Vintage Audiocide
Bluelighter
Not enough room for a title.
I was not the most experienced during this trip. It was some thirty years ago. I promise you, however, that every detail is painfully revisited.
This should go in the dark side because of subject matter, but I got a lot from the experience.
During one particular warmish summer day I was preparing to go on a vacation to the Rockies with my good friend. I could carry nothing but was promised much, and I had done a lot of tripping over the summer. So I was in supply.
Realizing that some of what I had could be spent then and there, I took advantage. At about 17.30 I took four squares of gelatin LSD (very transparent gel squares, unlike any I had seen before at this point) and waited maybe five minutes, and then dosed with what I estimate to be closer to 300 - 320mg mescaline powder in a glass of grape juice. The guy who I obtained it from said he got it from 35g of plant matter, if that matters.
Then I went out to work on an older Ford fullsize truck that belonged to my neighbor. I brought with me a small handful of psilocybin mushrooms.
After about an hour of fucking with removing the transmission and bell housing, I realized there was no way I could get out the clutch assembly without becoming distracted. So I stood up and ate the (what I later figured up to be) 4 grams of cubensis. This was probably at T+1:15.
Suddenly I come up with a bright idea. It's a full moon tonight. Why not walk alongside the river? For those who know Missouri, the river is the Huzzah Creek. It's beautifully clear and spring-fed cold.
So we move to the scene of me walking along this river, two hours after coming up with the idea. This might be around T+3:30. I have been watching the river, and I begin to notice many pairs of eyes form under the surface. So I deicide to try and avoid those thoughts.
At this point I am doing the wrong thing. I am walking and wondering what it would be like to go through a bad trip while on three seperate psychedelics like this. Big mistake.
As I walked into the woods to find the logging road my home was on at the time, it completely came alive. The trip felt as if everything really started hitting hard at the same time. The moonlight pouring through the trees with their leaves still on left a raining effect, and my vision was in very intense and bright colors. I could look anywhere, and there was a person behind a tree or a large, dark shape moving near me in the woods.
Now some people say they can ignore that, but you have never been faced with the fact that you are a mile or so away from the nearest house, tripping your balls off, with no tools of survival on you whatsoever.
So I head back for the river. I get back to it and for about thirty minutes just watch the water, since I sort of forgot which direction I came from.
I have never been frozen with fear save for both this night and the day I hear that my first vehicle ever was lost on the second day of having it.
Watching the water, I saw many faces swimming about in it. The Huzzah is very deep, and playing with that fact in my mind was the mescaline. It amplified the idea of depth and soon enough I found twenty-foot sctreaures rearing their whole bodies out of the water. I heard many distant and painful hisses and bellows. It was at this point that I felt as though I was actually entering a part of my mind I was never supposed to.
As my feet came down to hit this patch of gravel or that, everything slowed down. Something pulled me back, held me from escaping. It was the trees, as they turned into silhouettes of fires, black wisps floating int othe sky. The wisps formed many winged creatures that flew around in the air above me.
They slowly crumbled, and with that the rive next to me began beding and waving and convulsing as if ready to heave itself onto its banks. Waves that were over my head rippled downstream the river, and great airy and echoey flashes of sound filled my mind. As I continued to run, things became so slow that I could feel myself controlling muscle movement and the aiming of my legs as they extended in front of me.
Then my thoughts came to what I saw ahead. It was a very bright pinpoint of light, and I knew instantly that this was where those waves were going.
For the light.
So I ran for it. That light was my only safety. My heart felt like it was nearly exploding. My hair felt as if it slowly grew longer, and the cool night air on my face felt almost frozen as my sweat streaked across my face. I could hear many people behind me chanting of the death of mind.
I dare not look back, I told myself. But I stopped running. I felt my soul collide with the front of me, held in place by my physical body. I turned around and many were there. Heads came out of the trees near me, lowly creatures with human faces crawled out of the river, and across the river, many eyes glared at me judgementally.
So I stumbled backward, noticing the creatures crawling all around me like circling cats. I fell and looked into the sky. The stars themselves burned the night and flew around the sky as if crazed. They streaked into the earth's atmosphere and I watched them explode against the collision. They were coming down. This was it.
I scrambled back up out of the cold gravel and ran back towards the light. It grew stronger, and its rays warmed my face. This light, this last hope will keep away the evils of my mind. As the people n the trees reached out for me, I reached out for the fire.
And it seemed like I ran for hours. I never reached the light, it felt like. But I kept running. The feeling of endlessness of this is so indescribable it's unreal. And finally, the light took on an orange glow. The world around me was on fire, but the fire welcomed me in a way that seemed to calm me down.
It turned out that I ended up standing in my backyard, soaked with sweat, standing next to a fire, watching it spout up and spill onto the ground, as the creatures retreated into the woods.
The security we get from a home, that we find in a dwelling, is so important that there is nothing to replace it.
