Here's one of my more interesting trips. It happened 5 months ago, but my
memory is a little fuzzy because I've had subsequent trips with the same
"people". The first trip was the most memorable though, so here's how it
went:
It was 7:00pm on a weekday night. I was just moving out of my old residence
at university and that night, no one was there. With no phone and no TV, it
was a perfect night for a solo experiment. I ate 4 freshly dried P.Cube
mushrooms (1.5" cap, 4" stem, dry) with a water chaser. I packed my stuff
until I could start to feel the energy rushes hitting me every 5 seconds or
so. That's when I decided to lay down with lights off, curtains closed, and
eyes closed. I stayed there for perhaps an hour, letting visual images come
to me. I saw the ever-common "fingerprint" motif first, that didn't last
very long. Soon, random noises would impress themselves into my field of
vision. I thought it would be nice to have some other stimulus besides
random honks and sirens.
I put on a CD of mine that I hadn't listened to for a while. It was _Open
Letter_ by Loose Tubes, a 20+ piece UK jazz ensemble. They play very
rhythmic instrumental patterns that are really cool to listen to, even
straight.
I laid down in bed again, and let my mind return to the visions. At first,
the music is pretty chaotic, so it was hard to adjust, but once a beat
started, I quickly got entranced. The horns play a theme that drone on in
different variations, while my vision pulsed in sync. Then visions of
shadows appeared in black and white. Just lines and abstract shapes, but in
time with what was happening in the music. Soon, the different instruments
started to take on their own geometric shape, and orient themselves
according to what they were playing at the time, note by note. This went on
for quite some time until I finally realized they had taken colors as well.
I didn't notice the switch until my mind went BANG and I caught on. Then I
found that I could manipulate the colors by thought, but I chose to let them
be whatever the instruments wanted them to be.
Unfortunately they chose to be those tacky shades of orange and brown from
the late 70's! (no joke) I started to visualize a cross between Logan's Run
and a go-go bar, all shaded in a brown/orange/yellow motif. People were in
here! Hey, this is new. I've often visualized a person I knew before, or
maybe an image of something unknown, but never a room full of go-go dancers!
I was immersed in a partylike evironment where a guide grabbed me by the
hand and dragged/flew me around the room and introduced me to people. They
were totally unfamiliar in appearance, and in name. It was really weird for
my mind to be inventing so many new personas in a row. After a flurry of
action, the room eventually got sucked up into a black hole, and the 70's
people were gone.
Then I was wandering around a campus (not mine). I didn't know where I was
supposed to go or do, so I sat down and chatted with a girl on a bench. I
tried to find out about where I was, and we end up talking for 2-3 minutes
before she was sucked up in a rectangular array of black holes. Black holes
were also a common motif on this trip.
Next, I was in Rio. Or somewhere that has a big spanish-style carnival. I
zoomed into the middle of thousands of people dancing in the streets. I
partied for the next few minutes (seemed longer) and had more fun than I
could imagine having at the real thing. Unfortunately, the spanish-style
song playing on the CD was finished, and the world was sucked up by one big
black hole infinitely far away. Too bad, that was one of the best places.
The rest of the trip continued in episodes like this, sometimes returning to
familiar places, sometimes new ones. The common theme though is personal
interaction with personalities I don't know. I actually learn about someone
from myself (or perhaps not myself, for you telepathy fans). The good part
is that none of the other people were angry or hostile. Everyone was
uniformly happy and often dancing. It's like tapping into the "euphoria"
component of the brain. Even the somber music and thoughts only produced
less happy people, or no people at all.
Like I mentioned at the beginning, I have tried to visit the people again,
with reasonable success. It's never as good as the first time, but I can do
it if I duplicate the conditions. I haven't tried seeing people with no
auditory stimulation.
This makes me wonder about "elves". I've met and conversed with people
several times now, but they weren't small children, most were adult. But
they are happy and dancing (often acting childlike), which I understand is
another common theme. Is this all imagination? The dose is pretty low for
hyperspace, but when I got up after the disk finished, I couldn't believe
how distorted my visuals were. I always had a concept of self on these trips
though. It would be interesting to hear if others have talked with imaginary
people before, and under what circumstances.
