In mid-June 2011, I found myself at North Country Fair a.k.a. (Hippy Days). I had taken an estimated 3-4 gram dose of cubes at 3 pm. A group of us went for a walk in the "nature trails". Near the end of the loop they kicked in. We walked by trailers and motorhomes on the way back to camp, as the various inter weaved lines on the sides unraveled and waved, Strangers studied me like a creature from another time with mouths agape in wonder/amusement/disgust? I must have looked absurd in their eyes.
We got back to camp and I played with various items for a while until the trip started elevating to the point I go into auto-meditation. My friend Z tapped me on the shoulder to tell me a dealer who had LSD was walking through our camp. I made him extremely nervous by citing: "Greetings... Offficer..." while sporting a demented grin. I somehow managed to get two hits of lucy, and three capsules of MDMA without him ripping me off during a heavy pulse of the psibyn. A bit later, everyone else informed me they were going to the stage to catch the band that was playing, I couldn't even understand their language. My other, closer friend D opted to stay with me as he was, well, drunk as fuck.
I reached my peak. The thunderous cacophony "tearing" of existence had rung, as I looked to the sky the clouds become perfect hexagons, then the rest of the sky becomes transparent hexagons. A giant honey-combed layer surrounding the earth. The bright blue sky had begun to darken, as had all around me as if it were night. Through the barrier stars became visible. Before I could blast off I snapped myself out of it as a public display of transcendence would have ended in handcuffs. D suggested we walk it out, so we made our way to the stage.
When we arrived, some woman was opening the festivities with a speech about her personal life, divorce, family deaths etc. Then went on to say something along the lines of "drugs are bad, mmkay." and I became very paranoid. We said fuck these policia and went back to camp. I had my brother's C's ticket in my pocket and was to meet him at the gate at around 8 pm. I kept forgetting and me and D trekked to the gate at 8:45, At this point I was coming down and we stood behind the trees beside the entrance and waved at strangers passing by for lulz. 9 pm came, C was no where to be found. We start heading back into festival grounds where C walks up to us just to be funny. The 3 of us ride back to camp.
Me and C set up the tent and we all have supper. It is 9:30 pm now and we are all getting ready to go to the stage. I take the first dose of acid and we walk to the stage. I give C approx. 3g of cubes, and decide to take my second hit of acid as I didn't feel the first after 15 min. I started thinking it was bunk or my tolerance was messed. We got to the stage and an amazing African reggae band was playing. I took the rest of my cubes, again approx. 6-7g and just got into the vibe. After 5 min of thinking my tolerance was too high. BOOM! Once again, the always familiar rumbling of perception taking on a heightened level, and "reality" bending and cracking. The designs behind the band instantly began swimming. This was going to be a hell of a ride.
C tells me: "They're all around us, encircling us. I can feel them..."
Me: "Don't worry, they are always with me, they act as my watchers."
This did nothing to comfort him so we walked 50 feet to the main area surrounded by vendor tents. We watched some poi spinners, and an incredibly beautiful woman hooping for a couple minutes. We went back to the stage, but his fears had not dissolved so I offered to go on a journey. Before we left I took a piss between two vendor tents. Hard to do when you forget how to. My guy fawkes mask fell into my stream. I finished, put it back on top of my hat (fuck it, right?) and we faced the stage again. Bright pink and blue spirals not unlike ribbon danced in the air in front of me, and just before I could comment on them to C, a group of feales our age behind us let out the most horrifying, blood-curdling scream they could muster (I knew there were 7 because that's how many voices I counted. They could see we were tripping and giggled demonically afterward.) My entire vision shook violently like a powerful earthquake and C had had enough, he wanted the fuck out of there.
Onward we went. Thick fog had descended all around us as we walked on the mud covered road. Cars would pull behind us and their headlights created a rainbow in a perfect circle in front of our path. C commented how the mud looked like thousands of "Scream the movie masks" I looked down and seen the masks, and then they instantly contorted to Japanese Oni faces that began laughing WITH me about this twisted fear-and-loathing style tromp. Absurdity at its finest only to intensify.
We were making our way off the roads when a very large, tall, older man runs at us yelling nonsensical obscenities at the top of his lungs, he then backs off and his wife calls to us from their camper: "Come over heeeeeere, booooyyysssss... Weeee haaavveee whaaaat yoooouuu neeeeeeeeed........" C: What the fuck do we do man?!?!" Me: "I'll handle it." Me to the old couple: "NOTHING." and we got off the road.
We walk onto a grassy area and I get a whiff of a strange smell. Every footstep also feels un-ground-like. I turn on my headlamp and look down. YUP, we're walking on dead bodies. I tell C not to look down. C: "Why? We're walking on bodies aren't we?" I turned off my headlamp and they began to moan and make ghastly noises. Then they were gone. I turned the light back on and 50 feet in front of us, a row of black, wretched, twisting arms and legs sprouted out of the ground. The rows grew more frequently toward us until we were surrounded. thankfully C didn't experience this. I could feel them grabbing my legs, but it didn't bother me. We arrived at a different area and I seen huge 5ft x 8ft zombie baby face rolling like waves in the sea. This was so absurd I could not retain my laughter and C became paranoid about aliens and thought I was scheming with them.
The next area was a perfect circular opening in the fog, the surrounding trees completely black, like a border of shadows into the deepest natural art. The music behind us coming from the stage sounded horrible. A woman "meow" singing to an annoying show tune. this was when the music behind me faded out entirely, and the sky once again opened up. Beautiful beams of warm light shined onto my aura and the choir of "angels" sung so loudly I could not hear C or anything else, directly into my mind. A song that can not be described in human language as no words could do it justice. A vague style for imagining sake would be ascending arpeggio vocals with classical, celtic, opera, gospel. Strangely enough, C heard this music too, but recounted that it was faint and hard to decipher over the incessant meowing lady.
I was ready to leave this planet, galaxy, universe, dimension, plane at this point. I came very close to rejoining the "one" permanently, C knew this and became worried. I decided what the hell, whats a few more human years on this planet, there's still more things to learn here. So we wandered back trying to get to our camp. It's 4am and C is coming down. I'm still going strong. We come up to this reflective surface, after much deliberation and scientific processes we determined it was a pond and we should not walk on it. More wandering, about ready to give up we sit on some logs. I realize where we are and tell C he then realizes and we argue about where camp is. My left was right and vice versa. We get back to camp relieved. the fire looks like 8-bit pixels. Girls are talking about starfish. Me: "Why would you eat a starfish?" Many laughs are had. I talk to some stranger about a chick he dumped. the comedown is intense and I reevaluate how I've treated everyone during my time on Earth. I sat in my truck and listened to 500 Channels by Choking Victim as the plants outside skanked to crack rock steady beats transmitted through my thoughts. I loved those plants.
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