		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

November 16, 2002

These stories, are from my own experiences, and are all based on actual events.  Please share, and post them, wherever you'd like, but please inform me first, and please keep them together in their entirety.  I welcome any feedback, positive or negative.  These stories are still in rough form.  I hope to write a book, and this just a small part of it.

Written by Miles in the month of November 2002.

'Now I am light, now I fly, now I see myself beneath myself, now a god dances through me!'

- Friedrich Nietzsche

I began to feel lost and rush of great despair crept over me.  I could feel in my gut that an evil dark presence was somewhere near.  My intuition gave off a signal of great warning to avoid this entity.

'Where am I?’ I thought to myself, 'How can I get out of here?'

Then I realized that I could hear some Hard Trance coming from somewhere.  I stopped to listen for a second.  The beat was amazing; I had never heard this beat before.  This beat seemed a step ahead of anything I had ever heard.  It was mind blowing.  I tried to remember the name of this track, or where I had heard it before, but I couldn't place it.  It was new.  I had never heard it before.

'Where is it coming from? This beat is the bomb!' I thought to myself.	Then I gathered myself and began to walk down the corridor that I had found myself in.  The corridor contained many turnoffs and all sorts or directions to choose from.  I gazed down each corridor I encountered, each one looked identical to the one I was walking down. I was in some kind of labyrinth.

Then I looked to the ground near my feet.  A small colored pill on the floor had caught my eye.  I picked it up; it was a small bright green pill with the letters CU engraved into it.  I realized what I had found; it was a legendary green CU ecstasy!  Instinctively I shoved it into my mouth.  I stood up and continued on my way. Just a few feet ahead of me I could see another one.  I ran over to it, picked it up, and had a good look at it.  This time it was a white pill with a stamp of a white smiley face on it.  I ingested it just as quickly as the last.  Then again!  Another pill, just a few feet ahead of this one.  I ran over to it.  This one was a brown butterfly.  Once again, without any hesitation I swallowed it.  The pills continued on, like a trail.  Apparently it was a deliberate trail.  I continued to follow them, eating each one as I picked them up.  There were all kinds of colors and pictures on them, a rainbow of serotonin candy.  I willingly followed the trail through the labyrinth.  It led me down a few hallways, and eventually to a ladder.  I climbed over the ladder.  As I reached over the last few rings of the ladder, I could see a river on this level of the labyrinth.

As I stood up the feeling of the evil presence grew more intense in my solar plexus.  It was closer now.  I continued following the trail of pills again.  Then suddenly I heard a loud beeping sound.  My alarm clock awakened me from slumber.  I opened my eyes and slowly came to my senses.  The first thing that came to mind was the beat that I had heard in my dream.  In my dream I had heard the beat with perfect clarity, almost as if I had really heard it.  The beat was burnt into my brain.  I looked over at the alarm clock.  It was three-thirty in the afternoon.  Time to get ready for work.  After my morning joint, I prepared my body for meditation with some yoga.  Then I prepared my mind for mediation with my favorite Zen meditation...

Be soft in your practice. Think of the method as a fine silvery stream, not a raging waterfall. Follow the stream, have faith in its course. It will go its own way, meandering here, trickling there. It will find the grooves, the cracks, and the crevices. Just follow it. Never let it out of your sight. It will take you.

-Sheng-yen

Then after my morning meditation, I had some breakfast, a quick shower and was on my way to work.

On the train I quickly became sleepy.  The light rail train had that effect on me, it's ride was very smooth, quiet, and hypnotizing.  I loved using city transit, because it gave me time everyday for some reading.  But today I decided not to bring a book.  I gazed out the window at the beautiful cityscape beneath the loving light of the sun.  It was Saturday, my favorite day of the week.  The train gracefully slowed into the next station.  Then over the intercom came the sound of a few tones, then a recording blurted,

	'7th Avenue, this is a northwest bound train, destination Brentwood.'

The doors slid open, and the people began to filter out.  I made my way out the door.   Then I began navigating through the city center, taking my time so I could look up at the beautiful glass glazed skyscrapers that reached higher and higher into the atmosphere.  I reached the building where I worked, a classy restaurant on the first floor of a business skyscraper in the city center.  I entered the lobby, security cameras where hanging in every corner.  I walked by the hall of chrome elevators and entered the restaurant through the back.  I changed into my white uniform, put on my chef's hat, and made my way to the line.

All night, I was recalling the beat from my dream in my mind; I tried humming it over and over.  The beat was still in my mind with perfect clarity, as if I was still hearing it at that very moment.  The shift went swiftly, as it always did.  I loved being a cook.  My nights were filled with steaks, shrimp Hunan's, green curry, and a whole assortment of exotic and exquisite foods.  Exquisite girls also filled my night.  I would pass my free moments flirting, and talking with the beautiful servers.  I worked the closing shift six nights a week.  I loved the night shift, I guess because I sleep till late every afternoon everyday I can, and also because I had out grown, or should I say, evolved out of the bars.  After my shift my best friend Duane was outside waiting for me.

I hopped into his SUV and we made our way home to get ready for the Warehouse.  It was 1:30 am, the Warehouse didn't open its doors till 3:00, and the party would just start getting good at about 5:00.

When we got home I went straight for my weed.  After I got my chronic fix I headed to the kitchen, I was hungry.  We had just moved into our new house.  It cost us everything we had just to get in the door, well with last and first month's rent.  It also didn't help that cooks don't make much more than minimum wage.  But it was my love of cooking that kept me in the industry.  You have to love what you do.  We didn't even have enough money to for groceries for the first two weeks.

'Let's see what we've got,' I thought to myself.  I opened the cupboards.  All that was in there was a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter.  'Peanut butter toast it is...' I mumbled.  I grabbed a few slices of bread and placed them on our toaster.  'Ah, the irony of life, you're always there for me, sometimes you're the only one I know I can depend on.' I thought to myself and had to laugh for a minute.

You see when we moved out of our apartment, the last toaster belonged to our other roommate who didn't move with us, and since we didn't even have money at the moment for food, we didn't have money for a toaster yet.  So our toaster was a metal coat hanger bent in half and placed on the stove element, so it held the bread just over the element.  I stood there with a smile on my face, watching my toast cook thinking about all the delicious foods I cook all night, night after night for the wealthy people.  Ninety percent of the menu I hadn't even tried before, I couldn't afford the cost of these extravagant foods.  So I get to wear my chef's uniform, and prepare foods like sushi, swordfish, salmon linguini, and chicken Hunan's, then after work I get to go home and make peanut butter toast on a coat hanger for myself. I smiled again, ate my toast and headed for the shower.

After I showered it was time to get dressed for my weekly ritual.  I pulled my vintage white shell toe Adidas low tops from the closet.  This was my dancing pair.  I also had a pair for everyday wear.  I must be somewhere near my tenth pair of the same shoes in a row.  Then I busted out my shoe shampoo, my dancing shoes had to be spotless.  Next it was my white dancing pants.  After that I threw on a black tight T-shirt, over that a black nylon skintight long sleeve shirt.  My last layer was my huge baggy solid black hooded sweater.  I loved wearing it, it felt like a Jedi cloak, or I liked to pretend it was anyway.  Then my final article, my priceless, spotless, solid white baseball hat.

My friend Mike entered the room, he was carrying a drink of some sort in one hand.  He stumbled on something, and almost spilled his drink.  A few small splashes flew into the air near me.

'Hey! Hey!' I exclaimed. 'Watch the hoodie! This is a sacred garment!' I said jokingly.  But I wasn't joking.	'Sorry bro' he replied.  We both laughed and smiled at each other.  Then he asked 'You ready to roll'?  'Yeah, just let me grab my gear and we'll go,' I answered.  I grabbed my backpack, through my fire and glowsticking chains in, my flags, my white cotton liquid gloves, my digital camera, my video camera, and a towel.  Mike and Duane were already waiting for me outside, I jumped in the SUV and we were on our way.  I could feel some very positive and very powerful vibrations throughout my body.  I turned to Mike and said;

'It's going to be a great night, I can feel it.'

After about a ten-minute drive we pulled into the parking lot of the club.  Duane headed for our favorite parking spot, number twenty-three.  It was the jersey number of our hero, Michael Jordan.  The spot was still empty.  'Yes!'  We both said.

After we were parked we busted out our bag of mushrooms.  Duane and I had picked up an ounce the day before.  Duane and I absolutely loved our shrooms.  We both ingest about three or four grams.  Mike ate about one or two grams, then we headed into the Warehouse.  There was a long line to get in.  It looked like it was about an hour wait to get in.  It was all good though, we're VIP.  We walked to the VIP line and after a quick search by the doorman and paying our guest fee we were in.

As I walked in the loving lasers and moving electronic beats hit me.  It felt like the warm sun on my spirit.  I headed over to a corner and started doing some stretching.  Anthem was up on the decks and the music was still relatively slow, he was just warming it up.  I found a corner in the back and started to warm up my body, dancing lightly, like I always did at the beginning of the night.

