trip it definitely won’t be my last adventure of this nature.
