Stripped down to a conscience, freed from earthly ties. My Awakening. Sorry to be longwinded, but I tried to capture the essence of what was happening not just the play by play. I uploaded a small selection of pictures to go along with the story. Enjoy! The adventure begins as many adventures do, at a bus stop, from Hellensvale to Labrador (to collect some friends) and onward until the bus departed from the Gold Coast Highway. By then darkness had settled in as the sun set in brilliance over the expanse of the outback. With no more busses there was nothing to do but walk south, along a highway, through construction, to reach a gas station. We picked up a ride a few kilometers down to another gas station where we decided to sit with a sign in the hopes a kind soul would help some fellow travelers. After almost a half hour with no ride and a handful of rejections one of our little posse found a ride back home. Myself and my compatriot in this endeavor, unwilling to admit defeat, decided to stay a little while longer. In minutes, a web programmer from Canada looking for good surf found us like lost dogs on a corner and offered a ride. After dropping us off exactly where we needed to be, he left, All the best to him. Back on track with our little adventure we passed some riff raff that we recognized from a rejection on the side of Route 1. Ignoring the “No Visitors Past This Point” sign we marched in and began to explore the very vibrant hostel. In the back camping section we made some dinner and started making friends. It was not long before we found what we were looking for. “How many do you want? They are very strong.” we were warned. We headed for town and found respite on a swing set behind some trees away from the road. Cheers, two each down the hatch. It was about 10pm. A bowlful of herbs and I was ready to take on the world. Nearby was a late night art market. How long before things began to happen, it must be soon, I found myself thinking in anticipation while perusing some interesting bronze castings. It must be soon, we should head to the beach I suggested not more than a half hour after ingesting the pieces of paper no bigger than my fingernail. Nearing the beach I could feeling the drug welling up in me about to explode, I did not waste any time getting to the sand. We sat and removed our shoes on the stairs leading to the beach, something amazing was about to happen, I was going to be ready. Walking onto the sand was like walking through a portal the soft feeling of sand between my toes must have triggered something. This is coming on too quickly, he must have given me something else. This must be one of those date rape, fuck like wolves kind of drugs. That idea was quickly repressed. The fear only lasted a few minutes, and before long I was on top of the drug wrestling it to the ground. It was better than I could have ever hoped for. I skipped and ran and jumped along the beach in excitement and wonder. Dancing in circles around my friend to make sure she kept up and I would not lose her here in this place of wonder. We reached a deep chasm, a rift in the beach. I was worried, how could we cross it? What I needed was on the other side. Darkness. I slowly lowered myself down the shear cliff and skipped through the water to the other side. Drue was a little more reluctant. “Where are we going?” she aksed, puzzled as only a person with a head full of acid can look. “The darkest part of the beach” I could hardly wait to reach it. I wanted to get there before I was too inebriated to find my way down a straight line. I was afraid to look up, worried about what I might see in the abyss. I finally pried my eyes from the sand that moved much more like water than sand to the sky. My breath was taken away. The stars swirled about in the soup of the sky, colliding, exploding, morphing and erupting brilliant colours of red, blue, purple, green, yellow, orange, everything else you can think of, and more, that rained down onto the earth. It was too much to look at, it was too bright. I could not look at it for long. When I returned my eyes to the sand beneath my feet it started to breathe. The sand was alive. Animal figures the size of my foot started to crawl, climb, and morph into over and around each other. Elephants, giraffes, lions, bears, seals, penguins, it all lived as the sand. I agreed to return towards the light, back where we entered the beach, not that I could recognize anything at that point. It was probably a good idea, things were getting a little intense in the darkness. With sand animals crawling on my feet, I kicked them into dust. What was really strange was the way the shadows of the grass attacked me. Shadows, having no mass, could no nothing to me. Despite their greatest efforts to trap and ensnare my feet I walked with no resistance. Once we began to move I felt more comfortable. Soon we came to a river, or a stream. All I could tell was that the water was moving, and it was moving in one direction, the direction we were to go. We followed the river to the mouth where it opened up to the ocean. It was the gap, the foot tall cliff that I had to scale earlier in the night where we crossed in my quest for the darkest part of the beach. It seemed like ages since we waded through this water. We crossed it for the second time and sat down. Now things started getting crazy. Everything was swaying, but I was moving right with it so it was all right. At