Beep of a sonar. Beep of a sonar. Beep of a sonar. Colours float above my eyes, like leaves and clouds and golden fish floating in silver mist. Somewhere in the room another breathes, and together we ride the wave, for he is I and I is he, stretching ourselves into infinity. The music engulfs and forever we fall, as a sonar beep stretches throughout the deep. I am he and he is I, and if I open my eyes I know I will see, the music playing in a world green and submarine. Our time is endless, carried upon the current of a single cord. Far off, a silhouette ship wreck wrests. As the music builds the nearer I draw, and within it I know I must explore. Closer, closer I journey still, riding the wave of the music until… the shipwreck suddenly disappears. The music breaks, hitting me with rhythm and riff, and a thousand tiny triangles bloom into my mind like fireworks. Cart wheeling through my consciousness, they contain my thoughts, every single last one of them. I see them now, all so strange, whispers of me, my forgotten pain. The triangles sink deep into my soul, and I am lifted higher than ever before. The triangles – the thoughts - fit together perfectly, and as they do I do form, becoming me, becoming free. Drifting now in tranquil waters. No thought. No time. Sublime. Feelings from within, a memory with no shape, blankets me, holds me close, makes me safe. And as the voice, guitars, drums and keyboard become me, I long to remain here, drifting in the womb of my mind. I wish no birth, I wish no death, only to be wrapped in this feeling forever… I’m vibrating! Instruments and voice coalesce, evolving the mood into something else. As a discordant crescendo stretches me thin, I fly through a nebula that wears my face. My hair is long and my eyes are deep, though my lips are still, never to speak. There is the eye, the eye in my forehead, unopened, unresolved, complicated. I reach for this macrocosmic aspect me, knowing he is I and I is he, and in this rainbow dream I swim, all is green and submarine. Open! Open! I will Ajna to open! I try to guide the trip, force enlightenment, but as I float nearer my third eye, the music changes, pulling me away. My face, the nebulae, the microcosmic aspect of me implodes, and the scintillating clouds that shapes me drains away into a single point of nothingness. Ghostly sounds enwrap me with cold waters. Alone, utterly alone, all thought of infinity gone. The abyss. This must be the abyss! I have fallen into the abyss! Deeper, deeper I feel myself fall, deeper, deeper into my core. I try to scream, to cry my way out, but there is no escape, no way out. And like Waters and The Wall, I know must face myself. There, the ship wreck! Dark silhouette in the frigid depths, calling, calling, calling, as the band plays on in mourning. Closer, closer, I find myself, still anchoring for a way out. I brace myself for the truth, the truth of me, of my youth: a phantom feeling, a semblance of me, but only emptiness, in this shadow of me. There’s nothing there, no one at all, and he is not me, and I am not him. But this is my domain, this dreamscape of the trip, and as the sonar beep returns to lead me home, I know I will return. Beep of a sonar. Beep of a sonar. Beep of a sonar. © Michael Magnus (NBC) 2011 Hi everyone. I'm writing an autobiography. It's been fifteen years since my last trip, but I still remember them as some of the best feelings in my life. Do you think the above does justice to an acid trip? Any recommendations? Do you think non lsd users, non-drug users, might get some idea what a trip is like from this? This is just the first part of the trip, the best part, and i will write more later. Thanks everyone.
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