Post by michaelsees on Dec 16, 2010 20:57:52 GMT -5
These are times that are to be enjoyed rather than dissected and analyzed in my opinion.
I remember once when I was in the USAF stationed at March AFB in Riverside CA. This was 1971 LSD the good stuff was very abundant.
I was into Jimmy Hendrix, the Doors which I saw once playing at Whiskey a go-go on Sunset that kind of thing.
Well a good friend of mine just came back from a long mission flying B-52's. He invited me to his Mom and Dad's house for dinner. I was at first ready to excuse myself as Bob would tell me how his parents loved Lawrence Welk and this happened to be the night he was on TV. Bob assured me of a good time. No sooner than I arrived he gave me a large orange pill(Orange Sunshine) and handed me a beer I just popped it in my mouth and that was it. Then Bob tells me where is the pill. I told him I took it why? He just smiled.
It was just after dinner the music began to play and the acid began to do it's thing. At first it was if the music and I was one, then I could hear the music being played in front of me, behind be all over.
Then everyone became one there was no separation anywhere to be found. I began to try to hang on to the floor I was sitting on because it was moving, the beer bottle in my hands was no longer solid as I felt my fingers passing through the glass. There was not a single place of no movement except from the place I was viewing from which was still. During LW show I would look at his parents faces it was if each moment, each subtle move was a frame frozen in time. It was a wonderful night as Bob promised.
Oh Bob told me later Orange Sunshine is a 3 way pill so I took 3 times the normal amount.
The moral of this story is nothing but hope you had fun reading.
Michael
the separation begins to widen as now I see it as a movie..
Now maybe I'm reading too much into this, but is this sort of like a feeling of a tv inside of a tv type deal?
Or is it more of a forgetting of self? For example, the other day I was with my family and was really 'in the zone' so to speak and I recalled on several occasions forgetting that I existed and felt that I was whatever I was looking at. I think I got too fixated on this or that, but I felt like I was almost the whole room at times.
I guess I feel like having this all explained to me gives me (in the do-er sense) point A (where I feel I am), and point B (the do-er's goal) and somehow I'm reaching for the thing in between the two not-real 'locations.'