Its going well! i have yet to try light gloves, but i would love to. i started out teaching myself to liquid dance. im not pro, but i can give a light show ;-)
rachel and i have had some seriously ground breaking experiences together. not always pleasant, but very much a learning experience. walls that we created between ourselves due to our own insecurities were visible plain as day. we worked through them, and communicated during and well after our trips. had it not been for some psychedelic breakthroughs i dont think we would be as successful as a couple as we are today.
we both are curious as to what is next. lately ive been on a break from psychedelics. i know it has to do with my setting, my home, and my head. im ready to move on from my apartment, start a new chapter in my life. right now Lsd just keeps telling me what i have to do, and every time i trip, it tells me in more brutal ways. i know its not the drug, but myself. so i have vowed not to use them until i have begun the next chapter.
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tripping with new people is sometimes strange. at times i can feel/hear all their thoughts. sometimes you realize its not someones head you really want to be in. 3 of my friends and rachel and i all took 2 doses, of some supposedly 1 hit wonder. i usually dose two so i wasnt really worried. the paper itself felt different on my tongue i was thinking, "oh boy". it wasnt long till the colors were vibrant, the music was sounding perfect and the flowtoys were out. rachel and i took turns standing in the center and melting our friends to different music.
our room mate came home, i am convinced is an alien. any who, he knows all about tripping, and blended well into the gathering, not long after was he having his own contact buzz. listening to shpongles first album "are you shpongled?" he volunteered to poi for us. he has been poi'ing twice as long as rachel and i. as he was spinning, i would close my eyes, and open them. every time i closed my eyes i entered a world, of space. off in the distance a large machine approached, a space ship like craft. its sounds moved with the music. cruising towards earth. hovering over earth it looked like a giant microscope. with all smooth edges, and giant disc place under the microscope. every so often the disc would turn. as it hovered there i noticed below on earth, what could only be described as a festival. the craft blinked in and out of existence. i came to the conclusion it was a cloaking device of some sort, and that they revealed themselves to me. not everyone could see what i was seeing.
i opened my eyes, and my room mate was spinning the poi, everyones jaws dropped, and they were slouching in there seats. i closed my eyes again and felt as if i was pulled into another world. someone would laugh, and i would open my eyes. id close them again, and i had this overwhelming feeling of that i shouldnt have opened my eyes. again i opened them, and closed them. i felt it more. like an unsatisfied entity's emotions were overwhelming me. so i focused on keeping my eyes closed. it showed me, (long-story short) that i was a messiah, savior, was known as
shpongled. not the messiah of earth, but of existence as we know it. that everything i do/think/say is perfect. it causes change and development, and those that cannot realize what i have to say is good will go by the wayside. i was having a hard time believing this. to prove it, i was put through the courses of multiple lives. to show that how i lived was perfect no matter what century, or decade. i remember almost seeing a grading system, sometimes since i did so well, it would skip me levels.
at one point i opened my eyes, forgetting they were even closed. shpongle was stilling playing, and the light show was taking place, but i couldnt tell how much time had passed. i closed them again, and there was the massive sigh of disapproval with me. i had opened my eyes again. i had to start all over. the showing, the proving, the grading. its why i think i remember it, is because i had to do it again. when i got to the top, of this stairway/grading system i was faced with a door, i closed my eyes (my eyes were closed, but i closed them in my hallucination) i opened the door, and i felt as if i was 20 people at once. i was different chiefs, and tribal leaders. i felt their memorys, i felt their dry mouths from living in the desert, i felt rough hands. then the door opened and i was through. i was in a classroom. and i was young and my eyes were closed. i was being forced to admit the worst thing i have ever done. it rolled out of the back of my mind like a bowling ball. striking my conscience. "the worst thing i have ever done...is the time i spit on carla brown."
i had remembered the whole scene. i was told to do 7 in heaven with her at a middle school party. i was hurt because she was notorious for being the fat ugly girl. assuming that meant i was the fat ugly guy. now that i look back neither of us were ugly. i must have hurt her feelings so much. my response was again graded.
the next thing i know i was strapped into a position that could only be described as spread eagle. lights were flying around me, examining me. then i was ejected. to realize i had been in the disc. each click of the disc was a different life, a different level. then i was finally directly under the microscope. i tried to make sense of what had just happened. i believe i was abducted, told i was the savior, then ultimately graded on my reactions, then ejected when i didnt pass the tests. this is where i realized, that shpongled is the savior they are looking for. a being called shpongled. "are you shpongled?" they tell you, you are.
i felt rejected but remember some of things i had learned from living those lives. that love really is the most important thing. compassion and empathy for the ones around us. making mistakes is okay, learn from them, if you dont, you will make the same mistakes. there is no penalty other than the ones you set for yourself.
the rest of the trip went pretty weird. i opened my eyes, and tried to wrap my head around what was happening. i was told that the other 2 friends had dosed again, and they were having a hard time keeping it together. one friend ill call her amy, didnt know what to do with herself. so for some reason called a cab while she was in the bathroom to take her and her room mate back to her sisters. before i knew it they were out the door for the cab. i felt a little more rejected. i did get over it, and was able to talk to rachel my seasoned trip friend, and my room mate. i wasnt able to even begin talking about my hallucination. we listened to legends by bob marley, and talked about funny experiences and came back to the world.
during this trip, and a couple others ive had the feeling of impending death, sometimes of me, sometimes of everyone, sometimes of the earth, of galaxy, or the universe. this time i felt i was going to move on to the next level when i went to sleep. over the next couple hours i came to terms with my death. it was magical, but i still couldnt sleep. i laid next to rachel, i didnt tell her anything. not wanting to scare her. but i did hold her like it was the last time i would see her.
i could not sleep, maybe i didnt exactly come to terms with death. so i got up, and was gonna do some reading. before i even settled in, rachel's brother knocked at the door. the house had looked uber partied in, and like a rave had vomited in my living room. he never comes over, let alone 6:30 in morning. he comes in and tells us their father had a heart attack and is the hospital. the hospital was a hard place to be, still tripping, so scared of what may come. the good news is her father was okay, and since has become in the best shape of his life.
i felt so close to her father that morning, he was telling me how he had come to terms with his own death. then when he didnt die, he called the ambulance. it makes me wonder how connected we are, and how much do we control reality, and what are the major side effect of using psy's. i tripped once since then, with my best friend. he and i talked out a lot of things and it allowed me to recall much that happened.
thanks for reading this, like i said, i have yet to be able to write about that night and it was in january. this community has a way of making me want to talk!
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