Sorry folks, the trip blew my mind. But I returned from Spain into a hailstorm of work. So this is the first time I have found to give the trip report.
I did LSD for the first time in Spain, In a villa with views of the sea and Gibraltar. I had also invited a friend, Luis, he was also going to be tripping for the first time. I had some DMT as well. This was going to be a double cheery buster for Luis. LSD and DMT, what a hero, but a strong willed character. I knew he would be alright.
My LSD trip, might have been classed as bad in a way. A dread feeling was installed early on due to a sudden and unexpected musical crescendo. This took hold of the chest and constricted for a while.
Don't think of pink elephants, doh pink elephants..
The dread was hard to shake. I talked it through with Luis though. Focussed on him telling me about his first DMT trip the other night. A truly magical experience. It grounded me.
We sat on the balcony, Gibraltar became a pirate ship and then the Titanic. A thunderstorm over Africa, lighting up the soon to be stricken ship. The voodoo palm trees dancing along to the Beatles.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Then we began exploring. Finding new worlds scattered throughout the villa. Only Kitchen World remained off limits. For that is where the Kitchen people live and are not to be trusted.
We stepped in and out of pictures and danced around carpet horses. We amazed at talking to each other through the mirror. Reality warped through the mystical qualities of reflection world.
We met rocks and discussed, whether artist Christian, painter of the green fabric picture, really understood the meaning of life.
We marvelled at the stars and the man in the moon, using the binoculars to actually bring us closer to spy on them.
We had our quiet time, apart.
So introspective, but in such a good way. I wanted to face some deamons, find some strengths, visiting some long lost loves.
I was building these cathedrals of thoughts in my head. Thoughts become crystal rainbows shooting through my mind.
I travelled back in time and was with my father again, memories I had begun to lose immediately after his death when I was 8. The decay 31 one years later so hard to bear. It is like living with Alzheimer's and knowing that you have it, but still feel the symptoms, never escaping from the fact that you can't remember.
I focused on my bad qualities, faced them down. Don't be such a arse and grumpy git all the time. And what an intellectual snob I was not listening to others views, not being engaging, hating social gatherings for fear of talking to the less intelligent.
How I push my mother away, blame her for not letting me say goodbye when the end was near. Not knowing that these where going to be the final few months that I'll have. If I'd just known, I could have tried to remember harder.
In her own way trying to protect me from harm, but causing so much of it. Reality changed overnight, and nobody warned me that it even could.
Writing this brings me to tears again, but it is still so cleaning. My mother lost him too. She suffers as do I, now recently losing her second husband again to cancer. I realise how much she had to go through, how much his death would go on to define her as much as it did me. How we never quite found peace afterwards, stumbling through life still carrying his soul around with us.
There were times when I was afraid to be alone, and I called Luis up to be with me. We sat in front of an open fire, 4 o'clock in the morning, and just talked through complex concepts. How we could change the world with just love. If people really understood and accepted each others ideas, learnt their truth, gave theirs. We would just know how special we are, how much we are one with our planet, how connected we are to all life.
Peace would be the only state we could survive in after that.
I got anxious, but having a friend there, another human. Man that felt good. Makes you know that we equal. That we need each other, that love is the only thing that matters. Luis actually massaged my tension away from my shoulders, brought me back. Was a friend when I needed one the most.
And then the sun came up, showering gold onto the world. It was coming to an end and peace was reached.
The DMT touch was added. 30 mg smoked through a vapbong , so spiritual, sublime, God flew along side me. We were eagles soaring in the valley of life, catching the updraughts of souls as they ascended to heaven. Ludovico Einaudi
Farewell to the past from Dr Zhivago guiding us through the air. When the shaman
sang all knowledge became known.
Peace rained through my soul.
Sleep for but a moment and then life came back crashing in. We awoke to sun and vigour.
The fatigue of the trip not showing, we went to the spa and massaged, washed and cleansed it away before it had time to catch us.
It's good to be alive.
I like to make things up, everything above is made up and not real, it is a story for my own amusement. Sorry if you felt mislead.
I normally have to edit my posts within a couple of minutes for prose, spelling and grammar. Just to let you know.