Pyro
Bluelighter
Title: Trying to describe LSD
Inside my chest there is an unraveling. Similar to the vision of the cyclone and it's spinning and morphing into more cyclones. It is an intense physical sensation. It is in the center of my chest, but it works its way down into my stomach and I get nausios for a moment and my face flushes and stings. I grab on to something near to me to find some stability in this intense consistant moving reality. I physically beome a movement. I move in the shape of an "S", yet I am wavy and stretch up and down slightly. "Reality is reality, just let the acid do what it does and hold on for the ride." My field of vision becomes severly distorted and smeared, yet the thought "reality has not changed" keeps my feet on the ground and ME from 'freaking out' or 'having a bad trip'. A simple message... something we should all grasp at some point "Reality is real!" Ha! here we go... again!
A brilliant flash of light that breaks apart outward to reveal the world in front of me. The outline of the flash is drawn in fractals, mathematical equations representing the life I see around me.
Then there is a cyclone, a large one inside my mind, and behind my eyes. The more I focus on it, the more real it gets until it is floating in front of my vision. I stare at it and wonder what it means, and try to define a meaning for it. As soon as I do define this meaning it morphs into a different form, this time smaller. It is as if I am zooming out and revealed to me is that this colorful spinning thing in the shape of a cyclone, is attached to other ones just like it.
First I see it attached at the top with another just like it and think, "reflection". Then there is revealed to me that there is one attached at the top (vertical), and where the top of the initial cyclone ends, there is attached one going out to the left, and one going out to the right (horizontal). As soon as I apply a definition to what I see, a four cornered spinning mass of color-cyclone that could be a star, the perspective rotates.
Revealed to me now is that there are four cyclones connected at the biggest end of the first cyclone(a cyclone has a smaller point and a bigger opening at the 'top'). Those four are horizontal, and the first one and the second one (that attaches to the top of the first one), are still there. As soon as I realize that the four are horizontal, the perspective changes so that I see they could be vertical.
Then my perspective zooms out again. This time I can bearly see the initial cyclone. Now there are many cyclones, attched together by the smaller points and the larger openings. This mass creates a pattern, and moving, pulsating pattern of spiraling color (at it's core) but now it looks similar to neurons. Hundredes of these psycadellic multi-colored (mainly reds, blues, and greens), cyclone, neuron-looking objects, linked together to form a pattern.
My perspective zooms out yet again. I see that this pattern is more focused than I thought. It spirals in, and I can bearly see the minute detail that I had seen just seconds before (the cyclones). Now they have become a very workable unit of connections that have created a spiral picture that is moving inward and outward (whichever way you wish to call it) and my perspective changes around it.
Again I zoom out. This time I think of something to invision. I want to see a tree, and these moving cyclones ammass in such a way that a tree is presented in front of my vision, in a surreal type of way. The tree isn't nearly THERE in front of me, but it is definatly in my vision. The tree is very detailed, even shadow is cast. The denser parts of the tree seem to be a higher concentration of these cyclone connections.
I become bored with this mental vision game. I blink my eyes and look out to the world around me. The cyclones are still making random patterns and bursts, but I focus through them and see that the actual land around me is moving. I see the trees vibrate in the winds. I see the sun vibrate it's rays of light. I see the vibration of my voice come out of my mouth when I say "ohhh fuck".
My voice is deeper than normal now. It is comprised of only vibrations. Faster, slower, higher-pichted, clearer-tone. Depending on what I do in my throat, and how fast I force the air out of my chest, my voice changes. Such a simple thing, but it is fun to play with. I hum to myself. A tune that I make up in my own mind, hitting notes that I feel are perfect for the current situation.
I hear the noise around me. I watch it go into my ear, and I feel my mind listen. I listen completely. I am open to influence by the world around me, but I realize how dangerous this could be in the wrong environment. Because of this realization I find out why I am so prone to auto-react to the "emotions" and "feelings" of the sounds and vibrations around me. I want to be moved, but only by things of my own choice. I discover consiousness, focus, and awareness. I am now consious of the imput around me, consious of my reactions to it. I focus on what I choose to effect me. I am aware of the things that I do not want to have their say and effect.
I breath, and thank the air for giving me life. I breath deeply, and exhale slowly. My arms are wide open, my head tilted back, and my eyes closed. I breath again, deeply. I thank whatever it is, whatever it is that caused all of this. I laugh, dance, and sing. I run and jump. I rest and reflect. I exist, and enjoy every moment of it. Be it man, god, or accident, I give thanks and absorb the infinite universe around, and within.
