Exquisite moments from inner space

Don't remember the exact date, sometime in 1980, but as I lay in bed, headphones on tuned to the local classical station, ~170ugs of LSD flipping switches and opening gateways into my innermost self, it happened.

The orchestra fell silent and from the depths of nowhere is arose, the vibration of a violin string. As the violin solo began, time halted and I became suspended for eternities in the space that resides in between each waveform of sound the violin string resonated out into the universe. I became engulfed in the sound as each millimeter of the bow was drawn across the strings.
Floods of emotionality almost too "real" to bear experiencing welled up from my innermost being.
Joy, Fear, Misery, Rapture, Ecstasy, Mourning, Celebration all rose up as one and assailed my soul with all the fury and power of the Sun and gently caressed my being with warm rays of acceptance.

Sadness so deep as to reach in and grasp your very soul and bring it to it's knees weeping.
Bliss so explosive that it wants to take command and shout out to the universe, "I AM, I AM"
Thought had ceased, visions had come to a halt, I was no longer "I". All that existed in the universe was the solitary vibrations emanating from the strings, all flowing and melding into one another and into me until finally there was no "I" and "Thou", no more "Performer" and "Listener", just the forever being of "Now".

As I lay there transfixed by the glorious sounds pouring into every facet of my being, unable and unwilling to move, the only thought/word present in my reality was "Gratitude".
Gratitude for all that was, all that is and all that will be.

The glory of a sunrise, the tears of a mother, the laughter of a child, all these and many more than can be recounted flooded my awareness and filled my with an awe and reverence for life in all it's glorious forms.
Gratitude welled up from my core and with tears streaming from my closed eyes I managed a slight whisper for any who would care to hear,
"Thankyou"

All this took place in the time it took the violinist to draw his bow back and forth but a few times, yet consumed lifetimes and will be with me for eons.


The memory of this moment is one of my most cherished psychedelic experiences and helps me to re-center at times.

Anybody else care too share their "Exquisite moments from inner space"?
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This sounds like a very powerful experience, beautifully written too.

Once I was brought to tears by the sight of water droplets from a garden sprinkler capturing and refracting the sunlight as they moved through the air looking like bursts of flashing colors . Overwhelmed by the beauty of the sight I just cried big tears of joy for a while. I know what you mean by the feeling of gratitude to be able to experience existence in this way.

 

I have dozens of moments like this. These transcendent moments are what I live for. The funny thing is that they can't really be predicted. I can take the same drug in the same setting and dose and not have a "special transcendence" and other times, will.

The drugs I have taken are many, but I haven't taken many psychedelics...just 2C-I many times (and many life changing experiences!) but here are the drugs that give me these experiences and those that never do.

DO:

- Cannabis (the only reason I ever smoke - other than these experiences, I hate pot)
- Strong Opioids (only every once in awhile they provide a glimpse of a realm of existance that would surprise most people give their reputation as mind-numbing and all)
- Psychedelics (so 2C-I in my case...I bet LSD would provide even more intense experiences like this)

DON'T:

- Benzos (no sense of transcendence at all...at any dose)
- Alcohol (no way in hell)
- Stimulants (they give some powerful experiences but they are not empathetic or ego-softening)
- Most party drugs

 

Only two posts?
What about all you regulars, you can't tell me that you don't have moments that stand out above the rest of a trip to share with us.

 

I don't write as well as you and some others, I tend to hesitate to get all flowery in my descriptions, and I also get a bad case of "how the hell can one even begin to convey..."

My first ever trip will always stand out in my memory. A friend of the time introduced me in 79, we dropped at the beach I have pics on here from revisiting last year.
Coming up was a bit bewildering, slightly bumpy, unfamiliar space. We walked along the beach and then had to clamber over rocks to get inside the cove. The physical exertion I think made things kick into high gear because once inside, it was like another planet. Walking along the sand near the water I quickly noticed things glittering in the sand. I was to find out later it was these...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HcQlQlKt2w&feature=related"]Red Tide - Bioluminescent San Diego, 2011 - YouTube
They weren't in the water like that, but in the sand, and greenish not so blue. Disturbing the sand would cause them to fluoresce for several seconds. That hour or so was perhaps the most magical hour I ever spent while tripping.
Rolling in the sand, skipping along like a child...
Spent some time picking through the sand to get one of those little guys in my hand to say hello. Not too dissimilar to Stark Naked on Kesey's trip when they went swimming and she felt the water talking to them saying "finally, we've been waiting for human contact."
We climbed the rocks to the clifftop and sat and breathed in the beauty. Somewhere after the actual peak we lit a doobie and the conversation we had up there for a few hours was my first in-your-face total immersion into interconnectedness. It hit me full force. For the first time I felt I could "feel" how life clings to this big ol rock, how we're all interdependant, how existence is a series of fractals (which I knew nothing of mathematically) like the commonality of an atom, connected to a molecule, making a system of cells, attached to an even bigger system of cells, on and on and on until you have galaxy clusters that interact together.
I often wonder if its common to hold your first psychedelic substance above others, since Lucy was my first I don't know what would have happened if it was shrooms.
When I go off preaching the wonder of Lucy, it stems from that first experience. It might have been better, but things came together the way they did. The intensity and gravity of that night is something I feel most people should experience.

I hope Felix reads this before tonight.

 

I read it now bud. Thanks for sharing your life changing experience. Now i know why you appreciate lucy so much and hold it in sacredness. I did find out that nature tripping is the way to go and lucy allowed me to expereince it's beauty last week.

I had a similar experience as you while I was camping in nature on shrooms, 2 days of tripping back to back. They were the most profound trips i ever experienced. It was obvious to me that the leaves on the branches were reaching to me, everything was woven of the same divine fabric, I could feel the existence and life of the mountains. Everything was pulsing with life. It was these few trips that keep me going and not get down on my self. Once you experience the magic then the grey gloominess of life situations can't get much of a strangle hold on you.

 

I'm glad you got to have your experience. About my "first time" comment... so looking back do you still feel a bigger affinity for shrooms, being your first, or do you find LSD more special?

I don't neccesarily think outdoors is the only way to go, i've had amazing indoor times too. There is just something special with a nature trip when everything lines up well.

 

I say they are King and Queen. I do want to have an indoor trip with Lucy but I have to prepare everything ahead of time, like pick out my music and stuff, maybe put on a blindfold and go inwards. My last trip, I just sat and went into the contents of my mind, would have went alot smoother had I pre-planned.

 

One thing I've learned about planning. I do like to have a general itinerary, maybe pick out some music if I'm inside, take certain things if I'm going to be outside away from home, but I have never had a trip come out "like I planned".
I've brought things on trips and wondered later why I did, or conversely glad I did. I've forgot something or gone on "a mission" to find it and had adventures because of it. Like
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSwIpya4BjY"]David Cross - Tripping on Acid and Mushrooms - YouTube
Then again, I know you've been there.