VagabondGE
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 6, 2002
- Messages
- 536
Now I always heard a lot about the whole ESP theory and shit back when I first started rolling and always thought what a bunch of shit it was . . . but last year at New Years' Eve . . . I was proven wrong.
The first part of this is just to provide background for the evening. The telepathy part isn't until the end of the story
I used to live in moscow, russia. Beans are hard to get there, but another friend of mine managed to bring 150 with him. (I had been living where I live now for almost 4 months already, had recently moved and was back for a visit) Anyway, these were from London, and they were some of the best rolls I had ever had to date. (Although I think the situation partly contributed)
So along comes New Year's Eve . . . Me and 4 of my best friends all chilling at my friends' house. We'll call my friend Simon. So we were at Simon's house and my friends Fedya and my other friend Bob and his older brother Marcus. (all names changed, for their sake)
We had no plans for what to do for the evening . . .it was New Year's Eve 2000-2001 in moscow and we knew we would do something but we hadn't thought of anything to do. Now New Years in Moscow is a HUGE holiday, so there's TONS of people on the street, lots of parties going on, crazy crazy shit.
We go to my friends' kitchen and take out our rolls. We each decide to do around 2 or 3. So I swallow one, snort half of one, and finally convince myself to have the courage to plug one. . . He gets out his full-wall mirror and puts it on the kitchen table for the snorting, rather silly. . . So this was all around 11 pm . . . so we'd all ingested and still had no fucking clue what to do. Well we decide to just say fuck it and go to this club I knew that wouldn't be too expensive, not the best of music, but it would be a pretty good night.
Well about 2 seconds after I decide this, the snorted stuff kicks in. Now I'd been rolling more than the rest of these guys, except the older brother, but I probably had the highest tolerance among them all. So I'm like "shiiiiit, I'm rolling already!" . . . my friend's older brother says "hey, we should float you" so I'm like "yeah ok whatever" so he and simon do the airplane thing to me. ( Simon was back to back with me, with our arms interlocked, he bent over and I was lying down on his back as my legs were pulled up onto Marcus' shoulders) Bob then threw in Simon's drum n bass CD while they flailed me around in the air and I completely blew up. When they put me down I could hardly walk at all, I just kept rushing and rushing.
We went and got our taxi. (It was fucking Freezing as fuck outside, moscow and all, but I felt fucking great) I spent the entire cab ride to the club blowing up constantly and just literally yelling "Oh my GOD!" every 5 minutes. We get to the club and by now I can hardly walk. My friends manage to get me back to a somewhat normal level and we enter the club. . . Now, the music sucked ass, but then the one I swallowed kicked in. There was next to no speed in these things, so we just sat down and talked . . . then the plug kicked in and I could not move . . . but it was all in a good way. I just sat back and engulfed myself in a total world of . . . .well, ecstasy.
Well soon it became a bit too much and around 4 am or so, I had to leave the club. (actually I forgot to mention at 12, we missed the fireworks . . .we were really confused that once we got to the club, everyone started leaving and didn't realize until they all came back in that we had missed the fireworks) So my good friend Fedya decided to go with me, but the rest of them stayed because they were rolling ballz.
This is where it gets into the telepathy.
So we come outside of the club and I am immediately back in a good state of mind. The lights and the loud music was just a bit too much because I had TERRIBLE eye wiggles and I was tripping out, but we came out into this quiet, white city. (white snow, I'm not racist) It was so nice and peaceful that my friend had to yell at me to finally get me to get going and get in a cab.
We go back to the place I was staying, with some friends of mine, and find the remenants of the party they had had in their apartment . . . a few guys just hanging around and quietly talking, a few of whom I knew. In the living room, with lots of couchs and cushions and stuff, they had The Cure, playing on a rather loud system for such a small apartment, lots of bass. I never listened to The Cure before, didn't really like them, but after what happened next, I listen to them all the time.
So fedya and I laid down on the couches and decided to just forget talking and lay back, close our eyes and let ourselves get lost in the experience . . . I laid back, closed my eyes, and was whisked away . . . The music just took me into this strange state of mind, almost being able to look into every person in the world at the same time and feel happy, sad, angry, upset, confused, exhilirated, awakened, and many more feelings all at once. I wouldn't call it hallucinations, but I was sort of day dreaming about ordinary people doing ordinary things. People that I had NEVER seen before. . . a woman in the kitchen making breakfast for her kids, a guy in an office struggling to get whatever he has to get done, a guy alone on the beach, watching the sunset . . . it all moved with the music . . . sort of like a music video, my visions would zoom far into something, like the water in the beach, and then zoom out into a different scene.
Then I saw my friend standing in a line amongst a bunch of other people I had never seen before. My friend Fedya, standing there in his everyday clothes. This sorta freaked me out and I sat straight up in the couch and looked over to see fedya doing the EXACT same thing at the EXACT same time I did. We looked blankly at eachother for a few seconds before one of us said "did you just see what I saw"
And over the next few minutes we alternately explained seeing the EXACT same sort of thing. not the same people, but the same kind of visions, and then seeing eachother somewhere.
That blew me up again, and at 7 am I was rolling ballz yet again . . . then the rest of my friends got home and we spent the rest of the day doing massages, etc. like the e-tards we are
hee hee
All in all, a fucking good roll, not my best roll, but by far it was an amazing experience.
