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FLYING ON UNIVERSAL CUTRENTS OVER A BUZZING LANDSCAPE OF MIND
Setting. My own home. By myself (two sweet dogs). Pleasant weather, 50-100% humidity, 50-70*F outside. Vegetable garden, west facing private porch.
Set: Several weeks of focusing my meditation sessions on consciousness and mind, specifically the hidden gulf between the two, in preparation for this day. I am healthy, no acute illness or injury. 42 yoa, M.
Dosages are approximate and as accurate as I think one can be w/o a lab and xtals. This bottle is higher than average strength LSD. Tested with Ehlrich and Marquis and black light.
100ug +0:00
100ug +1:00
100ug +2:15
0.1g Cannabis. smoked +15:00
This is a report of a recent experience with LSD taken alone, at my home. I spent my first day of preparation cleaning clutter, doing dishes and laundry, changing bed sheets and shampooing carpets. Lawns were mowed, gardens were tended to, children's toys were collected from their various landing places. In the evening I ate a large salad with pickled vegetables and carbonated water which I feasted on for a couple of hours. I showered, meditated and went to sleep early. On day two I slept in as late as I felt I wanted to (a rare occurrence in this stage of my life) and proceeded with scrubbing counters and cabinets and mopping floors, cleaning from behind appliances and de-griming corners. I ate a large lunch of pasta and tomatoes and skipped dinner. I climbed into bed early and meditated before drifting off to sleep.
Day three. Up at 0500 to greet the still dark world and still sleeping dogs. I take my first dose and hop in the shower. Put on comfy clothes and sit on my carpet and prepare for some meditation. After about an hour I take my second dose and begin to notice some of the initial physical effects: Occasional yawns and deep breaths take me by surprise, there is a small lump in my throat and I have that not terribly uncomfortable sick feeling in the top of my belly which seems to come with doses above 20ug for me. I am warm but do not want to take off my sweater. I return to my cushion and return to meditation.
The experience of opening my eyes, traveling to another room for a second dose and returning to my cushion seems to have allowed for a markedly different mediation experience. I was very distracted for much of the next hour and spent much time in a state of glorious glee as I sat with my consciousness separate from my mind which was now buzzing with the intensity of a massive beehive. My brain was like a boggle cube being rattled with a comical incessancy but I was effortlessly able to acknowledge all of it's business simultaneously and sit in peaceful observation of it for long stretches. In meditation while not under the influence I invariably take each thought or wandering of the mind one distraction at a time. Today my mind was exploding with thoughts and thought fragments like an infinite bundle of fire crackers detonating in an enclosed space. Thoughts were not even considered, or labeled or even observed individually. I was observing the working of my entire mind as a whole from a separate place. Occasionally I was surprised and overcome by the urge to giggle deeply and did so; this giggle was supremely distracting.
I rose and went for my third dose, returned to my seat on the floor slowly, appreciating the swirling visions which are visible only in these sacred states. The tiles of my kitchen were windows on the surface of beige swirling galaxies, the blue patterned curtains rotated and rose in three dimensions, forming faces of imagined historical figures and fruit. Attempts to return to my meditative state were unsuccessful at this time, the CEV were overwhelming in their complexity and colorations. Black and white striped swirling spiraled branches formed impossible shapes which weaved in and out of themselves. Grids of mechanized labyrinths shifted with each change of attention and seemed to be infinite fractals themselves; square hinged switches upon switches turning from position A to position B in coordinated fashion. I stayed on the floor with my eyes closed for quite some time until I decided to stand up and move around; I heard a bird sing from outside and wanted some fresh air.
I stood and opened my eyes to a confounding and startling scene. The bookshelf before me sagged suddenly towards the slopping wood floor upon which it stood. I blinked hard and shook my head, the tracers blurred my perspective and the bookshelf refused to stand at attention. the shelves were drooping so dramatically that they should have passed right through the floor, or at least puddled up on its surface. But they didn't. There was some extra dimensional phenomenon happening where the space in front of me was somehow enlarged to accept these hallucinations without disrupting the constant planes of floor and wall. It was fascinating, as these things often are, but startling as I had been sitting with my eyes closed for so long and did not ease myself into this state of potent OEV.
I meandered out to the garden and marveled at the impossible beauty of my stand of pea vines. They appeared to be about 25 feet tall. The symmetrical purple and white flowers glowed translucent against the blue sky. I plucked a young pod with my vulgar-looking fingers and opened it delicately. The tiny peas were lined up and secure. They had never before seen the sun. They had never before bathed in the fresh ocean air. They had never before been eaten. And I ate them. They were sweet and wet and brought to my attention how stiff and dry my mouth had become this morning. I took some pictures and made a mental note to get myself some water. As if my desire to get some water was a telepathic signal to the heavens, it began to rain lightly.