I continued to dance lightly, but mostly I was waiting for my shrooms to hit me.  After about forty-five minutes the high completely swarmed my mind, it was almost too much.  Just the way I like it.  Now I am extremely good at dancing, I wouldn't settle for anything less.  I don't know why, but when my mind is tripped out, completely ripped, and I'm hallucinating to the point where I don't have any grip on reality, my dancing becomes out of this world, unbelievable.  I don't know exactly why, but I guess it opens my mind, makes me think of things and ways I've never thought of.  When I go raving, I get myself so high that I don't know what's real and what's not.  I can't have a conversation with someone because I would be talking gibberish, and I have to avoid everyone.  But the reason I do this is because after I stumble around and somehow find my way to the dance floor, my dancing goes intergalactic.  I remember reading somewhere that the ancients used to call magic mushrooms, 'the flowers of the Gods'.

Alan Watts believed that there was no difference between a microscope, which can sharpen your sight to see what you cannot in the outer world and between psychedelics, which sharpen your ability to look inward.

I was ready now; my high was perfect, I could tell by my hallucinations.  When I became extremely high on psychedelics my vision became digital-like.  Instead of natural curves and shapes, everything took on unnatural, digital-like shapes.  It was like a low-quality video clip on your computer.  If my vision was compared to a computer monitor resolution, then when I was sober I would see with perfect clarity, my resolution would be 3200 x 2400, but when I was tripped out on LSD or mushrooms, my resolution was like 320 x 240.  If you were standing in front of me your body was composed of about 30 pixels, or 30 large differently shaded squares.  I loved it.  I was half man, half-machine.  Sometimes it scared me, it felt so good to be in this state, to become one with technology, but at the same time something inside told me it was wrong.  But I couldn't stop; it felt too good, even if I did have doubts.

After a little dancing, it was time for the guest DJ.  A large older European man got behind the decks.  I found a spot to stand and see what he had for a bit.  I had not seen or heard him yet.  Immediately he began to rock the house like I had never seen.  I stood there for about a half an hour in awe as he played track after track, taking everyone high and higher.  The vibrations and energy of everyone grew to a level I had never experience before.  I saw DJ Anthem ten feet away from me.  I ran over to him, his eyes were fixated up towards the DJ booth.

'Who is this?' I asked.

'Dolby' he replied.

'He's unbelievable.' I said.

Anthem acknowledged with a nod.  I found a spot to sit down in amazement and appreciate the composition and energy of his set.

The loud music pounded me in an absolutely unbelievable rhythmic and soothing synchronic manner.  The speakers a few feet away from me continuously fired beat after beat at me.  I could feel the vibrations from the powerful speakers rattle my insides.  I sat alone, perched upon a stage next to the dance floor.  I was slouched over staring down at the floor watching the little spots of light glide gracefully across the floor.  They had been cast upon the floor by the light and laser machines suspended above me.  The spots would all move in different directions from each other for a few moments, then they'd all start to move in the same direction in total unity.  That was the part I liked.  Unity is one of the most beautiful things I have ever experienced.  I continued to sit there, deep in thought.

Dolby was taking us to a new reality, a reality where only peace, love, unity, and respect existed.  I began to feel at one with everyone.  One by one, each person arrived onto the same wavelength.  Until everyone was riding the same wavelength.  The energy here in this world was so loving, so positive.  Perfect synchrony.  Dolby chased every last bit of chaos from the real world out of the Warehouse.  Chaos was cast out.  Chaos did not exist here, it couldn't exist in here.

I sat quietly waiting for the right track to pick me up and place me on the dance floor.  The Warehouse began to travel further and further away from the chaotic reality we lived in, until we had escaped the material world.  We had broken free.  I closed my eyes, and began to collect some energy.  I inhaled through my nose, held for a second, and exhaled through my mouth.  I continued the meditative breathing, imagining in my mind light colored positive energy entering as I inhaled, and negative dark colored energy leaving as I exhaled.  With each breath I envisioned my energy growing larger and larger with each breath, like a giant cloud of energy all around my body, growing larger with each breath, until my energy cloud engulfed the entire Warehouse.  I began to let go and surrender.  The energy began to send a familiar feeling that pulsated throughout my body.  It began in my head then moved out to the ends of my arms and legs.  It felt like a cool tingling sensation that was running through my insides.  As I collected a surplus of positive energy, my heart and my spirit began to throttle.  Vibrating faster and stronger with each electronic pulse, my spirit began to pull my body to the floor, but not yet.

Again and again, track after track, just when you thought there was no way it could get any better, no way it could get any more beautiful, anymore perfect, Dolby would blow your mind up and drop a track that you've never heard, a track somehow better than the last, just at the perfect moment.  The Massive erupted in a fury of euphoric screams.

The almost magnetic-like pull emanating from the floor grew stronger and more powerful with every revolutionary beat.  Thump, thump, thump.  Then all of a sudden it happened.  Dolby flicked that switch and dropped the next track.  My spirit went into total shock. I was paralyzed.  The track was unbelievable, so revolutionary, and so perfectly timed, and so synchronous that I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  It was the beat from my dream!  I had not heard this track until now.  I was completely scared yet my mind was on a level that I knew would change me for the rest of my life.

It is time.  I opened my eyes I found myself in the middle of the front stage, in front of Dolby and the DJ booth.  Yet I could not remember standing up and walking here, it was almost as if I had just appeared there with no physical movement.  I surrendered, my limbs and body began to release and pour out my unimaginable inspiration.  I let go of my ego.  This is not me, I am one with everything, the music, the earth, the people.   I began living in the moment, no past, no future, only now.  I could feel the energy of the other dancers, the music, and the Earth.  I just allowed the energy to pass through me.

Here it comes.  The revolutionary music power pierced through the speakers and hit me, in that millisecond I transformed it into untainted pure rhythm.  My moves were inhuman, out of this world.  With cold machine-like precision my inspiration commanded everyone's eyes, everyone's energy, everyone's thoughts.  They could not believe what they were seeing, it was changing them, changing the way they thought and lived.  I could hear people start screaming and cheering for me in pure euphoria.  I could not believe it.  It began to ease everyone's hearts, they became paralyzed, their eyes fixated upon me.  Their spirits began feeding and charging themselves from my inspiration.  It became our inspiration.  The beads of sweat ran down my face and chest.  I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath.  One by one, each dancer stopped, either by exhaustion, or pure bewilderment.  Until everyone was stopped, watching me in amazement.  I could feel each spirit, each individual soul.  The energy passing through me was unfathomable.  It felt like a waterfall of gushing pure, positive, loving energy was running though my veins.  The moment lasted an eternity.

Then it happened.  I began to hear, and receive everyone's thoughts.  I could hear two hundred different voices in my head.  Everyone was pleading for me not to stop.

'Keep going!' one voice whispered.

'No, don't stop,' another voice asked.

Next my dance came to its unimaginable meta-physical climax.  The beat disappeared.  Just the beautiful sound of the all-loving electronic siren soothing and easing our hearts.  I turned around, and dropped to my knees.  The sweat dripping from my body, my lungs desperately tried to catch my breath.  I had become like a sun, the energy-giving center upon which everyone's destinies and lives revolved.  I had become the vision on my youth.  Men and women hung upon my inspiration, our inspiration, and reshaped their characters.  From now on I would dance and lives would be changed.

Something was different now.  Something had happened.  I felt like a leader of some sort.  Like we were no longer individuals, but like we were one mean, lean, raving machine.  We were all different parts of something bigger than us, bigger than this world, this reality, and at the center of it all was me, like a heart pumping pure loving energy to everyone.  I looked at all the people, everyone looked back at me in complete awe, and I returned the same look of awe back.  Nobody could believe let alone comprehend what had just happened.

Yet now people looked at me differently, almost as if their look was saying that I was their leader now.  I was reading their minds and each person acknowledged that I was their leader.

We had all been awakened to a new reality, to a New World.  I had showed them my light, our light.  It felt like they looked to me as if I was some sort of light leading them from the darkness.  Yet no words had past through our mouths.  Not even a nod of a head.  Yet I said it, and they heard it. I walked away, and pulled the hood of my Jedi cloak on again to shroud my face in shadows.  I left my people in their and my new awakened state.  I walked out the door.  It felt like I was watching a movie now, not like I was in a movie anymore.  I had never felt this refreshed, this much love, this kind of energy ever before in my life.  It felt like I had just run through a rainforest. This one moment changed me forever.

When I got outside I asked someone what time it was.

'6:00AM they replied.

I looked up at the sky, and there was the most beautiful sunrise that ever graced my skin.  No sunrise had ever even compared to this one.  The colors, the clouds, it couldn't be expressed in words.  I saw three other ravers sitting on a ledge looking up to it.  I walked over to them.  One of them looked at me and just said,

'I know' acknowledging the beauty of this sunrise.  I jumped up on the ledge and sat in silence with them.  As I looked over at the Warehouse one by one, almost everyone filed out of the Warehouse to see this sunrise.  Everyone was running in to get his or her friends.  It was so beautiful that you didn't want anyone to miss it.  I ran in and got Duane and brought him out, we sat in the vehicle and just watched the sunrise in paralyzed by its beauty for about twenty minutes.  Then we decided to go back in listen to rest of Dolby's set.

On the way home I felt at total peace with the Earth.  Every fear I had before was gone.  It felt like that I knew that this world was going to be alright, that somehow the human race was going to pull together and unite.  It felt like at that moment a revolution had started.  It felt like, no I knew, I was the one who was going to lead this revolution.  We were going to change the world, regenerate it, and this revolution began in that everlasting moment.

