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ascetic aesthetic Registered: 09/11/07 Posts: 1,013 Last seen: 6 years, 2 months |
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After writing this, I've realized that it's much longer than I had anticipated it would be. Especially drawn out is the section about the hours before I dosed. The paragraph detailing my actual dosing is bold-faced, so feel free to skip to that lest you be interested in what came before. Also note that this was originally posted at the Dextroverse, over 2 months ago.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - So I've been looking forward to this Moody Blues concert for a while. The moment that I got wind of them performing at Britt Festival in nearby Jacksonville (a quaint and delightful historic town way off of the beaten path of interstate infrastructure), I bought a ticket for the grass area immediately above the podium. One of the great things about the Britt Festival is that the seating is on the grass -- you show up with just a blanket to sit on for a very casual evening with any one of many very high profile arrangements that have graced that worn down wooden stage -- last year I saw Mark Knopfler there; the year before, Dave Matthews. I showed up outside the fence at 4:30pm, hoping to stake out a relatively decent patch of grass from where I could enjoy the evening's performance. The air was hot and soggy, and the afternoon sun was beating down on the dirt roads, grassy fields, and wooden pavilions with an impassioned temper. The area was teaming with hippies old and young, and I spent a while navigating the crowds in search of the end of this "line". Apparently, the gates were only going to open at 5:45pm, so I had an hour to kill. I left my blanket on the dirt side-walk to reserve my place in line, and set forth to case the perimeter -- I grew up in this valley and figured that I'd see more than a few familiar faces. Meandering through the waves of intriguing characters of such disparate natures that they were united perhaps only by a common interest in the Moody Blues, I spotted teachers that had taught me everything from how to appreciate Heidegger to the scholarly relevance of Yates' "Giordano Bruno & The Hermetic Tradition", and the equations associated with the particle physics of light. Fellow students that I used to study with, party with, that I explored the subconscious alongside, and that defined so much of my childhood. What an awesome group of people, I thought. In any case, I was on the look-out for an old friend ('Human', as she'll be called in this report) who I had called a few days before the concert, hoping to meet up with her there. Before long I saw her sitting on a raised concrete divider in the shade, and we wandered around the town until a few minutes before the gates where scheduled to open, catching up on each others' latest endeavors in life. After getting into the concert area and staking out a very decent bit of grass overlooking the podium, we continued to talk about our own lives, and I dropped mention of DXM. She and I had picked and consumed magic mushrooms years before, but overall she wasn't as much into the drug scene as I was. Anyway, apparently her roommate from the previous year was somewhat of a Robitussin junkie. I told her that I had brought some along, and naturally offered it to her. She was at first very unconvinced, but finally agreed to try it with me. Not tonight though -- she wanted to try it at home first, because she had no idea how she'd react. Fair enough, I thought. That'll be another trip to report about, whenever it happens. The concert wasn't scheduled to begin until 8:00pm, so we got up and walked through the crowds, wound up in a conversation about the achievements of counter-cultural movements. She is studying Political Science at the Berkeley, so needless to say, she was doing most of the talking. At some point we ran into another classmate (he'll be referred to as 'J') whom we had both befriended and shared countless memories with. He was excited to see us, but was headed over to the parking lots to find his uncle ('Wizard'); we pointed out where we would be sitting, and he promised to meet up with us. We made our way back towards the blanket. I was keeping an eye out for the type that might be carrying some weed, as I was hoping to do a THC / DXM double-whammy that night. I noticed one dreadlock-bearing, tie-dye-wearing guy in his 30s standing in a big circle towards the edge of the fray. He hardly stood out in this crowd, but something about him -- his outrageously upbeat style and smile, perhaps -- seemed to emanate just what I was looking for; if he wasn't carrying a bag, he'd at the very least be able to point me in the right direction. Back at our blanket, I mentioned to Human that I was on the lookout, and asked her what she thought about the dread-head in question. She chuckled, "for sure." God damn, she had a beautiful face when she made that expression. That was good enough for me though, and I was only waiting for the crowd around him to dissipate before approaching him. Asking the wrong guy for weed is awkward enough, but when there're eight other people there it's something I'd prefer to avoid. After about five minutes, J showed up with his uncle -- a very interesting man who seemed out-of-place somehow; he seemed 'above it all' somehow, so to speak, in a very spiritual way. He seemed enlightened. J had been suspended for drugs in school many times, and was really the guy that turned me on to psychedelics. He didn't have any weed on him though, so after his uncle left to find a friend, we both decided to approach the dread-head that I had identified. Sure enough, the guy had what we had come for. He even suggested that we meet up with him in the lot after the show, should we be interested in 'anything else'. I was hoping he might have some acid as I've been trying very hard to get my hands on some, but J later told me that the guy only had mushrooms. In any case, J and I talked about DXM and K on our way back. He shares my interest in dissociatives. He said that he was really there more for the concert than to trip, but said he'd go for a lower dose, if for no other reason, then for the music euphoria that I had been raving about. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At 6:50pm, I consumed 650mg of DXM HBr powder (stirred into a cup of water), which is roughly 6 mg / kg for me. Tolerance in my case is minimal, as I've been using DXM sparingly on trips that're generally few and far between. J took something like 400mg, but he's a lot smaller than me, and probably ended up with a relative dose that wasn't much below mine. In any case, at around 7pm we both headed over to his car, to smoke our weed. We both smoked a bowl, before heading back to the concert area. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - On the way back J and I were both already feeling the onset of DXM, but were able to make it back to the blanket before getting dizzy and uncoordinated. For the next half hour we were lying on the grass, talking about drugs for the most part. Human seemed to feel a bit alienated (not surprisingly), and got up and left to 'refill her water bottle'. J apparently got to a plateau level faster, and was talking about the intense closed eye visuals he was experiencing. I was trying to see visuals, but was having a very hard time. At some point Wizard and another guy – presumably his friend ('Mr. X', as he'll be called -- not because his name was Xerxes, but because 'X' sounds cool and mysterious) – showed up for no particular reason. To my surprise, J told them straight up what he had taken. Wizard seemed uninterested, but Mr. X apparently didn't know what DXM was, and asked about it. He wondered if he could try a hit some time later, which I of course welcomed him to do. Until 8:00pm when the concert started, J, Human (she had returned in the mean time), and I were lying on the grass talking a lot about nothing really. J had brought his pipe from the car and Human ended up smoking a bowl. J also smoked another bowl, but I declined as I am easily affected by THC and didn't want to get too stoned. The pre-recorded music playing from the stage was sounding increasingly beautiful and pronounced, so I knew that the DXM was really starting to kick in for me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - As the band stepped onto the stage and the crowd went wild, I noted more intense euphoria than I had ever experienced while on DXM before – attributable perhaps to the combined effect of dex and weed. J was very nauseous though, and apparently wasn't enjoying himself quite as much. I knew exactly what he was going through though, and that it'd be over in a few minutes. Just for fun, really, I stood up to applaud the band's entrance. Swaying around like a eucalyptus in a warm Californian breeze, I was again overcome by euphoria and the sense of an all-pervading well-being. Everything seemed to be in it's rightful place, and I was floating through this beautiful world as an ecstatic yet distant observer. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For this section I will write about my experiences at the concert, by way of the individual performances and how they affected my state of mind. The band performed a great number of songs, but these stood out to me. “The Voice” - For their very first song, the band played “The Voice”, a mellowly upbeat song echoing nostalgia for 'younger days'. It set the mood for much of their performance, I thought. In any case, feeling very social, I got up to dance with Human, as many others in the crowd were doing with their own friends and lovers. I had a hard time staying at all synchronized or steady, until I decided to just 'go with it', so to speak. I let go of my inhibitions, and really just had a great time swaying around in the rhythmic breeze and soundwaves, echoing the own movements of Human before me – who I later decided must have taken something more than just weed to be in such a body-euphoria. Then again, she's a very intuitive and out-there type of girl, so it's possible that she could enter that state without chemical aid. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “In Your Wildest Dreams” - There were a few songs in between 'The Voice' and 'In Your Wildest Dreams', but the two really melded together in my mind. 'In Your Wildest Dreams', too, is a very nostalgic piece, and my uninhibited exuberance carried over, although I was no longer dancing at this point. J, beside me, seemed to be in a similar state of mind. He was rocking back and forth, staring at the evening sky, the lingering and warm breeze playing with his long hair. Human seemed more attentive and focused on the actual performance now, but she too echoed a sort of nostalgic bliss in the very subtle and nuanced features of her beautiful face. It was strange. I looked at her and saw the absolute quintessence of beauty, yet somehow my feelings transcended amor. She seemed to embody everything in this life that was beautiful and perfect, yet somehow I had never been romantically drawn to her – or vice versa, I believe. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There were a lot more songs echoing similar emotions as the previous two that I have written about, as well as ones that didn't resonate inside me to as much of an extent as the others had. It would be unnecessary to describe these, but I should note that all of them were marked by an unprecedented level of euphoria on my part. I was simply in a state of prolonged awe and ultimate tranquility. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was a half-hour break during this time period too, during which Mr. X came by to try some DXM. We gave him 500mg and he smoked a bowl, but I didn't see him later that week. Next time I talk to J, I'll ask him about what his uncles friend thought of it all. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Tuesday Afternoon” - It was around this time that I noted strong hallucinations and other effects associated with the third plateau. Whereas earlier I was feeling sociable and reflecting with exuberance on all of the beautiful people around me, I know was turning inwards, celebrating my own mind in a strange delirium punctuated by intense hallucinations. I was 'dreaming' of a forest's edge on the horizon. I was floating above a vivid golden and remarkably 'perfect' seeming field, slowly being pulled into the forest by a force so fundamental and insurmountable in nature that I felt for the time that this was the very purpose of my existence. This was very much in tune with the themes of 'Tuesday Afternoon': Quote: As I approached the forest edge, everything around me was dissipating not visually, but contextually. Everything irrelevant faded away, as a single Pine tree stood tall and powerful before me. The long needles were swaying magnificently in the warm breeze, stretching and flowing more and more naturally. I soon realized that these needles were in fact the hair of a man. His face wasn't manifested in the wood, but seemed to be an emergent surface of the whole experience. He was smiling timelessly, and I was inquiring him. “Justify yourself.”, was all that I understood from his presence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Late Lament” - This was absolutely mind-blowing. I was for it's duration a character in a timeless legend, my very existence defined only by the aged voice of Justin Hayward through his microphone, a voice booming forth out of the giant speakers, through the field and into the forests encroaching on us from all sides. It wasn't as much of a hallucination as my experience with 'Tuesday Afternoon' was – instead, I simply was 'experiencing' this state. There were no visual components to it. Towards the end, I felt more drawn into the actual atmosphere conveyed by the lyrics. I was an old man in a small village, living a beautifully meaningless and enclosed life. An embodiment of the human condition was floating on the night wind, past decidedly European taverns, across small farms, leaving it's only mark on my mind, and the slow rotation of an old-world windmill across a dilapidated wooden fence and small field. Quote: - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Nights In White Satin” - By now my 'hallucinations' were increasingly abstract and non-visual. This is one of my favourite songs not only by the Moody Blues, but in general. I sort of wish that they had played it sooner so that I might have experienced pronounced hallucinations in tune with it, but in any case my experience of it was quite astral. I had the distinctive sensation, as I often do on DXM, that I had ventured out into space, and everything around me was somehow synchronized to the music that I heard. The second chorus line, repeated many times in the voices of all 6 performers crying out asynchronously with such impassioned fervor that the most sober and unemotional listener would be nothing short of moved to the bone, was absolutely heart-wrenching, and put me into a desperately tranquil and transcendental state of mind. Quote: I wish that I could describe this experience in more tangible terms, but it's one of the more metaphysical and indescribable experiences that I've had while on DXM. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was about an hour during this period that I don't recall at all. This was probably when I was soaring third plateau, as J later told me that he remembered the whole evening – he also took a bit lower of a dose than I. In any case I entered this period in an ecstatically dissociated, absolutely tripped-out-of-this-world state of mind, and 'woke' from it that way too. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Nights In White Satin (Encore)” - I snapped out of whatever amnesia and dream-like state that I had lapsed into, as everyone around me was jumping off the grass for an encore performance of “Nights In White Satin”. I too rose to sway with the multitudes in a pseudo-dance, pseudo-trance type of ordeal. J beside me was crying (he later said he did not recall that, and insisted that I had been hallucinating, which was certainly possible too). Everything in the universe was in it's rightful place, and I was at peace with the entirety of existence around me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I don't remember anything from the walk / drive back, really. We left the concert at around 11pm, and I do recall getting up and rolling up the blanket that we had been sitting on, but after that I don't remember anything. J told me that I seemed as 'conscious' as he was, so perhaps it was just the amnesia really in effect. In any case, I woke up the next morning feeling great as I often do after tripping. A day later I went to the coast to go windsurfing, and was still in a similarly uplifted state of mind, which was a pleasant surprise. I've meanwhile decided that windsurfing is my favourite thing to do on a come-down. It's pretty mind-blowing. Soaring across a reflection of the sky with an effortless ease, the wind overwhelming your complexion while you control the world around you with the ecstatic flick of a wrist... I don't know, there's nothing more that I can say about it really. ===========dosage recap:============= t. = 0:00 - 650mg of DXM HBr Powder. (6mg / kg) t. + 0:15 - one bowl of pretty standard Marijuana. Afterword: This was by far my favourite DXM trip thus far. It combined all of my favourite effects of DXM, with the live music of one of my favourite bands. I was surrounded by lovely people, and overall had something of a life-changing (perhaps not permanent, but I still am in a different state of mind than before the trip) time. In closing, I'm sorry if there were any discrepencies in this report. I've typed it up very quickly, without re-reading any of it really. -------------------- Wildflower Seed on the Sand and Stone, may the Four Winds blow you Safely Home!
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