silverwheel
Bluelighter
I had my first only two weeks before, and was eagerly anticipating the second. Like the first, I was at a particular friend's house, and the cast of characters remained consistent.
Then it diverged. Two grams, which took a while to hit us, came with power when they did (It also may be worth noting that this was from a single plant which weighed four grams by itself-quite a power). The environment was dimly lit, and the building was quite old, with many imperfections in the walls. Beginning with a spin of "In the Court of the Crmison King," the effects were strong and disorienting. By the end of the album, my tie to reality had become rather tenuous.
In addition, my energy level went consistently downward, as opposed to my first trip when I became filled with energy and joy. As a result, I wasn't in the best of states. I had a lot of pent-up frustration brewing through the day, and they started to spill in my outlook. About two hours in, I began listening to Radiohead's "Amnesiac," a fascinating album under the influence, but also quite frightening this time. As I lay on the floor, the celing began to deveop faces and voices, and the floors and walls began to lose their shapes. Looking at my arms, they were appearing to be floating in water, with the tiniest hairs blowing with the current. I detached more and more from my environment, and blackness permeated my vision, literally and figuratively. After three hours, this was veering too close to "bad trip" territory, so I decided to go to bed. Soon after closing my eyes, my imagination took off with its own visions, using sexuality as a tool of intimidation and fear.
I became more terrified by this. Failing to fight it off, I simply tried to make it through.
And when I woke, I was different. Not a birth, but definitely a new womb of comfort. As the vision completed, I became aware of peace again, and the fears dissolved. I still had my knowledge of them, but they no longer held me.
And I liked this knowledge. Upon full waking in the morning, I felt scarred, yet also glad that I had gone through it.
Then it diverged. Two grams, which took a while to hit us, came with power when they did (It also may be worth noting that this was from a single plant which weighed four grams by itself-quite a power). The environment was dimly lit, and the building was quite old, with many imperfections in the walls. Beginning with a spin of "In the Court of the Crmison King," the effects were strong and disorienting. By the end of the album, my tie to reality had become rather tenuous.
In addition, my energy level went consistently downward, as opposed to my first trip when I became filled with energy and joy. As a result, I wasn't in the best of states. I had a lot of pent-up frustration brewing through the day, and they started to spill in my outlook. About two hours in, I began listening to Radiohead's "Amnesiac," a fascinating album under the influence, but also quite frightening this time. As I lay on the floor, the celing began to deveop faces and voices, and the floors and walls began to lose their shapes. Looking at my arms, they were appearing to be floating in water, with the tiniest hairs blowing with the current. I detached more and more from my environment, and blackness permeated my vision, literally and figuratively. After three hours, this was veering too close to "bad trip" territory, so I decided to go to bed. Soon after closing my eyes, my imagination took off with its own visions, using sexuality as a tool of intimidation and fear.
I became more terrified by this. Failing to fight it off, I simply tried to make it through.
And when I woke, I was different. Not a birth, but definitely a new womb of comfort. As the vision completed, I became aware of peace again, and the fears dissolved. I still had my knowledge of them, but they no longer held me.
And I liked this knowledge. Upon full waking in the morning, I felt scarred, yet also glad that I had gone through it.