Tim - Pyro
Inside my chest there is an unraveling. Similar to the vision of the cyclone and it's spinning and morphing into more cyclones. It is an intense physical sensation. It is in the center of my chest, but it works its way down into my stomach and I get nausios for a moment and my face flushes and stings. I grab on to something near to me to find some stability in this intense consistant moving reality. I physically beome a movement. I move in the shape of an "S", yet I am wavy and stretch up and down slightly. "Reality is reality, just let the acid do what it does and hold on for the ride." My field of vision becomes severly distorted and smeared, yet the thought "reality has not changed" keeps my feet on the ground and ME from 'freaking out' or 'having a bad trip'. A simple message... something we should all grasp at some point "Reality is real!" Ha! here we go... again!
A brilliant flash of light that breaks apart outward to reveal the world in front of me. The outline of the flash is drawn in fractals, mathematical equations representing the life I see around me.
Then there is a cyclone, a large one inside my mind, and behind my eyes. The more I focus on it, the more real it gets until it is floating in front of my vision. I stare at it and wonder what it means, and try to define a meaning for it. As soon as I do define this meaning it morphs into a different form, this time smaller. It is as if I am zooming out and revealed to me is that this colorful spinning thing in the shape of a cyclone, is attached to other ones just like it.
First I see it attached at the top with another just like it and think, "reflection". Then there is revealed to me that there is one attached at the top (vertical), and where the top of the initial cyclone ends, there is attached one going out to the left, and one going out to the right (horizontal). As soon as I apply a definition to what I see, a four cornered spinning mass of color-cyclone that could be a star, the perspective rotates.
Revealed to me now is that there are four cyclones connected at the biggest end of the first cyclone(a cyclone has a smaller point and a bigger opening at the 'top'). Those four are horizontal, and the first one and the second one (that attaches to the top of the first one), are still there. As soon as I realize that the four are horizontal, the perspective changes so that I see they could be vertical.
Then my perspective zooms out again. This time I can bearly see the initial cyclone. Now there are many cyclones, attched together by the smaller points and the larger openings. This mass creates a pattern, and moving, pulsating pattern of spiraling color (at it's core) but now it looks similar to neurons. Hundredes of these psycadellic multi-colored (mainly reds, blues, and greens), cyclone, neuron-looking objects, linked together to form a pattern.
My perspective zooms out yet again. I see that this pattern is more focused than I thought. It spirals in, and I can bearly see the minute detail that I had seen just seconds before (the cyclones). Now they have become a very workable unit of connections that have created a spiral picture that is moving inward and outward (whichever way you wish to call it) and my perspective changes around it.
Again I zoom out. This time I think of something to invision. I want to see a tree, and these moving cyclones ammass in such a way that a tree is presented in front of my vision, in a surreal type of way. The tree isn't nearly THERE in front of me, but it is definatly in my vision. The tree is very detailed, even shadow is cast. The denser parts of the tree seem to be a higher concentration of these cyclone connections.
I become bored with this mental vision game. I blink my eyes and look out to the world around me. The cyclones are still making random patterns and bursts, but I focus through them and see that the actual land around me is moving. I see the trees vibrate in the winds. I see the sun vibrate it's rays of light. I see the vibration of my voice come out of my mouth when I say "ohhh fuck".
My voice is deeper than normal now. It is comprised of only vibrations. Faster, slower, higher-pichted, clearer-tone. Depending on what I do in my throat, and how fast I force the air out of my chest, my voice changes. Such a simple thing, but it is fun to play with. I hum to myself. A tune that I make up in my own mind, hitting notes that I feel are perfect for the current situation.
I hear the noise around me. I watch it go into my ear, and I feel my mind listen. I listen completely. I am open to influence by the world around me, but I realize how dangerous this could be in the wrong environment. Because of this realization I find out why I am so prone to auto-react to the "emotions" and "feelings" of the sounds and vibrations around me. I want to be moved, but only by things of my own choice. I discover consiousness, focus, and awareness. I am now consious of the imput around me, consious of my reactions to it. I focus on what I choose to effect me. I am aware of the things that I do not want to have their say and effect.
I breath, and thank the air for giving me life. I breath deeply, and exhale slowly. My arms are wide open, my head tilted back, and my eyes closed. I breath again, deeply. I thank whatever it is, whatever it is that caused all of this. I laugh, dance, and sing. I run and jump. I rest and reflect. I exist, and enjoy every moment of it. Be it man, god, or accident, I give thanks and absorb the infinite universe around, and within.
Tim - Pyro
