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An Informative Stroll Through the Labyrinth of the Self Options
 
easyrider
#1 Posted : 4/12/2011 7:27:50 PM

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Preface:

This is a concise documentation of the experienced mind-escapade based on the frantic, semi-coherent notes written during the trip. I personally feel as though total elaboration on various themes mentioned is not doable because of their deep, personalized aspects. I also will not bother with time stamps in great detail because every episode occurred mellifluously. This event occurred on the date of 03/18/2011 and was typed the following day.

The Entrée:

Ten blotter tabs of LSD, consisting of an estimated six hundred fifty micrograms, plopped on the tongue for an approximate twenty minutes to dissolve thoroughly, and subsequently ingested anxiously on a sunny, cloudless spring morning.

The Trip:

The first signs of a coming epoch make their presence known as a unique tingling of the face surfaces and disperses throughout the body; a spirited chill is followed momentarily as this powerful zest overcomes every fibre of my being. I patiently anticipate this delightful plague to infect my mind, and in doing so, prisms of color appear miraculously with the aid of the glory of the sun's rays. Colors and sounds of the every day begin to harmoniously intertwine and fluctuate, as they constantly distort in agreement with their own dynamic nature. The depths of shadows are now visible and bold outlines of every entity are discernible. A rigorous, analytical outlook accompanies my slowly-forming, maniacal grins and chortles. The vigour which my being has succumbed to is now taking an overwhelming toll.. I wanted to seize, I wanted to be! I was just a wave of sheer energy reverberating with other sources of energy on one colossal wavelength. It was as though one had left the framework of reality and transcended into the spiritual realm.

Jerking motions of the body and the increasing tenseness act as a sort of primitive ritual in order to proceed into the depths of the self. Tinges of mauve transpired from the neighborhood's black cats; moreover, they took on the form of the revered cats of ancient Egypt with their apparent divinity. Three hours in as I was peaking, surreal dramatizations of determinism were recurring in my mind. An infinite amount of unwoven acts stemmed from one initial act on a grandiose web. Sociopolitical ideologies of every range and scope transformed into pure satire and things took on a Kafkaesque character. Left, Right, Forward! Left, Right, Forward! The essence of humanity was revealing itself to be a poor joke, and even though man has come a long way, he/she was still a primitive carnivore. Upon reflection of my countenance, I couldn't help but realize that I was a composition of stained, cursed genes violating my genus and the supreme family tree of humanity. Two inevitable paths to living arose: the optimistic approach to limitedness, or the pessimistic approach to limitedness. Coming down, there was a period of serene retrospection and an aura similar to the calm before the storm permeated around my presence.

Epilogue:

It makes sense now that philosophical themes were prevalent during my trip, as it is my current discipline. I am still working on integrating this experience with my disposition, but I feel as though a vital message was sent forth from my subconscious. A message which only I can resonate with and continually work with as I relate it to previous experiences and future actions. It was an outstanding trip for my second time, however, my impression is that I have fulfilled my carnal desires for the time being and won't be needing LSD for a while. I felt as though it were my duty to share this experience, which could help out another soul.
"'Most men will not swιm before they are able to.' Is not that witty? Naturally, they won't swιm! They are born for the solid earth, not for the water. And naturally they won't think. They are made for life, not for thought. Yes, and he who thinks, what's more, he who makes thought his business, he may go far in it, but he has bartered the solid earth for the water all the same, and one day he will drown."

— Hermann Hesse
 

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