Acid Trip #3: Quantum Solstice

fascinating....

 

I like to go out and pick up chicks when I'm on acid.

 

yeah I know farmerjohn. I commented on your thread about that. funny bastard

thanks shifter I didn't even see your post till today for some reason. I netflixed the celestine prophecy. I can actually watch it on their site straightaway.

I hope the attached pic of the t-rex shirt is clear enough. C wore it the day of our trip. I don't know what his intentions were with it, but the t-rex was such a comically accurate depiction of a typical human. It was saying to me "look at how big and bad I am and if that's not good enough to convince you, look at all the bling I'm wearing and if that's not enough I'm going to yell into this microphone until you can hear me and you are convinced!" And I wondered what he was trying to prove, a recurring inquiry of mine about most people. I'm already convinced that they are people and I don't know what more they are trying to prove.

C walked with me into the surprisingly busy train station and mentioned getting more cid. I said he was a brave tripper or something and he left. i always think it'll be lonely and sad to be on my own again but it never is. On one end of the train station there was a wall that had a clock with no hands. Underneath were clerical workers who dispensed tickets, etc. They sat empty-faced and motionless. I couldn't tell if they were looking at me or not and they weren't being patronized by any of one of the multitude of passengers waiting in line for the train itself. Like other trips, I didn't bother getting my mind around the way home and just went with the energy I was presented with.

Once in line, I noticed there was another clock at the opposite end of the terminal, but this one had hands and told me the time. That was just an eerie trip. I didn't ask anyone if this was the train back to Seattle, but they were asking it to each other. A young african brother came and asked me whether it was the train to Seattle. I said "that's the tentative consensus," and he looked at me weird, possibly insulted. I don't know why I said it like that; it came out naturally. I just felt like we were all in it together and I spoke comfortably. It might have sounded pretentious or elitist, but I didn't know why, and I didn't let it bother me. I felt so united with the crowd. There was such a common feeling in the room; that none of us really knew what we were doing, but since we were all doing it, it seemed like the right thing. More than likely that's a common and hazardous attitude in most real-life situations, but here it worked. Everyone there was my family and eye contact with others flooded me with different emotions, perhaps something they were feeling. Most people there were similar to me; probably travelling to see friends or family, in their twenties, mostly non-conformist or countercultural. All of which compounded the deep feeling of oneness in my gut. I didn't feel like I was going home, I felt like I was already there.

The conductors were emphatically cheerful despite the workload and I did my best to return the banter. Getting situated in my seat was easy enough, the hard part was knowing whether the person in the window seat was going to mind my backpack on the floor in front of me. I asked it about it eagerly once that person came, who was a young Indian woman. Her expression seemed to indicate that she didn't care what I do and would like to sit down please.

Normally when you're sitting next to just one stranger on a plane or train, you can either mutually pretend that the other doesn't exist or start up a conversation. I was fine conversing but I didn't want to pretend she didn't exist, cuz my mind would manifest that invisible wall the whole way home and it would be obstructive to everything else I wanted to perceive. But on the other hand I didn't want to obligate her to have a verbal r'ship with me for the whole trip, or to feel guilty that she just wanted to read or something, since I also value those times when you have your mind to yourself.

So I decided on a third option, which was not to start a conversation, and also not to build an invisible curtain between us. Insead sitting rigidly and perfunctorily, I munched on granola bars, played my headphones and bounced my head to the tunes. Basically I acted totally comfortably and as myself, similar to if it had been my wife or close friend. We can share silence with our loved ones, but silence with a stranger isn't as comfortable. I just made myself comfortable to the silence and I think she did too.

I would sigh and laugh to myself and I think the surrounding passengers noticed my peculiar ease of self. I thought of Jesus' words: Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men...with no sense of having any authority on the matter, I wanted to "bless" the train and passengers with the pure waves of love I still had partial access to. I dissolved myself into the seat and into the train so I could sense nothing but the moving of train straight forward. In that state I accessed the powerful soul-cleansing waves of fiery love. It was brief and milder than the day before, but it united me with everyone else and the train took the role of the pure light of existence and the scenery passing by was the perceived conceptual reality that was powered by the light, whose existence made the light's existence possible.