Sorry to make it so long, but it was a cool night
[NTC Edit: Changed the thread title from "Ecstasy Telepathy trip report" to "MDMA - Experenced - Telepathy" to conform with the forum guidelines]
[ 07 November 2002: Message edited by: nickthecheese ]
edit- paragraphs added for easier on the eyes
The first part of this is just to provide background for the evening. The telepathy part isn't until the end of the story
I used to live in moscow, russia. Beans are hard to get there, but another friend of mine managed to bring 150 with him. (I had been living where I live now for almost 4 months already, had recently moved and was back for a visit) Anyway, these were from London, and they were some of the best rolls I had ever had to date. (Although I think the situation partly contributed)
So along comes New Year's Eve . . . Me and 4 of my best friends all chilling at my friends' house. We'll call my friend Simon. So we were at Simon's house and my friends Fedya and my other friend Bob and his older brother Marcus. (all names changed, for their sake)
We had no plans for what to do for the evening . . .it was New Year's Eve 2000-2001 in moscow and we knew we would do something but we hadn't thought of anything to do. Now New Years in Moscow is a HUGE holiday, so there's TONS of people on the street, lots of parties going on, crazy crazy shit.
We go to my friends' kitchen and take out our rolls. We each decide to do around 2 or 3. So I swallow one, snort half of one, and finally convince myself to have the courage to plug one. . . He gets out his full-wall mirror and puts it on the kitchen table for the snorting, rather silly. . . So this was all around 11 pm . . . so we'd all ingested and still had no fucking clue what to do. Well we decide to just say fuck it and go to this club I knew that wouldn't be too expensive, not the best of music, but it would be a pretty good night.
Well about 2 seconds after I decide this, the snorted stuff kicks in. Now I'd been rolling more than the rest of these guys, except the older brother, but I probably had the highest tolerance among them all. So I'm like "shiiiiit, I'm rolling already!" . . . my friend's older brother says "hey, we should float you" so I'm like "yeah ok whatever" so he and simon do the airplane thing to me. ( Simon was back to back with me, with our arms interlocked, he bent over and I was lying down on his back as my legs were pulled up onto Marcus' shoulders) Bob then threw in Simon's drum n bass CD while they flailed me around in the air and I completely blew up. When they put me down I could hardly walk at all, I just kept rushing and rushing.
We went and got our taxi. (It was fucking Freezing as fuck outside, moscow and all, but I felt fucking great) I spent the entire cab ride to the club blowing up constantly and just literally yelling "Oh my GOD!" every 5 minutes. We get to the club and by now I can hardly walk. My friends manage to get me back to a somewhat normal level and we enter the club. . . Now, the music sucked ass, but then the one I swallowed kicked in. There was next to no speed in these things, so we just sat down and talked . . . then the plug kicked in and I could not move . . . but it was all in a good way. I just sat back and engulfed myself in a total world of . . . .well, ecstasy.
Well soon it became a bit too much and around 4 am or so, I had to leave the club. (actually I forgot to mention at 12, we missed the fireworks . . .we were really confused that once we got to the club, everyone started leaving and didn't realize until they all came back in that we had missed the fireworks) So my good friend Fedya decided to go with me, but the rest of them stayed because they were rolling ballz.
This is where it gets into the telepathy.
So we come outside of the club and I am immediately back in a good state of mind. The lights and the loud music was just a bit too much because I had TERRIBLE eye wiggles and I was tripping out, but we came out into this quiet, white city. (white snow, I'm not racist) It was so nice and peaceful that my friend had to yell at me to finally get me to get going and get in a cab.
We go back to the place I was staying, with some friends of mine, and find the remenants of the party they had had in their apartment . . . a few guys just hanging around and quietly talking, a few of whom I knew. In the living room, with lots of couchs and cushions and stuff, they had The Cure, playing on a rather loud system for such a small apartment, lots of bass. I never listened to The Cure before, didn't really like them, but after what happened next, I listen to them all the time.
So fedya and I laid down on the couches and decided to just forget talking and lay back, close our eyes and let ourselves get lost in the experience . . . I laid back, closed my eyes, and was whisked away . . . The music just took me into this strange state of mind, almost being able to look into every person in the world at the same time and feel happy, sad, angry, upset, confused, exhilirated, awakened, and many more feelings all at once. I wouldn't call it hallucinations, but I was sort of day dreaming about ordinary people doing ordinary things. People that I had NEVER seen before. . . a woman in the kitchen making breakfast for her kids, a guy in an office struggling to get whatever he has to get done, a guy alone on the beach, watching the sunset . . . it all moved with the music . . . sort of like a music video, my visions would zoom far into something, like the water in the beach, and then zoom out into a different scene.
Then I saw my friend standing in a line amongst a bunch of other people I had never seen before. My friend Fedya, standing there in his everyday clothes. This sorta freaked me out and I sat straight up in the couch and looked over to see fedya doing the EXACT same thing at the EXACT same time I did. We looked blankly at eachother for a few seconds before one of us said "did you just see what I saw"
And over the next few minutes we alternately explained seeing the EXACT same sort of thing. not the same people, but the same kind of visions, and then seeing eachother somewhere.
That blew me up again, and at 7 am I was rolling ballz yet again . . . then the rest of my friends got home and we spent the rest of the day doing massages, etc. like the e-tards we are
hee heeAll in all, a fucking good roll, not my best roll, but by far it was an amazing experience.
Sorry to make it so long, but it was a cool night
[NTC Edit: Changed the thread title from "Ecstasy Telepathy trip report" to "MDMA - Experenced - Telepathy" to conform with the forum guidelines]
[ 07 November 2002: Message edited by: nickthecheese ]
edit- paragraphs added for easier on the eyes
Last edited:
) have fun, and dont try, just do it.