'Whosoever knoweth the power of the dance, dwelleth in God.'

- Rumi

One night I was dancing exceptionally well.  After awhile I became tired so I left the dance floor and sat down.  A young man approached me, his pupils were dilated, and he was grinding his teeth a little.  I was pretty sure he was on some Ecstasy.  He held out his hand to shake mine.  I stopped him;

'No, like this bro,' I said.  I made a fist and held it out.  When he made a fist, I hit my fist against his. 'Knuckle up.  That's how they do it out in East Van.  Keep it simple.' I said.  He smiled.

'You're a fucking crazy dancer! You dance like the wind!' he exclaimed.

'Thanks.  You know that's funny you said that.  My native name is 'Dances Like the Wind' ' I replied.

'Really?' He said, looking very surprised.

'No, I'm just playing, bro.' I said laughing.  He laughed back and smiled.

'My name is Miles,' I said.

'Oh I'm Jason,' he replied.

'Nice to meet you bro.  Sit down for a bit, I know there's something's you need to hear,' I said.  He sat down on the stool next to me.

'How do I learn how to dance?  I want to learn so bad.' he asked.

I thought to myself, 'when the student is ready, the teacher appears', then said 'I can tell you about the secrets I have learned if you'd like.'

'Really? You'd do that?' He asked.

'Of course, that's what I'm here for.' I replied.

'First, let me tell you how I approach my dancing first.' I said.

'Sure.' He replied, with an eager look on face.

'A lot of people think that the reason I dance is to be the best, or look the best.  They feel that my dancing is all about me.  I can see it in their eyes.  But it's not like that.  My dancing is for you, for everybody else here.' I said.  He continued to listen, looking very interested.

'What I try to do everyday is to show people what is possible, I want to inspire people, to inspire them so much that they have no choice but to join in.  Once they start dancing, I hope they will experience the freedom, the energy, and spirituality, I have found in the music and dancing.  It is the most spiritual thing I have ever experienced, and I want to share that with every single person I can.  My dancing is about liberating other people's spirits, so they transcend the material world and enter a more spiritual world.  I try lead people away from the darkness.  I hope I have inspired you somehow.'

'You have!' He replied. 'I do, I do want to dance, but I'm too scared to go out on the dance floor, I'm afraid of how, I'll look.'

'I remember when I first started raving, I was in the same position.  I was too scared to go out, I was too worried that I'd look like an idiot.  For the first three months of raving, I didn't even think about stepping on the dance floor.  But then one night, I don't know how it happened, but I just found myself on the dance floor, and I was dancing!  It was awesome.  So what I tell everyone, who tells me that they don't feel comfortable about going on the dance floor is; to just keep coming out, keep coming to the raves and just sit and watch the other dancers, and listen to the music, and eventually one night you'll come out and out of nowhere you'll find yourself on the dance floor.  You'll be dancing and you'll have no idea how it happened.  It will just happen.  Don't push it, just keep coming out, and when you're ready you'll find yourself doing it, not knowing how it happened.'

'Thanks, for the advice, really thanks,' he said.  'Anytime bro, that's what I'm here for.' I replied. 'Once you begin dancing, whenever that happens, remember don't push it, just start watching the other dancers, and how they move their bodies.  That's how I learned my first few moves, was I copied them from other people.  But try not to copy other people, you will get no respect that way, just try to use their moves as a guide to find your style.'

'My style?' he asked.

'Yeah, before I tell you about your style, I first have to explain to you what dancing is.' I replied.

'Okay' he said.

'Music is a power.  One of the strongest powers on Earth, in fact it is so strong that in ancient times, the church controlled music, you were only allowed to make it for and in church.  So now you know music is a power, I'll tell you how to utilize that power.  What dancing is is the pure act of metamorphosis.  The DJ is sending out this music power, and the instant that it hits you, you transform this music power as best as you can into physical power.  As you get better and better at dancing, you become better at instantly transforming that music energy into a physical energy.  Think of it like painting a picture.  This relates to your style as I said earlier.  If everyone were to paint a picture, no picture would be the same.  We are all individual's and we would all have different expressions.  Dancing is obviously a form of expression, a physical one.  So after awhile of dancing, your dance will evolve into your own individual expression, you'll have your own style.  Look at all these people dancing here, they all have their own individual styles, they are all expressing their present emotions in their own individual way.' I said.  He looked at few of the dancers and looked back at me.

'I see what you're saying; it's all making sense to me.  It all sounds so right.  Where do you learn this stuff?' he asked.

'The Underground' I replied smiling.  We sat there for a few moments.  Then he asked,

'Did you do anything tonight?  I mean did you do any drugs.'

'Yeah.  I did some Acid.' I replied.  I could tell this completely stunned him.  He moved his body back in amazement.

'What?  Acid?'  He said.

'Well it's the only drug that still makes me a better dancer.  I owe all my dancing to drugs.'  I replied.

'How can you handle it, and keep yourself in public?  I mean I've tried it a few times when I was younger, but I couldn't be public while on it.'  He said.

'Well, first off, what most ravers today don't know, is that, Acid was all ravers did back in the day, there was no Ecstasy.  Ecstasy only began to become very popular in the earlier nineties.  I know what you're saying though about handling it.  Ninety-nine percent of the population doesn't posses the ability to channel LSD positively, for ninety-nine out of one hundred people; they can only channel the LSD negatively, and have bad experiences.  But what I tell people is that when you are able to channel LSD positively, the level it takes your mind to it is unbelievable.  When I am dancing on Acid, I have control of every little muscle, every tendon, and every part of my body, parts I didn't even know I had.  It's wild.

Sometimes when I do a spin, which is probably a quarter of a second, it will go in slow motion, and the spin will last for three seconds.  Shrooms are good too, but they make me tired and don't give me any energy.  LSD is such a powerful psychedelic that it is also like a super amphetamine.'

'Wow.' he replied, sitting there not knowing what to say.

'Don't get me wrong though, when I first started raving it was all Ecstasy.  I ate it like it was going out of style.  I owe all my whole dancing career to Ecstasy.'  I said.

'What do you mean?' he asked.

'Well that's another key to dancing, well for me anyhow.  Ecstasy opened the door for me.  It showed me what was possible.  In the beginning it gave me the courage and confidence to start dancing.  I was very insecure before.  But what Ecstasy does, is it removes all your fears.  Your fear of looking stupid, your fear of saying something stupid.  When that happens, all that is left is the real you.  You aren't afraid of being yourself, of what other people think.  You stop fronting or stop wearing a mask.  But in my experiences, Ecstasy can only take you so far.  My dancing got to a point where I was performing extraordinary moves that required all of my balance.  Ecstasy impairs your balance, so it was holding me back at that point.  So I experimented with shrooms and LSD, and I found that the Acid took me to levels I never thought were possible.  But don't forget without the Ecstasy I would have never walked through that door.' I replied.  He was hanging on to my every word.  I could tell that he could of sat there all night and listened to me.

'I'll tell you what bro, keep coming out every weekend.  I'll be here every weekend too, it's my weekly ritual, and when I think you are ready for the next secret, I'll share it with you.  It would be too much for you to try to absorb everything in one sitting.  I think you've got a lot to think about already, cause I'm going to get out there and do some dancing.'

'Sure.  Thanks for sharing that with me, really thanks, it meant a lot.' he replied.

'Anytime bro, really.  I mean it.  But before I go, I want to do something.' I said.

'Okay,' he replied.  I reached into my backpack and pulled out my spray bottle.

'Okay stand up,' I said.  He stood up.  'Let me explain what I'm going to do to you.  It was done to me when I first started raving, and I didn't understand it and it's significance for a few years.'  I sprayed his forehead with water. 'It's like being baptized.  Water represents life.  I'm not trying to make fun of Christianity or anything.  There's tremendous power in symbolism.  This means that you belong to a tribe now.' I said, and smiled at him.  I could tell he sort of understood me.

'Okay.' he said.  I started to turn away and he held out his hand to shake my hand.  I was just about to say something and he realized this and instead made a fist.  I smiled and nodded my head and we hit fists. 'I'll talk to you later bro.'  I said.  'Alright, Miles' he replied.  He smiled and sat back down.  I made my way to the dance floor to do another set.

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A few weeks later I was out at a rave, and again, I saw Jason.  There he was out there going off like a veteran raver.  It always makes me feel good to see that I was making a difference in someone's dancing. I watched him for a bit.

'Wow' I thought to myself.  He's starting to get it.  He really impressed me.  He was really feeling the music.  Yet another young Jedi in training.  'The force is strong with him,' I though to myself, and laughed.  Then he saw me, and immediately he ran over.  We talked for a bit.  He seemed happy to see me again, and I was glad he was taking so good to raving.  I hoped it was positively affecting his life.

Then we decided to go outside and burn some weed.  I twisted up a nice fatty.  While we were smoking it I said,

'I think your ready for some more secrets.'

'I'm ready!  Come on Miles, tell me some more!' He exclaimed.

