Dieselboy "Rocked my Bells"
For the last couple years I've been a rather moderate drug user, usually consuming only the threshold amount of any given substance. Lately I've begun to delve into the higher plateaus of psychedilc drugs, in an attempt to find answers to some questions I've had about life.
I'm not insane, just a little skewed. I exist in a reality which little of society matters, only life, love, family, and friends. At the moment I can do drugs because currently I'm a dependent. But within the next few years things will change. World powers will shift and disappear, people will be reborn as one spirit, and power shall be restored to our mother, Terra.
Enough of the intro, here's the report:
December 14, 2001
The weekend begins with preparations for the next days big event, Rock the Bells, a DnB party with Dieselboy headlining. After getting the ticks from the local wreck shop, we stop by the local drug store and pick up a couple bottles of Vick's 44 which came with free vapo-rub.
We head to CP's (Crack Pipe, my friend) house 2 blaze a bit. After an hour or 2, with our dealer still asleep, I decide to drink some robo (as my friends have already ingested approx. 1/2 1/8 of boom-booms). As I walk out to the car to grab my bag, a chill wind blows. I look up to see dark clouds coming from the east. Suddenly everything is surreal, as if I was already tripping. I know something's 2 come of this weekend.
I drink the bottle, and friends and I chill rest of night, memories of last spring's Cid-Fest still kicking fresh in our minds(I'll probably post some reports of Cid-Fest later). The night rolls on like anyother friday night, and I head home around 1:30 in the am.
Decmber 15, 2001
The big day. Most of the light hours are spent killing time till doors open at 7:30. I hitch a ride with some of my older friends who just started partying.
Party has the best set up I've seen.
Screens against back wall on balcony.
Lasers between screens on balcony floor.
DJ under lasers.
Two twenty foot tall walls of sound to each side of DJ.
Downstairs a little sparse with DJ, one green laser, and OK sound.
DJ Tease spinning uplifting trance on arrival, good stuff(Wishing Well Prod.).
Most of night till 1 is spent doing K in the bathroom. Still can't get over stupidity of most party kids(sorry not very PLUR but TRUE)
After much trading of Blue Super and Mollie Powder pills, we earn enough money to pay for our 1/4 of booms, and still have 3 free Mollies and 1/2 g of K.
December 16, 2001
With an hour till Dieselboy, T and I eat an 1/8 each. We trade a Molly for another 1/8, and we split it.
After 1/2 hour I start to feel the shrooms over the K. I grab my blanket and move to the back wall where there's room to lay out. T looks at me odd for just walking up and laying a blanket out in front of strangers, but I'm like "Chill T, it's a party, relax." So we're chillin, staring at green lasers on wall, and I start to notice prisms at the center of my vision getting stronger.
MC J-Messianian comes out to start pumping the crowd for Dieselboy, so T and I move back to our group along the side wall. I lay my blanket out, set my bag down, and begin to raise my etheric nrg. Trippin pretty hard by now. Heavy colors, auditory sensitivity, increased body heat, and extreme time dilation. Scratch time dilation, it was more like eternity, time existed all at once.
As Dieselboy begins his set a very, very wide-eyed female next to me asks if she can hold my hand(2 dark 4 her I guess). After the big opener her boyfriend shows up and she releases her vice grip.
From here an hour & 1/2 of sheer spiritual exuberance occurs. The sound of the jungle drums, with the howls of monkeys, and crashing of thunder moves my body in ways I never thought possible. Acoustical extacy, physical nirvana, and spiritual bliss all at once. Simply the best high I've ever experienced. Didn't even feel inebriated, felt like rest of my life should be lived on that level. And it should, life could not get better, I saw the world in crystal clarity, heard all the sounds of the party, felt every nerve in my body crackling with energy.
As I listened, I began to understand the music as a language. I began to predict it's words before they were said, like a Bible passage I had memorized. It said that life should be lived to the fullest rapture possible and that through this we will learn the meaning of human existence and where we came from. The jungle. By living in true harmony with nature and technology we can live in true peace and enlightenment.
After the set no other music can compare to the jungle spirit of Dieselboy, actually didn't even sound like music just noise.
As I'm walking through the silence between one of the sets I hear the whistle posse going back and forth on the balcony, and it hits me, the secret language of the junglists(sorry can't reveal it, if you're meant to know it you'll figure it out).
After a couple hours we decide to leave so a score a quick sack-o-buds for the ride.
On the way home I'm talking to my female friend and I start to notice that I've been making very off-handed comments, and just being a bastard in general. I come to the conclusion that it's because of underlying resentment that I have fallen from the level I was at during Dieselboy, and I was angry at the world in general for not being as good as it could be. I quickly apologized and sat in introspective silence for the rest of the ride home.
That's it, my first trip report a lot of the details and some of the insights have been left out, but I've got a test in the morning so I'll probably post something tomorrow.
Thanks for listening.