I learned that well.
--mic
I was not the most experienced during this trip. It was some thirty years ago. I promise you, however, that every detail is painfully revisited.
This should go in the dark side because of subject matter, but I got a lot from the experience.
During one particular warmish summer day I was preparing to go on a vacation to the Rockies with my good friend. I could carry nothing but was promised much, and I had done a lot of tripping over the summer. So I was in supply.
Realizing that some of what I had could be spent then and there, I took advantage. At about 17.30 I took four squares of gelatin LSD (very transparent gel squares, unlike any I had seen before at this point) and waited maybe five minutes, and then dosed with what I estimate to be closer to 300 - 320mg mescaline powder in a glass of grape juice. The guy who I obtained it from said he got it from 35g of plant matter, if that matters.
Then I went out to work on an older Ford fullsize truck that belonged to my neighbor. I brought with me a small handful of psilocybin mushrooms.
After about an hour of fucking with removing the transmission and bell housing, I realized there was no way I could get out the clutch assembly without becoming distracted. So I stood up and ate the (what I later figured up to be) 4 grams of cubensis. This was probably at T+1:15.
Suddenly I come up with a bright idea. It's a full moon tonight. Why not walk alongside the river? For those who know Missouri, the river is the Huzzah Creek. It's beautifully clear and spring-fed cold.
So we move to the scene of me walking along this river, two hours after coming up with the idea. This might be around T+3:30. I have been watching the river, and I begin to notice many pairs of eyes form under the surface. So I deicide to try and avoid those thoughts.
At this point I am doing the wrong thing. I am walking and wondering what it would be like to go through a bad trip while on three seperate psychedelics like this. Big mistake.
As I walked into the woods to find the logging road my home was on at the time, it completely came alive. The trip felt as if everything really started hitting hard at the same time. The moonlight pouring through the trees with their leaves still on left a raining effect, and my vision was in very intense and bright colors. I could look anywhere, and there was a person behind a tree or a large, dark shape moving near me in the woods.
Now some people say they can ignore that, but you have never been faced with the fact that you are a mile or so away from the nearest house, tripping your balls off, with no tools of survival on you whatsoever.
So I head back for the river. I get back to it and for about thirty minutes just watch the water, since I sort of forgot which direction I came from.
I have never been frozen with fear save for both this night and the day I hear that my first vehicle ever was lost on the second day of having it.
Watching the water, I saw many faces swimming about in it. The Huzzah is very deep, and playing with that fact in my mind was the mescaline. It amplified the idea of depth and soon enough I found twenty-foot sctreaures rearing their whole bodies out of the water. I heard many distant and painful hisses and bellows. It was at this point that I felt as though I was actually entering a part of my mind I was never supposed to.
As my feet came down to hit this patch of gravel or that, everything slowed down. Something pulled me back, held me from escaping. It was the trees, as they turned into silhouettes of fires, black wisps floating int othe sky. The wisps formed many winged creatures that flew around in the air above me.
They slowly crumbled, and with that the rive next to me began beding and waving and convulsing as if ready to heave itself onto its banks. Waves that were over my head rippled downstream the river, and great airy and echoey flashes of sound filled my mind. As I continued to run, things became so slow that I could feel myself controlling muscle movement and the aiming of my legs as they extended in front of me.
Then my thoughts came to what I saw ahead. It was a very bright pinpoint of light, and I knew instantly that this was where those waves were going.
For the light.
So I ran for it. That light was my only safety. My heart felt like it was nearly exploding. My hair felt as if it slowly grew longer, and the cool night air on my face felt almost frozen as my sweat streaked across my face. I could hear many people behind me chanting of the death of mind.
I dare not look back, I told myself. But I stopped running. I felt my soul collide with the front of me, held in place by my physical body. I turned around and many were there. Heads came out of the trees near me, lowly creatures with human faces crawled out of the river, and across the river, many eyes glared at me judgementally.
So I stumbled backward, noticing the creatures crawling all around me like circling cats. I fell and looked into the sky. The stars themselves burned the night and flew around the sky as if crazed. They streaked into the earth's atmosphere and I watched them explode against the collision. They were coming down. This was it.
I scrambled back up out of the cold gravel and ran back towards the light. It grew stronger, and its rays warmed my face. This light, this last hope will keep away the evils of my mind. As the people n the trees reached out for me, I reached out for the fire.
And it seemed like I ran for hours. I never reached the light, it felt like. But I kept running. The feeling of endlessness of this is so indescribable it's unreal. And finally, the light took on an orange glow. The world around me was on fire, but the fire welcomed me in a way that seemed to calm me down.
It turned out that I ended up standing in my backyard, soaked with sweat, standing next to a fire, watching it spout up and spill onto the ground, as the creatures retreated into the woods.
The security we get from a home, that we find in a dwelling, is so important that there is nothing to replace it.
I learned that well.
--mic