this point I could not longer tell the difference between what was alive and what was not. Everything was alive, and waving at me. The rocks turned into people indistinguishable from one another. A mass of arms and heads flopping around like the tube monsters outside a car dealership. The trees were not trees from this world. They were animated and moved more than the wind could have pushed. It was too hard to look at the trees and light so I turned my gaze again to the dark sea where I could only vaguely make out where the waves crashed and turned to white wash. Like the stairs of MC Escher the waves were always getting closer, but no closer. I was alarmed, I had the fear that they would come and sweep me away into the darkness. I could never really tell where the water was, if it was getting closer or further away. The waves just kept crashing, the trees kept swaying, and the rock continued to turn into people as if sitting on a bleacher stand waving their arms and heads at me. I decided it was better to not think about them. I could not tell if there were actual people there and I wanted to avoid any and all confrontations in this state. There were others on the beach, at least I think there were others on the beach. Some sounded like they were playing soccer, but I didn’t want to find out. I think I saw other people walk by and one I think got into a fight, but I couldn’t be certain. One in particular scared me. He walked around seemingly without a purpose, I could not really make him out through the filter of my hallucinations. He looked like a killer, with a burlap sack on his head, the executioner. Of course Drue decided this was the one to make friends with. I sat on the beach motionless trying with all my might to telepathically inform my good friend that she was walking into a death trap. This man wanted to guillotine her head off! As it turned out this man was both a blessing and a curse. I decided as long as I was peaceful everyone would let me be. I watched and listened to the spinning cyclones of wonderfulness came crashing onto the sand in an amazing display of colour. I began to meditate. Listening as the waves crashed from right to left. Thunderously approaching like a 16 wheeler speeding past a child on a bicycle. I felt powerless and I came to terms with this feeling. I was alone. I searched inside myself and found no one. I began to rise out of my body into the darkness that surrounded me. The waves had taken hold. At last I let go of my concept of time I watched my body vanish into the nothingness in a beautiful, complex swirling fractal. I transcended through my past. Time stopped. In the absence of time I existed as everything I was, am, and would be. Then that disappeared as well. Just as I began to wonder if I was ever going to find my way out of this place of nonexistence, I found myself returned to my own body. Part of me wanted to go back. Slowly I opened my eyes and I saw the shadow of myself sitting by a tree, cross-legged, and appearing in the form of the buddah. I could remember nothing of my previous self save a few simple and basic truths upon which I rebuilt my life. I could not tell how long I was gone for, nor did it matter. I found myself in a very strange world where for some reason or another things existed, matter stuck together, and I got to witness it. I remembered that I was from New Hampshire where I have a family and I am currently studying at a university, what ever that is. I love and felt connected to a girl named Kayla who for some reason was not close. The last concept I had a handle on was that people can use their brains, we all live, some people have a drink of life and sometimes we do silly little things like take acid. I kept repeating that to myself, without knowing exactly what it meant. I could not remember who Drue was, but it seemed she was guiding me through life. A balloon tied to her backpack kept smiling at me and reassuring me everything was as it should be. It seems strange now that I was taking advice about reality from a balloon. I kept asking who this Kayla person was that I felt so connected to, “who is Kayla?” I never got a straight answer. I knew at some point I would get back to her, at some point I would have to go back to classes, and that rooted me to something so I didn’t float off into space like I knew the balloon wanted. In this state of know nothingness I stumbled across other people who for some reason also stuck together, and they were buying things! What a crazy idea. I could not understand money; it was so foreign to me. Government was a particularly difficult concept to wrap my recovering mind around. I kept asking Drue my guide things like “And there is a such thing as government, right?” To which she answered “yes.” Strange I thought to myself. I was also keenly aware of a backpack that was filled with things that I should not lose, and for some reason stuck together. Slowly I awakened and realized more and more things as reality became itself again. It started with hitch hiking to Byron, and ended with taking some acid. Beyond that, nothing, I could remember nothing of what happened earlier in the night, yet I was sure that bricks existed, and were quite hard too. Government, money, people, and especially interactions with other people as a way of defining ourselves became clear as the fog of my hallucinations lifted. This whole period of the trip, walking through