'Okay.  The next few things are rather simple, and there really isn't anything that deep or special to them.  Now you just simply have to apply discipline to your dancing.  You need to train your body.  Now, however much you chose to practice, and train, is up to you.  There's nothing wrong with only practicing when you are out raving on the weekends.  Raving isn't a competition.  But I like to practice everyday, every morning, by practicing everyday, I won't only take my level of dancing up, but I'll take the level of everyone who watches me and dances with me up.  So however much you decide to practice is entirely up to you, but the more you practice, the faster your dance will evolve.' I said.  He continued to sit there listening.  'Now I'm the kind of person, where I have to be the best at everything I do, if I'm not, then I will practice until I am.  But that's just me, I don't think it's very natural though, because I use to practice so much, that I would lose toenails.  My toenails would turn blue and fall off. I've lost about ten of them in my life.  I've also had two stress fractures, in my metatarsals in my left foot.  So I was a little extreme.  I'm not expecting this from you, or from anybody for that matter, it's just a work ethic I've developed from my basketball playing days, and from growing up watching and listening to my hero Michael Jordan all my life.'

'But how do I know what to do when I practice?' He asked.

'Well what I did was study video of the best.  The one person I'd say I've studied the most in my life would have to be Michael Jackson.  I downloaded as many video clips as I could find of Michael Jackson on the Internet, and I would watch his clips over and over and over, for months on end.  When I saw a move I would watch it over and over and over, then go and practice and practice and practice, till I could do it.  But whom you watch obviously depends on what styles of dancing you're trying to learn.  Like I still watch video clips of the masters everyday, I watch all styles; Freestyles, Breakdancing, Popping and Locking, Liquid, Flagging, Glowsticking, and Fire Dancing.  Remember the body cannot do what it cannot visualize first.' I said.

'Visualize?' He asked.

'Yes, that is the other technique I was going to share with you today.  Visualization is a technique used by athletes at the top of their sports.  Like Olympic powerlifters, or NBA basketball players.  You see everything in this world is created twice, the first creation is mentally, and then the second comes the physical creation.  You have to visualize your moves in your mind first, see yourself doing it in your mind.  Sometimes when I couldn't perform a move I had been trying to do for months, I would sit down, close my eyes and for about five or ten minutes just try to picture myself doing it in my mind.  Then I would get up and try it, and a lot of time it would happen.  But if it doesn't work, don't get discouraged, I've had some moves take up three months before I actually pulled it off.  In fact two moves of the moves I'm currently working on I have been visualizing and practicing for over two years already but I still haven't actually pulled them off yet.' I said. 'Remember the body cannot do what the mind cannot visualize first.' He sat there nodding his head; I could tell by the way he was half squinting his eyes that he was thinking about everything I had just told him.  I continued on, 'I don't think anybody has said it better than Morpheus in the movie the Matrix; you're better (faster) than this, don't think you are, know you are.' I said.  We both smiled.  'You have to let it all go, fear, doubt, and disbelief ... free your mind.' I said again, obviously quoting Morpheus again.  I continued on jokingly, 'But that's what we've got those red pills for right? So did you take the red or the blue pill?' I asked him, smiling.  'The red one. ' He said, laughing back. Then he promptly asked, 'What about you Miles, did you take the red pill?'  'Actually I took two of them.' I said, followed by a big smile, we both had a good laugh.  We continued to talk for bit more about some other stuff.  Then we went and danced.  At the end of the night I told him when he's ready, I'd teach him some more.

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Over the next four or five weekends I ran into Jason a few times, and we would talk, and I would show him some of my moves, and different styles.  I let him try my flags, and my glowsticking chains, to see how he handled them.  I also tried showing him some liquid, and taught him a few breakdancing moves.  Then one night I felt he was ready to learn the last few secrets I knew, and had experienced myself.

'Alright young Jedi, I think you're ready for some more.' I said, with a smile on my face.

'I'm listening, Miles' Jason replied.

'One of the secrets I have today is just simply one word.' I said.

'One word?' He asked.

'Yeah.  Surrender.  That one simple word made a world of difference in my level of dancing.  Before I used to try to dance, or try to dance better, and I would try harder and harder.  But the harder I tried the more difficult it became.  I was trying to force my dancing.  It won't work like that.  You have to surrender to the music, you have to surrender to your dancing, surrender to the energy.  You have to live in the moment.  It's almost as if you stop dancing, and instead you are sitting on the side, just watching yourself dance.  You become detached from the dance yet engaged in the dance.'  I replied.  Then I asked, 'Do you grasp what I am saying?'  'Well, sort of.'  He replied.

'Don't worry if you don't understand it yet, you will.  With practice you will come to understand my teachings.'   He sat there I could tell his mind was slowly, yet surely metabolizing the insights I was feeding him.  'There was this one quote that I came across on the Internet one day, and I liked it.  I felt it encompassed a lot of what we live in one sentence.  It was; 'Music is our scripture, dance is our practice, once united, we can't be divided, feel the bass. PLUR'.  Now there was one final insight that I wanted to share with you tonight.  The level of mastery that you covet so much cannot be reached until you let go of your ego.  You have to get your ego out of it.  You have to realize that it isn't you performing the moves.  It isn't about being the best, or looking the best.  Your ego will only hold you back.  You have to just allow the energy to pass through you.  You have to almost say 'this isn't me, I'm just allowing the energy to pass through me'.  When you discard your ego, anything will be possible.  Now I have nothing more to teach you.  Your vision is a promise of what one day you will be.  The strength of your efforts will be the measure of your results.  You will become the vision of your youth one-day Jason.  Go, and dance, because if you didn't come here to dance, then what the fuck did you come here for?!'

Definition of a shaman: The ability to readily slip out of the perceptual boundaries that demarcate his or her particular culture- boundaries reinforced by social customs, taboos, and most importantly, the common speech or language- in order to make contact with and learn from, the other powers in the land.  His magic is precisely his heightened receptivity to the meaningful solicitations- songs, cries, gestures- of the larger, more-than-human field.

- David Abram

I sat there and I couldn't help but watch the young man on the other side of the room.  I saw myself at one point of time in him.  He was really high.  He was lying back, he was grinding his teeth and his eyes were fluttering.  Duane was at my side.

'Look at that kid, he's lost.  Look how high he is.' Duane said.

'You were once him yourself Duane.  Remember?' I replied.

'I was never that bad.'  He said defensively.

'Of course you were, we both were at one time.  But it's a necessary stage.' I said.

'What do you mean?' Duane asked.

'It's the only way we can reach him.' I replied.

'What do you mean reach him?' Duane asked.

'The same way I got through to you.  You were once lost, just as he is, and so was I at one time.' I said, then I continued.  'Our raving is the most spiritual thing in our lives right.  You know how we call the Warehouse our church right?  It's our weekly ritual.  We couldn't possibly think of living without raving right?  The music and the dancing have raised our state of consciousness.  It was here that we found ourselves.  It was here that we found peace, love, unity, and respect.  It was here that we found our people, our tribe.  Before you met me, before I found the Warehouse, or should I say the Warehouse found me.  I was a little punk thug drug dealer.  All I did was drink, have sex and sell and do drugs.  You told me that before the Warehouse all you did was steal, that you were a professional thief with your gang, and you stole to get drugs.  Well I sold drugs to get my drugs.  Today's youth doesn't listen to their elders.  All kids want to do is do drugs.  Drugs plague our generation.  But don't you see that's one of the whole keys to it all, bro.' I said.

'What key?' he asked.

'What's the only thing today's youth want to do?' I asked him.

'Like you said, drugs, and sex.' he replied.

'Yes, and everyone is trying to talk, to counsel, to guide these kids.  They are our future.  But they don't listen.  Every year, it just gets worse and worse.  Many have given up hope.  They feel it's too late.'  I said, then continued.  'But that's the trick, that's how they reached me, and that's how I reached you.  Was through the drugs.  We give them this Ecstasy, and we say 'Here take this!  It feels great doesn't it?  Want some more?  Of course you do, here!'  It's the only way we can reach them, through their drugs.  So then they start coming out every weekend to get high, and they love it.  But while they are here, while they are high, we show them what it's all about. PEACE,LOVE,UNITY,RESPECT.  We show them the power of music.  We show them the power of dance.  We bring them into our world.  We change them.  Then when they are ready, after they start seeing that, we walk over and tell them something.'  I said.

'What do we tell them?' Duane asked.

'The same thing that was told to me, and the same thing that I told you.  That they are coming for the wrong reasons.  They are coming for the drugs, when they should be coming for the music, and dancing, for the unity.  When you tell them that, they realize it.  They think, 'I am coming for the wrong reasons'.  But at that point the power of the music and dance, the power of the unity has affected them so deeply that they start coming for the right reasons.  But do you think if we tried to reach that kid normally, tried to teach him about spirituality, that he would of listened?  You think we would have had any opportunity to change him with out the drugs?  You think I could walk up to a group of high school kids on the street and try to teach them anything about spirituality?  They'd all laugh at me.  But one day that kid over there is going to be coming for the right reasons, sure he still might get high when he comes, but that won't be the main reason he comes.  He'll be coming for the music, and the dancing, and the unity.  One day he'll be a true raver.'

'I see what you're saying.' He replied.

'But my theory goes deeper than that.' I said.

'Go on' He said.

'I believe the reason that our parents generation can't reach their children is because their religions have become obsolete.  The religions have been rendered obsolete by the invention of the computer.  Religion is a tool, used to bring you closer to God, to involve spirituality in your life.  But just as any tool, it eventually becomes obsolete.  I mean, what's the dominant religion here in North America?' I asked.

'I'd have to say Christianity.' Duane replied.

