The fractal geometric patterns in the midst of The Forest of No Intentions had teeth that day. The teeth were essentially a visible aspect of the cog like, precise and asymmetrical nature of what reality may be, and a visible parallel as to how my mind organizes itself, during times of confusion, "enlightenment" and "profundity"---Words with histories of meaning and intent backing them up.
The come up was alien in relation to a lower dose, and even compared to the 500-600 Mic range. Metaphors are the most applicable in this case to describe the come up as "An uncertain rocketship ride to a certain place" It was very shaky, and reminded me of what one may feel like while someone prepares to launch you out of a trebuchet; As you sit in the basket/bucket meant for a projectile rock, you can only hope your equations to launch yourself somewhere in the psychedelic landscape were correct. I did not overshoot my destination, and ended up in a place that has only been hinted at.
My First Mate Psychonaut, the other operator of The Psychedelic Spaceship named Rocketship, a metaphor of thin meaning and deep uses, began to converse to me; It was small talk: about elves and aliens, jokes and serious statements. However I was also enjoying witnessing how he worlds traveled through this perceived state. With each word spoken, the effects it had on every perceptible square inch of awareness were astounding.
The word moved as slow as a slug, most likely due to extreme time dilation, the relation to the geometric teeth keeping everything in sync, my ability to see spoken words as bricks (I'm a pretty dynastic guy) and other things. As the words crawled through space, I saw how it was entirely logical and possible that his words affected how the grass sways; How my moods can swing with the same rhythm of the wind. I saw how his and my words were directly connected to the gears, spinning some teeth clockwise, counter clockwise, and other motions that had nothing to do with clocks.
My ability to see words have pretty much been with me for my whole life, only I became acutely aware of it 5 years ago. Psychedelics have definitely gave my conversational (spoken only) synesthia, a greater context, but this 1500 Mic really made me aware of just how many sides each word (mental brick) has. LSD has given me to rotate each word or each vocal pyramid stone in a very polygonal way, giving me the ability to better decide which bricks connects best---which words have which half-lifes, where the cog teeth are contained in the words.
One of most amazing things is how the landscape literally disappears before your eyes, in the same predictable LSD rhythm. In someways it is a darkness solely composed of colors. You simultaneously can and cannot see your own hand in front of your face, or jacket lying on the ground by your feet. Your hand, and any of your friends (in this case my best friend) will be entirely composed out of LSD's logical way of presenting geometry. My whole hand was composed of interlocking triangles, which formed squares, which shifted with rhythm to eventually compose the curvature and forms that made my body, and environment. Forms emitted from this formless place. My perception of the experience was merely a very basic quantification of some sort of aspect of a formless awareness. The Thoughts, as T. McKenna might say.
I still had my mind intact enough though. I was VERY outside the box at this point, but with a very firm grip on MY box. I could lose and find myself at will, expanding and contracting with the timeless rhythms of the here and now. One of the greatest moments of awesomeness was during the peak, I played one of my favorite medieval songs "Salterello" on my Recorder. It was like the world was dancing with me, a one to one expression from each note to note. Fans of relativity and singularity points would feel very at home in this whirlwind of musical extroversion and observational/participatory hole. The hole was infinite and depth, with an end at sight.
It was my idea to leave the forest, as I confided in my friend that this would be the time to leave as the path was starting to degrade(or upgrade) into the repetitive but asymmetrical nature of nature. At this point in the peak, opening and closing your eyes resulted in the same thing: A gaze into the infinite, beyond the event horizon, however still not IN the singularity---5 inches away from it, though. You could feel ITS breath exhale on yourself, and your skin would tug just a little with each inhale. A sacred, lively rhythm.
The trailed,tail end of the trip decomposed itself in the corner of my Favorite Cemetery; which is adjacent to the Forest of No Intentions. It was interesting to see gravestones AS metaphors for molecules and atoms, desperately trying to escape the grasp of being solid, being real. The stones trying to tell you with an almost desperate tone " Hey, look, Apolly! We are not just here, but there and here and there and...ad infinitum" Another sincere aspect was the joy I get every time I see the grand, blue sky deduce itself into an infinite fractal, overlapped by breathing, grid-texturing, imaginary comets and debris, and other things I'm happy not to mention.
1500 mics continues to manifest itself through my current situation. In may ways, I am still tripping from that day, with each waking minute a new Revelation, a new connection to that eye-opening 36+ hours. With 1500 mics, there is almost an eternal afterglow, which demands awareness and attention for as long as you can keep assessing the parallels, contradictions, paradoxes in relation to your current state and future travels. Subjective or objective, my continuing goal with this trip was to have a cup that is always full that I may drink from, and perhaps spill over other trips, or sobriety. I have gained many tools from that day, removed some, and possibly built some for personal use.
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Edited by Apollyphelion (11/20/07 08:17 PM)
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