P*L*U*R
For the last couple years I've been a rather moderate drug user, usually consuming only the threshold amount of any given substance. Lately I've begun to delve into the higher plateaus of psychedilc drugs, in an attempt to find answers to some questions I've had about life.
I'm not insane, just a little skewed. I exist in a reality which little of society matters, only life, love, family, and friends. At the moment I can do drugs because currently I'm a dependent. But within the next few years things will change. World powers will shift and disappear, people will be reborn as one spirit, and power shall be restored to our mother, Terra.
Enough of the intro, here's the report:
December 14, 2001
The weekend begins with preparations for the next days big event, Rock the Bells, a DnB party with Dieselboy headlining. After getting the ticks from the local wreck shop, we stop by the local drug store and pick up a couple bottles of Vick's 44 which came with free vapo-rub.
We head to CP's (Crack Pipe, my friend) house 2 blaze a bit. After an hour or 2, with our dealer still asleep, I decide to drink some robo (as my friends have already ingested approx. 1/2 1/8 of boom-booms). As I walk out to the car to grab my bag, a chill wind blows. I look up to see dark clouds coming from the east. Suddenly everything is surreal, as if I was already tripping. I know something's 2 come of this weekend.
I drink the bottle, and friends and I chill rest of night, memories of last spring's Cid-Fest still kicking fresh in our minds(I'll probably post some reports of Cid-Fest later). The night rolls on like anyother friday night, and I head home around 1:30 in the am.
Decmber 15, 2001
The big day. Most of the light hours are spent killing time till doors open at 7:30. I hitch a ride with some of my older friends who just started partying.
Party has the best set up I've seen.
Screens against back wall on balcony.
Lasers between screens on balcony floor.
DJ under lasers.
Two twenty foot tall walls of sound to each side of DJ.
Downstairs a little sparse with DJ, one green laser, and OK sound.
DJ Tease spinning uplifting trance on arrival, good stuff(Wishing Well Prod.).
Most of night till 1 is spent doing K in the bathroom. Still can't get over stupidity of most party kids(sorry not very PLUR but TRUE)
After much trading of Blue Super and Mollie Powder pills, we earn enough money to pay for our 1/4 of booms, and still have 3 free Mollies and 1/2 g of K.
December 16, 2001
With an hour till Dieselboy, T and I eat an 1/8 each. We trade a Molly for another 1/8, and we split it.
After 1/2 hour I start to feel the shrooms over the K. I grab my blanket and move to the back wall where there's room to lay out. T looks at me odd for just walking up and laying a blanket out in front of strangers, but I'm like "Chill T, it's a party, relax." So we're chillin, staring at green lasers on wall, and I start to notice prisms at the center of my vision getting stronger.
MC J-Messianian comes out to start pumping the crowd for Dieselboy, so T and I move back to our group along the side wall. I lay my blanket out, set my bag down, and begin to raise my etheric nrg. Trippin pretty hard by now. Heavy colors, auditory sensitivity, increased body heat, and extreme time dilation. Scratch time dilation, it was more like eternity, time existed all at once.
As Dieselboy begins his set a very, very wide-eyed female next to me asks if she can hold my hand(2 dark 4 her I guess). After the big opener her boyfriend shows up and she releases her vice grip.
From here an hour & 1/2 of sheer spiritual exuberance occurs. The sound of the jungle drums, with the howls of monkeys, and crashing of thunder moves my body in ways I never thought possible. Acoustical extacy, physical nirvana, and spiritual bliss all at once. Simply the best high I've ever experienced. Didn't even feel inebriated, felt like rest of my life should be lived on that level. And it should, life could not get better, I saw the world in crystal clarity, heard all the sounds of the party, felt every nerve in my body crackling with energy.
As I listened, I began to understand the music as a language. I began to predict it's words before they were said, like a Bible passage I had memorized. It said that life should be lived to the fullest rapture possible and that through this we will learn the meaning of human existence and where we came from. The jungle. By living in true harmony with nature and technology we can live in true peace and enlightenment.
After the set no other music can compare to the jungle spirit of Dieselboy, actually didn't even sound like music just noise.
As I'm walking through the silence between one of the sets I hear the whistle posse going back and forth on the balcony, and it hits me, the secret language of the junglists(sorry can't reveal it, if you're meant to know it you'll figure it out).
After a couple hours we decide to leave so a score a quick sack-o-buds for the ride.
On the way home I'm talking to my female friend and I start to notice that I've been making very off-handed comments, and just being a bastard in general. I come to the conclusion that it's because of underlying resentment that I have fallen from the level I was at during Dieselboy, and I was angry at the world in general for not being as good as it could be. I quickly apologized and sat in introspective silence for the rest of the ride home.
That's it, my first trip report a lot of the details and some of the insights have been left out, but I've got a test in the morning so I'll probably post something tomorrow.
Thanks for listening.
P*L*U*R