'That's right, but it's not working anymore.  Well, it still works, but not like it did for our parent's generation, or for the generations before them.  I know maybe two or three people of all of my friends, and I have thousands of friends, that actually followed their parents, and are some form of Christian and go to church every Sunday.  My family dragged me to church many times, but I never felt a fraction of the spirituality there that I feel here.  I have never felt as close to God, as close to other people as I do here.  I mean it did wondrous things the last two thousand years.  But look at the last thirty years.  Technology has emerged out of nowhere, in the blink of an eye.  It has changed the entire world.  The Internet and computers have changed everything.  There isn't a thing you do that doesn't involve computers and technology somehow.  The television you watch is digital, the car you drive has a computer in it, the phones you use are digital, the music you listen is altered through electricity, everything involves technology now.  The Internet has created a global village.  And I think that is why these older religions have stopped working.'  'What do you mean?' Duane asked.

'I believe they don't work because technology isn't involved in the religion, and that because technology influences us so much everyday and we are so close to our technology that it now has to be involved in our spirituality, or it won't work.  Now let me ask you something, it will probably be something that you've never thought of before.  Do you think technology has a spirit?  Like do you think your computer, or your TV, or your Playstation has a spirit?'

'Of course not.' He said.

'Why not?' I asked.

'Because it isn't alive.' He replied.

'Your computer has the same electricity running through it, that runs through your nervous system.  And technology is something we created, Humans have been given a God-like power, the power of creativity.  I believe that anything we create is natural.' I said.

'Yeah but a computer isn't alive.' He said.

'Ancient cultures all over the world have always believed that plants, and animals also have spirits, like us.  Why not your computer?' I asked.

'You're crazy.' He said.

'What do call that guy up there, behind the turntables, playing the music?' I asked.

'A DJ.' He replied.

'Do you know what he really is?' I asked.

'What?' Duane asked.

'He's a shaman.  He's a techno-shaman.  He's using the electronic music to invoke certain states of mind, or certain states of being that transcend reality.  He's no different than the ancient shamans of Africa, or the ancient shamans of Native Americans.  Except he uses technology.  What all those politicians who condemn, and try to shut down raves, all those journalists who write negative things about raves, all those parents who think raves are wrong don't realize is that raving is a part of being human.  The need to rave in engrained in our spirits.  It's as natural as the need to have sex, to eat, to sleep.  They don't realize that people have been raving since the dawn of human existence.'  I said.

'What do you mean?  Raves have just recently started.' He said.

'No Duane, we've been raving since the dawn of music.  What is the whole point of raving, what do we come here every weekend for?' I asked.

'To raise our state of consciousness through the power of music and dance, right?' He said.

'Right.  What do you think a Pow-wow is?  Native Americans have been raving for thousands upon thousands of years.  They beat their drum, and sing and chant.  They dance in a circle, with their tribe.  There're using the power of music and dance to raise their state of consciousness.  What do you think an African tribe that is dancing around a fire, chanting, beating drums, wearing ceremonial masks is doing?  They are raving, and the have been for thousands of years.  They used the same tool we use today, the drum, only our drum is digital.  The only thing different about our raves is we are armed with lasers, and electronic music, instead of feathers and animal skin drums.  Do you see?  It's a part of being human.  Do you remember the first time I made you take off your shirt and dance?  How you didn't want to, but when you finally did, It felt so natural, so good?  I remember the first time I took off my shirt.

 I was raving for almost a year, and everyone would always tell me to take of my shirt, and I never did.  Then one day I finally did.  I'll never forget it.  It felt so right, so natural, I felt like I was part of an ancient African tribe, and I was dancing around a fire.  I'll never forget that, and now I'll never rave without some point in the night where I rip my shirt off.' I said.  I paused for a second to catch my breath. 'You see that's what we've lost in today's world.  We've lost our sense of being a tribe.  When you walk down a street at night, and walk by someone you don't know, you don't know what this person might do, you ready yourself just in case he might try to rob you or something.  You don't trust him.  There's fear, and doubt.  It never used to be like that.

We use to be a tribe, that person use to be your brother, or your sister.  You use to love and care about that person.  That's what's so great about electronic music.  It's universal; it isn't influenced by one culture or one part of the world.  It's made all over the world, influenced by every culture.  It's universal.  The same vinyl being spun here can be spun in Japan.  Our tribe is coming back together.  Technology is going to bring us all back together, it's what's going to save us, not destroy us.' I said.

'I hope you're right, I really do.  About our technology saving us, not destroying us, I mean.'  He said.

'Now this is going to sound a little radical, and you might not agree with it, but I'm going to tell you how I feel about technology.  The majority of the world, particularly the religious, is scared of technology.  It scares a lot of people.  But I'm not scared.  They feel it would be wrong to start altering or adding computers to the human body.  But I don't see it as wrong.  I believe that we should eventually be half man, half machine.  I think we should embrace technology.  Not to become all-artificial.  But find the equilibrium.  The perfect balance between man and machine, to create something better than humans.  You see I don't see anything wrong with technology because it something we created and like I said earlier; I think as long as we created it, it is natural.  Don't you feel something, like when you are raving, haven't you felt something else?  I can feel the techno-spirits; I'll call them that, for lack of a better word.  Don't you?'  I asked.

'I feel something, but I don't know what it is.'  He replied.

'I believe that in ancient times, humans accomplished everything through spirituality.  There are monoliths created by man around the world with giant stones, weighing sixty thousand tons, and these sacred sights were built before the invention of the wheel!  I believe that with spirituality, humans once accomplished anything they could dream of.  But one day we questioned it.  That one-day we questioned it, was the day we lost it.  That was its power, that we didn't have any doubts, we didn't have any disbelief, just pure faith.  Adam and Eve took a fruit from the forbidden tree of knowledge.  That was the moment we lost our power, because that was its power.  That we had no doubt, no disbelief, only faith.  I also believe that one day when science comes to it's pinnacle, all that it's going to figure out, is that we had the perfect technology to begin with, in the beginning we had the only sustainable, and everlasting technology.  Our forests, our animals, nature it self is the perfect technology.  Many believe we are coming the end of the cycle, we are entering a spiritual age.'

'How much Acid did you do tonight?' Duane asked.

'Only one hit, okay, well maybe two.' I said, already smiling.  Then we both had to laugh.

'I love you Miles.  You mean so much to me.  You know that?  Don't ever leave me bro.'  Duane said with the utmost sincerity.

'I love you too, bro.  I promise I'll never leave your side.  Besides you're my first mate, and I'm your captain, I need you at my side.  You know I think we've been friends for eternity, in the life before this, in the life after, in every life, I believe we have always been best bro's.  Now you ready to go change some lives?  You ready to change some thought patterns?  You ready to guide the youth?  Look at them out there, they're lost.  They're our sheep; we must tend to our flock.  Let's show them our light.  Let's get out on that dance floor, and show them what it's all about.'

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 18952

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 14, 2005	Views: 47,091

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:30
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

First, let me just say that last night, salvia took me on a ride unlike anything else I've ever experienced. I would say that I am fairly/moderately experienced with psychoactive drugs, having tripped out on many occasions, and I had done my fair share of reading up on this magical plant. But none of that experience prepared me for what magical salvia had in store.

I had tried salvia several times beforehand without breaking through past the 'subtle' or 'altered' states of Daniel Siebert's S-A-L-V-I-A scale (although a couple of those would make interesting experience reports by themselves), and I had an extra hit of LSD I had obtained from a psytrance party a while ago. Seeing as how the LSD supply was running quite low at the time, I had made up my mind to use this one last hit (at least for a while) to its greatest advantage. And since the only other combination I had tried with LSD was smoking some cannabis, I was more than willing to try out its synergistic effects when put in combination with salvia.

For a while before all this, I had been feeling pretty loaded down, what with school and all, maybe on the verge of depression… actually, more like confusion - confusion with who I am, what I'm doing, where I am going, where my talents and interests lie, how I'm connecting with the rest of the world, fear that the world going completely mad, etc etc etc… Normally anybody would say that that is not exactly the most optimal condition to be meddling around with hallucinogens, but I felt as if the green goddess had something to say to me that I had been missing on my earlier attempts at communicating with her.

And so at 5:45 I dropped the acid. I was used to doing at least two hits at a time, so I felt that I was re-entering familiar territory, and I was quite comfortable with myself. I meditated some, listened to some music, waiting for the peak to come. About two hours later, I jotted down some notes: 'definitely feeling real connection w/ the godhead/oneness - all is one.' A feeling came over me of deep connection with the oneness and primeness of the world, and the direction that my life was headed towards, I had to change. I mentioned to my roommate that I would try to smoke some salvia, and since he wanted to see me when I did, I waited another half hour for him to finish up his work-out. In the meantime, I packed my glass pipe about halfway full with the remainder of my dried salvia leaves and played around with Photoshop till he came back.

