I guess well go through these one at a time -
December 2009 - roughly 400 - 600 mcgs of acid dropped onto 8 altoids, taken 20 mins apart over 2 hrs 4 mins. Joshua Tree Nat'l Park, CA
- I was able to visualize all possible perspectives of reality of one specific point at one instance of time. Each set of perspectives was lost as time progressed from one instance to the next.
- I could see the rocks breathing. This has been a consistent motif of my psychoactive history, using multiple agents in varying doses. Inanimate, naturally occurring objects usually. When concerning rocks, I can still see on the rocks at J-Tree where which parts were moving, similar to the expansion and contraction of the lungs, and which parts were stable, like the ribs surrounding a set of lungs. Trees do this too, but I am unable to see this as well sober.
- I saw a rock with enough water/sun staining that it resembled a loaf of bread. At the end of the loaf of bread, the individual slices were falling down to make a half-decent stack of bread slices. When I thought to myself "Man, this would make a fantastic oil portrait if it had a sweet background." I looked to the sky and saw the clouds moving in unison. They were vibrating to the beat of Basement Jaxx's "Rain Drops" as if the sun was the center of the base and the clouds were the speakers. Whump Whump Whump. "Pretty sweet backdrop."
- I imagined that if we exposed tested individuals' senses to certain stimuli and coerced a positive response every time, then eventually a planned bombardment of the senses would effectively control the minds of the tested individuals. Basically, I came up with the science behind Zoolander on an acid trip and thought I was a genius.
- I believed I was Vercingetorix in the 50s BC, tearing Caesar's legions in Gaul a new asshole. In reality, I was running full speed around a rock my friends were climbing on. At one point, they called out to me as I was running by and the sun was behind the rock they were on. I could have sworn Jesus H. Christ was at the top of that rock preaching the Good fucking Word to me by name.
This is about all I can remember from this trip. More to come...
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