V-2nd, Chap 7

[Ian Livingston]

Never saw anything that wasn't there, only saw it more clearly,
thought more freely, laughed more mirthfully at apparently shared
insights with other non-verbal aeronauts. Well, okay, the patterns may
not actually have been there qua being and all, but that was a part of
the point: being in perception is superimposed on interdependent
origination. Max dose: 1800 mics; result: cosmic, baby!

Had only one "bad trip"--'cause it was in a populated place instead of
the forest. Don't remember much, except the feeling of being watched,
hounded.

Always wondered what was the big deal about hallucinating. Mark
Vonnegut did that for free. Stan Grof called it psychotomimetic, which
I suppose it is under bad circumstances.

On Tue, Sep 28, 2010 at 7:30 AM, Michael Bailey
<michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
> there was a time, not so long ago, when a lot of people I knew had
> such experiences.  Somewhere there came up an inhibition about talking
> about them: "oh, there's old so-and-so, going on about his trips
> again"
>
> I never concurred in that, but I suspect it did arise for a reason.  I
> have errands and chores to do, sleep to fit in sometime, Chapter 8
> lying naked in the tub, and I'm still tempted to start a big
> "tripping" thread...
>
> how about a top 5 things I've heard people say or said about trips
>
> 5) one guy was talking about how he saw all these miniature spacemen
> come into the room and was blasting them with his imaginary ray gun /
> this is tied with this other guy who thought he was a frog and took
> off all his clothes and was hopping around and his girlfriend came
> over and they made sweet love (I wasn't there for either of those...)
>
> 4) one girl (this was a girl whose boyfriend had filed teeth...) said
> "I love mescaline!  It's great for fighting!"
>
> c) one guy saw a birthday cake with pictures of all the presidents on it
>
> d) one guy I met in jail was talking about how he tripped and couldn't
> stop wondering whether camels eat donuts
>
> e) one guy started to flip out when a bunch of us were walking on the
> publicly-available beautiful grounds of a private school: he said,
> "I'm going crazy!"
> Luckily my other friend had the presence of mind to ask him, "What
> will you eat?"
> By answering "roots and berries," he brought himself back to himself...
>



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