So 2.5 hours into the trip, I readied myself and sat down on the floor to smoke. I blew my first try by accidentally exhaling pretty deeply through the pipe, blowing little specks of salvia everywhere - confusion of confusions! I packed the bowl again, and took my first hit, long and slow. I held it in for as long as I could, and as soon as I exhaled, the trip definitely got at lot more intense. Just as I was about to go for the second hit, I saw a huge moving wall with all sorts of crawling vibrant Mayan glyphs morphing into each other, and I was zooming right along it, like I was in a big courtyard of some kind in a huge palace in the middle of the jungle. I shook my head out and went for the second hit…

And as soon as I exhaled, BOOM! I felt as if I was being pulled backwards through a tunnel, into and becoming a part of the drawer I was leaning on, but not. I felt the 'reality' in which I had been living, with all its certainties and ingrained habits and daily minutiae, become stretched into a two-dimensional membrane…either that or I was propelled into another one - either way, the end result was the same - I slipped out of this reality, and somehow rolled over into a new one, seeing myself inhabiting a different me in a different 'reality'. Its excruciatingly hard to explain. At this point, the notes I was taking became quite irrelevant, being as they were stuck in the old 3-dimensional view of the world. After a while, I rolled back over, wallah - visual perspective shifts, and I'm in a new realm. If felt like I was lost inside a never-ending MC Escher print. Except I wasn't just one of the people in it. Parts of me would merge with random objects in the room, and there would be a smooth transition from it to the rest of my body. Weird. At some point, I climbed up onto my bed (I am on the top bunk of a rather tall bunk bed… once again not the greatest of ideas, but oh well… :) ) The process of trading inhabitancies went on and on and on.

This whole time, I felt as if I were in danger of vacating my body for good and moving on to what some would call 'the afterlife,' but somehow there was tiny portion of myself that reminded me of the responsibilities and all that I had back in the 'normal' life, and so I clung onto this whirling merry-go-round of shifting realities for a bit longer. There was definitely and element of fear attached. I distinctly heard a voice from outside of myself say to me internally that I really had no reason to want to go on anyway, and that she was showing me all these realities in order to prove to me that anything I wanted was within my grasp. I just had to stand up and all-out go for it, and not be washed away in all the surface details that I saw floating on top of the water of reality. Thus was my first meeting with the herbaceous spirit within saliva, the green goddess.

I will have to check with my roommate when he wakes up what this all looked like from the outside, but I recall somehow managing to a) climb up my bed, b) be in the bathroom, and c) be back up my bed. I asked him after I had come down most of the way back to LSD level what he saw, and he said that he didn't even notice me getting down, going to the bathroom, and coming back, so that made me wonder if I had suddenly rolled into an existence of me in the bathroom, and then rolled back to my room… but then I vaguely remember some kind of journey there, in a sort of jerky fast-motion action, as if were stuck in an old Lumiere film. All this attests to the fact that you really do need a sitter when doing this stuff.

So after what seemed like an eternity, I gradually felt things becoming more and more concrete - it was getting harder and harder to switch realities, the acceleration was slowing down some - bits and pieces of my grounded self started coming back to me. I could visualize a big patchwork quilt made of the different 'me's', the different possibilities of what I could be that I was travelling through, and this quilt becoming thinner and thinner, the pattern more scrunched up as I was gradually brought back to just one. Actually, I was scrambling to find some sort of semblance to attachment one, any one of my existences, only to make this crazy thing stop, and eventually, I was able to catch the very last one and hold on. Had I not been able to, I felt as if I would have just floated in The Void for a very, very long time…

I found myself suddenly being brought back up through another tunnel, and finding that I was once again more or less in control of my body. By that time, about 5 hours had passed since I first dropped, judging by the clock. But even that much calculation took a tremendous effort. I tried to explain the experience to my roommate, but it was damn near impossible. So he just played some music for me before he had to run off for a bus to the anti-war protest in DC. As I rounded the corner to the 'sensual' stage of the LSD trip (the second 6-hour section), I suddenly found myself with the urge to go outside and curl up next to a tree, but being as I am in the middle of the city, and given the state I was in, I decided it would be best for me to stay inside. I was feeling pretty tired physically and mentalo-emotionally, so I crawled back to up to bed and tried to figure out what it all meant.

That was by far the highest I have ever gone. What Terence McKenna said about the experience being worth nothing without taking 'heroic doses' suddenly makes so much more sense. All in all, I know reached at least the 'immaterial' level of salvia, and possibly even the border between it and the 'amnesic' level, although if that happened I wouldn't be able to remember it. I will have to talk to my roommate to verify all this. This experience was perhaps one of the most terrifying things I've ever done, being as it was such an existential confrontation with The Void and infinity, but altogether I believe the lessons I brought back from the experience have made it all worth the while. It has given me a new outlook on life. And as corny as that sounds, I now feel totally invigorated, ready to take on life because it has lost so much of the heavy-handed relevance I was giving it beforehand. I've read some things about how salvia has helped out in cases of depression, and I think it is totally true. Or maybe that's just the afterglow speaking. We'll see. In the terms of my trip, I guess I exchanged one instance of 'me' for another one, seeing as how I just barely managed to ride it back out.

As for the trip itself, I don't think I will be doing the LSD-salvia combination again for a good long time, but I will definitely be giving the salvia goddess plenty of calls in the near imaginable future.

Thank you, salvia.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 18445

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 3, 2005	Views: 33,443

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   76 kg

This is an experience I have never wrote about before, but it’s something I think about a lot, because of the strangeness of the experience, and of how it changed me as a person, and about the connection between mind and body.

Around ten years ago when I was in my late teens early twenties I was some what of a rebel and thug, and a destructive person, I got into all sorts of criminal activities, such as gang fighting, drugs, illegal raves, etc. In that time I experimented with just about every drug known; one of them was LSD.

I had been told before I had ever taken any form of hallucinogenic that LSD was not something to be taken likely, as its the world’s most powerful drug, and can be devastating to someone if a bad trip occurs, or the user is not mentally strong, me being a stupid naive young person did not listen, and thought that I could deal with it, and cope with what ever my mind had to deal with, or what ever experiences it could throw at me… Oh, how wrong I was… And what I did not know at the time was that it was going to change my way of thinking for good.

Some of my friends were into spirituality of all kinds, I believed in the paranormal, but never thought much about the spiritual side of it, but my friends would always be blabbing on about metaphysics, parallel dimensions, and time travel, god, and the soul, and stuff like that; anyway, one night I was doing my normal drinking of cider, and smoking cannabis. I was used to my friends acting strange as they had been experimenting with LSD over the last few weeks, some of them even longer, I was curious about it as my friends had told me about the strangeness of it, and how it had changed there way of thinking for the ‘better’ (in some cases it was for the worse) and that it has opened up some part of the subconscious that they never knew existed. Most of my friends were over intelligent university students that came from upper class families, and I was like the odd one out that came from a lower class family, I was like the novelty poor person of the group, being I was not from a rich family and did not have a great education like they had, and was unemployed, and going nowhere fast. You would have thought it would have been me tempting them to do drugs, but it was they who were pressuring me.

I was cautious at first, even though I had heard the horror stories before, of what can go wrong, and had even seen someone a few weeks before have a bad trip, which in a way made me scared, but at the same time made me even more curious about this mysterious little pill, as the people taking the drug seemed so convinced that they could actually see into some other reality, or even dimension; they were so convinced of it that I started to convince my self I would be able to handle it so that I could see first hand what they were talking about, and that it was the ‘cool’ thing to do. Also if I took it, I would at least be accepted into the group more, as someone that knew about these secret spiritual things like they claimed to know, and would be able to join in more with there in-depth conversations about god, and time, and spirituality. So I asked one of them to get me one, for which they cheered me on. One of the biggest mistakes I made, was getting a blue micro dot, the most powerful form of LSD around at the time.

Anyway, I took the pill with a litre of cider (another mistake) being cider is full of acid. We were in a student’s bed sit, he had no electricity, so we were sitting in candle light, anyway fifteen minutes past nothing, thirty minutes past nothing, forty-five minutes past and I began to feel a little odd, I looked at the walls and watched the shadows moving around on the walls from the candles, and thought they looked odd, but I still felt happy and comfortable. Then after about a hour after taking the micro dot, I started to notice one of my friends sitting in the chair, and he looked at me in a sinister way, and said something along the lines of, ‘Are you in the twilight zone yet?’ and as he said it the room felt like it was melting, and it felt like I could feel the sounds in the room on my skin as warmth. I was still thinking with a straight mind at this time, although I was hallucinating, I was still in a normal state of thinking. I remember telling my friends that I can handle this, it’s bizarre, but I could handle it (or so I thought).

I remember my friends talking about some of the strange things that happen in a LSD trip, such as it’s impossible to tell the time, or to judge distance, as it’s like time and distance do not exist, which was a discussion when they were talking about hallucinogenic drugs and spirituality, and how shamans use hallucinogenic drugs to communicate with the spirit world. I remember thinking, ‘Of course you can tell the time and judge distance, I’ll just look at my watch, and you’ll be able to see it.’ So I looked at my watch and bizarrely there were abut twenty hands on the dial, so I could not read it; I looked at my friend’s digital watch and the digits were 88:88 like it had been reset, I asked him what the time was, and he said it’s *&amp;% (a clock I heard him talk, but when it come to the point that he said the actual time, I could not hear him, others tried to tell me, but the same thing happened, there voices went silent at the point they said the time. I think this is the point I became freaked out and started to worry, and decided to try and walk out side.