I felt something similar on a glowing Ecstasy trip, that I was a vein of pure, volatile energy. Like a bolt of lightning cutting through concept and matter, consuming it as it went along, using it as a medium. The concept/matter conduit was us, the earth, the universe, all existence. The vein of energy is what powers it all, and our existence is what powers the energy. Our lives feed the fire, you might say.

I was ecstatic that I'd had the psychedelic foresight to save some battery juice on my mp3 player for the train ride. I tripped all over again with the music. At certain times the sunlight was filtered by the tree canopy above the train and checkerd light was flooding the car. With closed eyes, these pulses of sun energy were powering my visuals. The spotty brilliance pumped in the veins of all the creatures, formations, and systems I was seeing with closed eyes and seemed to give them blood and life and they were stunningly vivid and interactive. I'd need to be a graphic artist to paint even a fractional picture of it.

I want to type more re: the train but i'll have to do it later, peace

 

My indian friend seemed to be equally awestruck by the scenery passing by. There would be lush forest one minute, then out of nowhere a cluster of pastel-panelled houses would pop up; a random, mass produced, inauthentic, corporate turd. the look of it made me grimace acutely, and the girl next to me looked at me with a similar expression, as if we were smelling something unpleasant.

Then we got to the part of the railway that skirts along Puget Sound near Tacoma. The water at that end of the sound is glassier and calmer, I suppose because there is less boat traffic from lower population and lower income. There was one fellow on a jetski who was excited about our train going by and sped alongside us trying to keep up. He was a bit slower and moved further back along the train, and from my perspective, he was keeping up until he drifted back to where the sun was reflecting of the Sound, and once he was enveloped in the sun's reflection, he raised one fist triumphantly and turned to go the other way. I thought it was so funny and looked around at other passengers to see if they were laughing, but I think no one else was looking.

Otherwise the views of the sun setting over Puget Sound with the monolithic islands underneath were beyond all comprehension. The completeness of the vision flowed through my core. All elements of the universe had united and celebrated mutual existence right before my eyes. The only adequate, non-superlative way to delineate this is by attaching a pic of a Shiva Lingam. It isn't the one C gave me, but the general idea is there. It's a microcosmic icon of the nature of god and the universe. Lingam interpreted is a spot, stain, imprint, and this would be a 'stain' of the god Shiva. I just think it's cool to meditate on it, because of the symbolism of everything in one. Or to hold it with less and less grip and try to believe it's not actually there. Fire, air, and water are all good descriptions of myself, but the earth/stone element I don't resemble much, so I hold the stone and imagine a feeling of universal completeness, or that the stone was the little eye in the yin-yang image. If everything I am was the field of white, the lingam would be the spot of black, the same stuff as would comprise most of my counterpart. Anyway, the view out the train was like a macro-projection of what the lingam contained.

 

not much more to say about this journey except that getting off the train in downtown seattle was thoroughly fun. I don't go there often so each time I do I feel like a tiny little conspicuously suburban outsider, which was exploited one time when I went to buy weed from random street dealers. I sorta got hustled and only got a gram or two for $40. i know, you don't want to deal that much with street thugs. it was good weed though and since I was in a dry spell I had low tolerance. I had approached a guy asking for change on the street about finding good chronic and for 5 bucks he introduced me to a lady who hooked me up proper with $40 worth (3.5 g). Plus it was some of the best herb I'd ever encountered. She was like a transient mystical shaman, generously proffering me with a blessed sacrament. This gave me the hubris to go with another $40 the second time going straight to overbearing dealers, and since cops had walked by now and then my nerves got the best of me and I got burned.

But after my date with lucy I felt complete and at-home downtown as I waited to be picked up. I really want to take a whole acid trip in the downtown area; anyone done that? It's not as hardcore as Oliver Stone riding the New York subways all night on acid . sounds a bit cool actually

I'm going to make a pilmigrage by plane to my home state of utah this weekend to re-introduce a brother to lucy. he's never had more than one hit so we're taking two d's each of these potent liquids on sugar cubes. I'd get more but savin for a half V. I don't know whether I'll write about it, just depends on if I feel like it. I think we're going to camp in the mountains. another coupla ppl might be there but I'm okay with it if my trip-partner is. I might revise that statement if they seem to give off bad vibes beforehand. eace:

 

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