Byron, is very difficult to remember. Someone asked me where I was from, and surprisingly I was able to answer “New Hampshire.” I am not sure if what I though I said sounded anything like the sounds my mouth created, and I must have come across either very rude or very strange because I do not remember saying another word or interacting with that person again. In fact I do not remember ever looking at the person. I was too distracted by the wall in the center of a roundabout. It is shaped like waves and sparkles in the light. I walked around and around the traffic system watching the waves crash in colourful sparkling wonder. I still had no idea what anything was; only that it existed, which added to my amazement. At one point I remember thinking that going to the beach was what caused this to happen, the state I was in. Somehow the beach was the edge of the world and after that there was only the great expanse of the universe, and somehow the waves were the interface between the two worlds. People went there to forget time and have these amazing things happen to them. I decided it must take a while for your brain to catch back up to speed because the world is so complex, you must come back slowly building layer on layer of complexity. The idea that things exist at the base of knowledge, and concepts like government topped off the pyramid. My Backpack was what I had to bring along as something physical to remind me of myself. I worried greatly for the person who wandered to the beach without anything, how that must have changed them, I wondered if they would ever come back. I started to feel very drained. we walked in circles around the circle with the crashing sparkling waves until some nice person pointed us back to the beach. If I remember Drue was quite the chatty Kathy talking with anyone and everyone. We returned to the familiar, where the earth met the universe and sat down on some plastic grass. Remembering that everyone goes to sleep at night I decided that was what I must do. I fell asleep, but only for an instant. It was just long enough to restart my brain. When I woke up everything was back to normal, colours had stopped flashing, and I was back to being myself, I had regained myself after my trip to the beach. Time returned to its natural state, and everything existed. I no longer cared why things stuck together, only that they continued to do so, and I finally remembered who Drue was. I looked around to reorient myself. Things were still strange. Drue turned over to look at me and said, “The night is still young.” It was then that I realized what just happened was only the beginning. 12:30 am, maybe 1:30 am, or 2:30 am, I’m not sure. I tried at this point to take pictures, but my camera was too difficult to make sense of. I tried to draw my feelings in some crazy blend with what I saw, but I ended up with a bunch of messy scribbles. We sat wrapped in a tapestry under a spotlight on the plastic grass. I felt like I was being watched. I got up and walked over to the rocky edge of the grass patch where we sat and looked at the ocean. Quite an amazing sight, as the waves crashed they erupted into rainbows. Amazing. I sat for a while longer, just tying to cope with the situation I found myself in. The rocks were still people, and the trees were still oddly animated. Eventually we got up. There was a rock wall barrier that split the beach in two. I started to feel confined, as if I had only explored half of what I could explore! We walked on the sidewalk just above the beach until we reached the barrier. I wanted to explore further, but Drue wanted to stay. I decided it was better to stick together. Besides this was an excellent place to watch the sun rise. The first rays to hit Australia. The most Easterly point marked by a lighthouse on top of a hill just above the pass. Yes this was the perfect spot. Seeing the sun rise, and body surfing a perfect 3 foot swell the following day is another story entirely. Cheers.
picked a great place.i tripped at the beach a few times,all great.i remember 1 time i had one friend who wouldn't walk down to the water with the group.he could see the beach from the top of the hill.from this view he thought the waves were eroding the beach at a record pace and we were all doomed.a sober friend ended up having to stay the night in a car comforting him.good times.love how the waves sound at night when no crowds are around.so freakin loud.sounds like there being pumped through some loud ass speakers with cystal clean stereo.
Awesome first post. This is a very well written and articulated trip report. It sounds like you got some extremely potent LSD. Thanks for sharing and welcome to hip forums.
The guy we bought it from said it was strong, and I've taken two tabs before and had portals open up to me through meditation while on that, but nothing like this. It seems like what I experienced is something close to what people call "ego loss", from what I read. Any input to the lowest dose that other people have experienced ego loss on?
I could also feel ego loss on 2 potent hits. It was my strongest trip so far and it was the first time i really felt ego loss. Im not talking about ego death. After that i could feel my ego slipping away on 1.5 hits.
What a great read. I was struggling to understand some of the things that happened to me on my last trip, and I haven't wanted to trip again.. but reading your rendition has inspired me.