The blue sky spit on my bald head from a passing cloud and I stretched my arms out and arched my back and turned my face up into the rain and, for a moment, attempted embrace the kamikaze droplets as fully as possible. It was cold. And far less comfortable than being dry. I giggled at the rain's ordinariness and at myself for expecting anything less than chilly discomfort from standing in rain when its barely 60 degrees out. I retreated back to my carpet and sat for some more meditation.
It is about 5 hours into the journey now and the OEV are intense. I will not describe most of them in this report thought I want to add for posterity sake that the visual games being played by my yellow and white carpet currently hold the place of one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed. I feel that writing about it in exhaustive detail would cheapen the experience and really fail to serve the purpose of accurate description; suffice to say that it was magical and gorgeous. The most incredible lattice of beauty, weaving in glittering spiraled rods rising up to the celling. I later teared up when spoke with my wife; I remarked to her that I had watched the most beautiful piece of artwork I have ever seen dance across the room. This bit of aesthetic wonder: I made it. Somehow I had accidentally created the paramount of visual beauty and this was so poignant and unbelievable. I have yet been able to recall the dancing spires without succumbing to some level of intense (usually tearful) emotional reaction.
I sat and closed my eyes and entered a deep and dreamy meditative state. It was during these moments that I had my most profound experience of the trip, and one of the top five most profound psychedelic experiences of my life. I became separate from my self and had a marvelous 3rd person visualization of my mind and my self and my consciousness and the web of universal consciousness all as separate parts working in unison. I was watching my SELF as a collection of bright whiteish rocks of various sizes floating closely together on an invisible current, surfing in an imprecise orbit around the radiating black orb which was my rapid mind. Extending out in all directions was a literal web of self-consciousness which extended outward along a flat plane in all directions and seemed to be the source of the current which my SELF was surfing or flying upon. At the horizon of this consciousness web I could see the lateral lines of this plane loop upwards and connect with some reciprocal part beyond my vision. As if there was an invisible fold at the edge of my consciousness plane which manifested itself intermittently in fleeting connections with something expansive and possibly(?) physically above this representations of me. The connections were made as pieces of the edge of this web was sucked up, connected to this other form and broke away, falling back into its position.
I was in awe of this vision and at the same time was experiencing complete bliss, euphoria, profound wonder. I giggled and writhed. It was pure magic. I am so grateful.
10 hours in. After some time and a small snack I went and sat on my back deck to watch the clouds pass quickly over head while listening to my headphones. The swallows wove mandalas in the sky with their flight paths and I realized what a miracle it is that I've never been pooped on by a bird. If 25 MINIMUM birds fly over me every day, that's almost half a million flyovers in my lifetime and not once have I caught a doo with my dome. A miracle. The clouds were gorgeous, the music was perfect, the weather was constantly shifting from cold shade to warm sunshine and my blanket was the epitome of softness. I must have sat in my chair on the deck for quite some time contemplating and watching the clouds.
13:00 hours since first dose. I began cleaning again, folding blankets and putting away my crackers. I was feeling a little warm and clammy so I took a quick shower and put on some new clothes and turned the stereo on. I felt like I was coming in for a landing at around this time and my stomach began to wake up. I was ravenously hungry and craving, of all things, a chimichanga. I was no longer feeling profoundly altered, my OEV had ceased and my mind felt under control. So I answered this very specific craving for a potato filled chimichanga from the Mexican place about 3/4 of a mile away.
On the way, a cop car pulled onto the street three positions behind me and sent me into a significant paranoid state. It was unspecific nervousness, I was not implicitly impaired, I had no contraband, I was not speeding. Just the same, I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant with a mild adrenaline rush. I sat for a bit and allowed myself to calm down and went inside. I ordered my meal and proceeded to fill up on chips and horchata before the deep fried prize even arrived. The patrons eating on the next table over were swilling tequila at a rate that seemed almost profane. My chimichanga arrived and it was large enough to satiate a strong hunger 4 times over; and I was no longer hungry. I helped myself to a to go box and went home.
Once home I tended to my dear dog-friends and climbed into bed with a joint rolled with mugwort, skullcap, spearmint and a sprinkling of kush. I smoked in bed and later drifted off to sleep.
-Lover (of all things)