When I got up and waked from the room and stood in the hall, the atmosphere changed from comfortable to dark and oppressive, the shadows now seemed to turn into creatures on the walls, I heard them growling and whispering about me, then I looked down to the floor boards I was standing on, and they started to fall away beneath me, and under it was flames and fire, the next thing I remember was someone saying, ‘For God’s sake, help him,’ because apparently I had started pulling my hair out in clumps (something I do not recall) as I just did not understand what was going on. One of my friends then got up and took me downstairs, and outside, he tried to put his arm around me, but I thought it was a snake, so I just freaked out more. Anyway, after some convincing he got me outside.

As soon as I went outside the atmosphere changed again, but it was less threatening, everything seemed sparkly to look at. Although I was scared, still it was not half as bad as what I had just experienced in the bed sit. My friends followed behind, and they decided it would be best for me not to be in that candle lit bed sit again, as it was that that seemed to be causing me to have bad visions, after some time one of my friends Colin that was training to become a psychologist, started talking to me, and was starting to calm me down. When then I turned and looked down an alley way that was dark, and saw two dark figures huddled together talking and whispering. I thought they were demons and were plotting against me, and then something really odd happened; the shadows I saw on the walls as creatures in the bed sit were now surrounding me and growling at me, they kind of reminded me of the demons in the movie Ghost.

After starting to panic, my friend Colin told me to think of God, and as he said that a white illuminated mist started coming up from my feet, and I could feel it touching my face and skin, then I looked back at the alley where the demons were, and they were gone, I then looked up and saw a silver sparkling stairway. It looked like a stairway to heaven; my instinct was to try and walk up it, as by this time I was completely delusional. And away with the fairies, my friends started laughing at me because I was stomping on the grass thinking I was walking up steps, and my legs were giving way because I thought I was going higher up the steps, and thought I was no longer standing on the grass.

After some time I was told to forget what I could see, and he then told me some stuff that I can’t remember now, but it was something he had used in his psychology class about the yin and yang, and about that I should accept that light and darkness were equal, and that there was nothing I could do about it and that I should face my fears, and that my subconscious mind should find a way of accepting this. As he said this, I felt a sense of peace I had never felt before, both the demons, shadows and the stairway vanished, but had all morphed into one, and were now blended into everything I saw around me. The trees were swirling and sparkling with all the colours of the spectrum, the clouds and moon were spinning with vivid pretty colours, like a psychedelic video, this was pretty much how things would be through out the rest of the night. I never saw any other hallucinations, other than the swirling colours that seemed to radiate from everything, and they seemed to connect everything together, and I somehow saw and realised that everything was living and alive, and was one. It was as if my thoughts were solid and had mass, and that they connected to my environment. I could again feel sounds physically, and the environment in some odd way was something a part of me, I felt so connected to the ones around me, and felt love for them, even the ones I normally did not like. Things seemed more realistic to me then than they did before; I had never felt so alive than in comparison to what I felt before.

Normal reality seemed less real; I think unless you have experienced it you won’t know what I mean.

Another odd thing was something moving like a leaf floating down from a tree, made a sound like twinkling, when normally a leaf would make no sound, and when people turned there heads, I heard a whooshing noise.

One of the only things I did not like in this new found peace, was the frustration I had when I would get these huge bursts of thought to come to me, that made me think, ‘I understood the universe and everything in it.’ I had it on the tip of my tongue, and I told those around me that I knew the answer to life, and everything-ness, and they would say to me, ‘OK Barry, tell us what is the meaning to the universe,’ And I just could not spit it out, I could not get the words out of my mouth, no matter how hard I tried, but I swear blind some how I knew it, and it was the most frustrating thing I have ever felt to this day. It was like one side of me understood the secrets of the universe, but the other side could not comprehend it.

Anyway after a while, about ten hours in all, I came down, and started coming back to reality, and over a day or two got back to normal completely. But my ways of thinking had changed dramatically, I got a job, I stopped fighting, I stop taking drugs, I became a better person, and started learning everything I could about the after life and spirituality. I became a pacifist, and an animal lover, I became a hippie and later a pagan. The experience was terrifying yet awe inspiring, but I would never do it again as some of the people I did it with today have mental problems, so it’s not all good.

My reason for posting this is because I had a dream about this last night after talking to my girlfriend about it, and it has brought back some memories of it, and has made me wonder again is LSD something that just causes the brain to hallucinate, or is it something that actually opens up apart of the consciousness that is able to see into other dimensions or realties? Was I just seeing a bunch of crap that my mind and surroundings caused me to experience? Or does it open up a door in our own mind, that allows us to see a perception of things more complex, and of a higher understanding that what our normal waking brains experience? I do not know the answer to this, but it has sure changed me and made me think more about things I would not normally have done before hand.

I believe shamans and tribal people use hallucinogens because (to them) it opens the door to the other worlds, in where they can see, and communicate with beings or things in that world, and that they connect with it both physically and mentally. It’s like we are interconnected with all things, and beings that are all around us, all the time, whether they be physical things or spiritual things. The spiritual are a reality in their mind state, just as the physical is a reality in our mind state, and are all in a sense morphed into our natural environment, and ours into theirs. Maybe the same applies to our lives and there lives we are all connected. Maybe they have drugs that make them have strange experiences where they can see glimpse into a window into our world?

God, if you like, is like one huge mass of energy all combined into one. Maybe these drugs can open something up within us that lets us have a glimpse into that window of the bigger picture of things, but unfortunately our physical brains are limited, and can not perceive that bigger picture, as a spirit being might well see it. This experience seems to have taught me that the spirit world is all around us, its represented by life we all see all around us, it just seems that our physical world seems to give it a image that we all perceive as being ‘normal’ reality. I think the laws of the spirit world are probably extremely strange, and alien to us.

I also find it fascinating that it’s said that time and distance does not exist in the spirit world, and when I tried to tell the time or hear the time when on LSD, I could not understand it no matter how hard I tried, I mean I could not even hear someone say, it or even judge the distance from me to a wall near by.

One of the things this experience taught me was that maybe certain drugs like LSD can open up a part of our being, that allows that ‘God effect’ to be felt or experienced.

I do not think that the answers to God can be found in a pill its self. But the drug might let us experience genuine ‘God effects’ in the state of mind a pill might put us in, or that it might open some kind of strange door to a world far beyond our range of understanding. Remember we only use a small percentage of our brain mass; could certain drugs make us use more of that brain mass, letting us see something we do not normally notice around us? Even science admits that energy is all around us, but we do not always see that energy, or even know where it comes from; maybe some drugs can help us see energies that are normally invisible to our every day senses.

All the best,

Faeden

Exp Year: 1994	ExpID: 42273

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 4, 2005	Views: 42,110

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           BODY WEIGHT:
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I took acid for the first time on at the Beltane Fire Festival. The Beltane Fire Festival is a Pagan celebration of the coming of Summer which is held yearly in Edinburgh on top of a hill in the centre of the town. It’s a large event drawing an estimated ten thousand people a year, from hippies who are there to go stoned, drunks, parents with kids to people tripping their balls off. This year I fell into the later category with my first real trip on LSD.

To begin with there has been here in Edinburgh an acid drought much like the rest of the world. However it looks like someone wanted everyone to have a good time at Beltane, rumours were that someone had managed to stockpile a vast quantity of acid just for this event and it’s certainly believable. For a substance which everyone always has plans in the works for that night five people I knew had a bottle of a hundred drops each not to mention the numerous trips flying about. So I was set for my night out, I bought three bits of blotter from a friend and had another drop of liquid lined up from a different friend. The initial plan was to have a drop and then save the tabs for later experimentation.

So at about 9:15 I went to my neighbours to meet my friends and get my drop. By 10:15 I was feeling highly energized though as far as I was concerned this was nothing to do with the acid, this was simply me getting in a mind frame and setting myself up for a good night. Some of my friends enthusiasm was rubbing off on me as well as it was to be his first Beltane and he had no idea what to expect. We ended up leaving my neighbours at about 10:30 and walking up the hill which took us half an hour, picking up more people on the way. By the time I arrived at the hill at 11 pm I didn’t feel up at all in the slightest so I decided to take a tab to ensure a good time, placing one of the tabs beneath my tongue for a few second before swallowing it. I forgot about taking the acid as I know the best way to kill a trip is to become too expectant of something happening. Some time later I decided I had been ripped off on the acid as I hadn’t had any effect yet so I took another tab. My friend the tabs had came from had previously been ripped off when buying forty quids worth of tabs and I had decided that he had sold them to me to make his money back as I can be a bit paranoid at times.

The first of me realizing that maybe the acid wasn’t fake came when I was wandering about the hill with a few friends. Someone came up to me and said, ‘You're Mirsha aren’t you?’ it turned out to be someone I had spoken with online but not met in person. We chatted for ten minutes in front of these really bright lights before I wandered off with my friends again. After walking about for ten minutes we arrived back at the lights and I said, ‘Those lights look familiar.’ My mate pointed out we’d walked in a circle but I couldn’t believe him, we’d been walking in a straight line from my point of view and I loudly argued that it was impossible for us to arrive back at the same point if we had taken a walk in a straight line. This was further reinforced when the blokey I had just met said hi to me again and pointed out I had returned to where I started.

We left the hill shortly after that as nothing much was happening. Me and my friend had lost everyone else so it was just the two of us and we were getting more and more mashed, it was cold and there wasn’t anyone we knew so we went to the club we had planned on going to earlier as we knew we’d meet more people there. On the way down in my slightly disabled state I decided to throw caution to the wind and took the third and final tab leading me to having taken four hits of acid over roughly two and a half hours.

By the time I go to the club I was wonged out my skull. We went straight to the dance floor to dance and it felt like I was in the middle of the most exciting and energetic crowd ever, but when I put a hand against a wall everything would suddenly shift back into focus and it would just be a bunch of fucked people dancing with lights going off. It was about at this point I started to get really completely fucked. I was seeing visuals everywhere and just generally loosing the plot. The DJ played Krekc by Speedy J and every time a sharp chime sounded my vision would just kind of change to this fractal image I took to be my brain and I would see white flashes going down what I took to be the neurons of my brain. I was literally watching cognition at work and was utterly memorized by it.

About ten minutes later the DJ played another tune, Remodel by Michael Forshaw, which is a truly evil song. It features a deep rumbling bass line with large crashing cymbals and a very fucked up noise which I dubbed squirrel noise, for when the tune was being played I was watching squirrels running about in the lighting gantry doing normal squirrel things. The next tune was Paranoid Dancer by Johannes Heil, which has these really distorted vocals saying ‘P-A-R-A-N-O-I-D’ and such like things. By this point I was looking over my shoulder every thirty seconds trying to work out who was whispering in my ear, telling me I was paranoid. It was at this point I decided to get off the dance floor as the music was starting to freak me out a bit and I was begriming to feel a bit overwhelmed by the experience.

So this led to me going to the toilets and sitting in between two sinks for what seems like half an hour chatting with various people and staring at the urinals as the piss was climbing upwards trying to escape and I could see shimmering flashes running along the urine. At this point my next door neighbour came in to sell a drop of acid and some random person came up to me and asked me if that was ecstasy in a loud voice. Seeing how I was fucked but not stupid I decided to not talk to this person who was shouting at me, ‘DO YOU HAVE ANY ECKIES?’ He followed me about for a bit and kept coming up to me and saying ‘I know you!’ but I was in no state to tell him to fuck off, so my friend did! Then I turned to her and asked her, ‘You can see him as well? I thought it was just me,’ in my completely wrecked state I had just assumed no one would be so blatant about getting drugs so he wasn’t real so I didn’t have to deal with him.

Next I noticed that life was a bit like The Sims, everyone had a thought bubble above their head which showed what they were thinking of. It was easy to see what people were thinking about which made it easy to go up to people and talk with them, the only problem now was that I had the exact same conversation, word for word with five different people. I put this situation down to ‘shoddy programming’ and I couldn’t believe the makers of this game had been so lax to only put in one conversation into this game which I had decided was the Drug Expansion pack for the Sims.

About this time Holy Ghost came on to do a PA. I don’t know what he was doing on the stage but what I saw was ambulances coming through the wall every five minutes, dropping off dead bodies which the front man would cut up, then the bodies would be loaded up on a different ambulance which would quickly drive off through a different wall. I really had to get away from this as there were just too many people about and I as starting to panic a bit with all these really freaky visuals.

So I returned to the chill out area where I quickly found two of my friends in a similar state to me to chat with. We were both pretty much speaking nonsense, at one point I succumbed to aphasia and whenever I tried to say something sensible it would come out as gibberish though I knew I had said it. After five minutes of really thinking hard I got my power of clear speech back and was explaining to my friend exactly how completely wrecked I was. I can’t remember what I said to her but she turned around to me at one point and said, ‘Ross, stop being so paranoid!’ My only answer was a quick retort of, ‘Who told you I was paranoid?’ Thus began my descent into a classic paranoid trip.

My friends left to go to the second dance floor which was playing hip hop, the music instantly freaked me out as I didn’t enjoy it, so I returned to the chill out area on my own to relax. Upon sitting down I watched someone come up to me, put their hands in my pocket and take out my mobile phone and wallet and walk off. I was too wrecked to really take notice of this until it happened again, and again… Paranoia was really starting to get the better of me now and I started descending into a really freaky mental landscape. My thought process just collapsed in upon itself and I found myself unable to focus on any single thought for more than a few seconds which really freaked me out. I decided that I was in some form of hell and I would be trapped in this club for ever. I noticed that the PA was playing a tune, 4 am at the Crying Cactus, which I had blatantly heard being played for the last forty-five minutes non stop even though my mind told me they’d never get away with playing the same thing for forty-five minutes. I was here to stay forever and whenever I thought about leaving my mind would wander off track and I’d realize I was trapped again.

It took all the willpower I own to get up and make my way to pickup my bag and coat and leave.

Now I was confronted with a new problem, a friend I hadn’t seen in a while turned up just as I was trying to get my coat and she demanded I go dance. My mind was now playing tricks on me trying to concoct reasons why I should stay and be trapped forever by throwing a women at me who was attractive through ‘beer’ goggles, but not without. As she tried to persuade me to stay I blinked and in that moment when I opened my eyes again she was standing there wearing nothing but stockings and suspenders. A brief look around confirmed that there were many more women like that in the club and I really started to freak out now as I knew my mind was playing tricks upon me. I managed to fob her off by saying I had work the next day and needed to get home so I collected my bag and left the club.

Getting back home was a problem since I could quote my address but didn’t actually know where that was. I just completely followed my instincts to get me back home which luckily they did. At one point I had to cross a road and just as I thought that a car went past. I stood for ten minutes looking up and down the road trying to make sure it was safe for me to cross as I knew I was impaired but I did this directly outside the police station looking a bit worse for the wear. Luckily no officers stopped to enquire into my state of health so I managed to continue to make it home.

On my way home I got a big shock, my next door neighbours were leaving for the club just as I was getting home, it was about 3 am by this point maybe, though I have no idea what the time really was. There was a taxi waiting outside my door which I completely ignored, I was pleased to arrive home for I felt that being on my own where I felt safe would help me get out of this bad trip and put me in a position where I was able to look after myself once again. As I took out my key to open the door it suddenly opened and there stood one of my neighbours and my head literally cracked and broke on the spot. The stress and shock of it pushed me completely over the edge, I wasn’t sure whether these people were real or not or if they were trying to harm me. I quickly became really aggressively defensive and got unjustifiably upset that they offered to let me get a taxi ride down to the club with them because in my head they were trying to defeat me from returning home and take me back to hell. I felt really bad about quickly making an excuse to run away though I have the firm belief it was the right decision.

Finally getting home I started to experience really powerful visuals, I once again encountered the fractal mind but this time it would explode off into infinity but I was still able to comprehend all of it at once. I realized that what I was seeing was some sort of mystic force and as it grew and grew I slowly came to understand what the universe was all about, I had found the answer to life, the universe and everything. Then in a moment it was gone and I knew I had lost the greatest secret that had been hidden from mankind.

I had to curl up into a ball and repeated the acid mantra, I have taken a powerful hallucinogenic and it will go away, for about half an hour. My stomach had fierce cramps, I felt sick and my mind was fragmenting into bits and I was utterly loosing my sense of self. I didn’t know if I wanted to piss or shit or drink water and for the first time I truly felt helpless and unable to look after myself. For a short period of time I convinced myself I was dying, I had always taken a risk doing drugs and finally the odds were to be against me. I was almost in tears as I didn’t want to die and I thought how upset my family and flat mates would be at me throwing my life away.

However acid is a very safe drug to take and it did become less and intense and more and more pleasant. I entered a state in which everything was extremely funny and I could not stop laughing. A lettuce in my fridge had me rolling about on the floor laughing at it. After this I kinda did what I normally did but with extreme hilarity. I made many posts to GBS with complete random rantings about nonsensical things for a while. Once I entered this state I was on top of the world again, the bad paranoia trip had gone and I felt much better in the body and the mind. I spent the rest of that night entertaining myself doing things because I wanted to see what they would be like on acid to see how they were different. One of the things I noticed was that drinking/eating took up a lot of concentration as my perception of myself was very poor, at one point I went to take a drink of water and ended up spilling some on my shoulder even though I could feel the bottle neck about my lips. Eating went over the shoulder as well, there was a definite shift in my perceptions which said to me I was about one inch to far to the right in reality.

After this phase my trip started to fizzle out, bass line reality smoothly started to come back to me and things would loose a certain edge that they possessed. More and more I felt fuzzy and warm and as though I was just phasing out, bits of my body would start to come back to me after feeling like I had forgotten about them for a few hours. I was still tripping under the acid just not as hard though, I was more able to place my sense of self in an environment and deal with it. I took the decision to go to work half an hour early which obviously was a bad move though at the time it made perfect sense, I had to see how other people would react to me. How much could I get away with and would people care? I found a bottle of alcohol in my bag as I left to go to work and I decided to drink that on the way to work, sitting at the back seat on the bus getting hammered. I did a full eight hours shift which included such activities as telling one of my work colleagues that if he turned off my loud techno I was going home as it was the only thing keeping me at work through to getting in a bottle of vodka and coke during my lunch break and proceeding to get completely wrecked until the end of my shift.

By the time I got home I was completely hammered but had one last task to do before I could freely feel safe getting some sleep. I went to my next door neighbours to apologize for my actions the previous night, I explained the whole thing as me having way too much acid and getting a bit out of control and he was cool with it. We had a smoke then I fell into bed and passed out for a few hours.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 18714

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 5, 2005	Views: 27,529

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