This was what doing acid was like for me. I was already a pretty existential person but things like knowing your just a brain recieving electrical signals and interpreting them as reality didn’t really click until I did acid and changed that perception.
It was like I looked behind the curtain, saw the source code of reality, could perceive the true fractal nature of the universe.
And after I did it once my brain perceived things fundamentally differently, but I couldn’t really explain it I couldn’t get other people to try and it really felt like I was the only person on earth that really understood this truth.
A wise man stood at the edge of a river in the town he’d lived all his life. Day after day monks gathered along the bank meditating, praying, citing ancient incantations and performing sacred rituals. The wise man asked the monks why they were dedicating their their entire lives repeating these things day after day. On of the elder monks says, “we learning how to walk on water to cross the mighty river.” The wise man says, “but the fairy is only a nickel.”
Acid didn’t do this to me, and I’ve done a bunch… but everyone has a different experience.
I’ve been in a fair few K-Holes though, and one single experience where lines were laid out for a hotel room of myself and closest friends… it felt like too much powder to fit in my nose, but I did it anyway. By the time I laid down on one of the beds, my body?mind?spirit? Was being pulled downwards faster and faster, more quickly than any K-Hole I had ever experience. I have no way to explain the next hour; it would have been the most horrifying thing I could ever experience but I lost all concept of what horror could feel like. Time was visible and invisible and nonexistent. I knew in my brain that this wouldn’t be happening to me forever, but forever didn’t mean anything. I could look around and see all of my friends, but friends didn’t exist and I didn’t exist. I could move around but there was no point—physical reality wasn’t real anymore.
When I broke my arm I was given a healthy dose of K intravenously. That was a pretty fun experience, but I felt more like being trapped in a labyrinth of new realities inside my own mind vs acid where I was much more… external? If that makes sense.
yeah of course- I mean your experiences here are so different neurobiologically… acid makes regions of your brain that normally dont communicate start sending signals to each other, wheras a serious dose of a dissasociative is going to be seriously dissasocative … just radically differen’t experiences. they used to call acid “instant zen”
for what its worth I understand what you mean. I had a friend who used to say that acid was like becoming a child neurologically again, suddenly able to reassess everything you’ve seen a million times
This was what doing acid was like for me. I was already a pretty existential person but things like knowing your just a brain recieving electrical signals and interpreting them as reality didn’t really click until I did acid and changed that perception.
It was like I looked behind the curtain, saw the source code of reality, could perceive the true fractal nature of the universe.
And after I did it once my brain perceived things fundamentally differently, but I couldn’t really explain it I couldn’t get other people to try and it really felt like I was the only person on earth that really understood this truth.
Good shit.
Some people don’t need to trip for this.
A wise man stood at the edge of a river in the town he’d lived all his life. Day after day monks gathered along the bank meditating, praying, citing ancient incantations and performing sacred rituals. The wise man asked the monks why they were dedicating their their entire lives repeating these things day after day. On of the elder monks says, “we learning how to walk on water to cross the mighty river.” The wise man says, “but the fairy is only a nickel.”
Very wise. He spent his nights with the fairy by the river.
And they always did shrooms during their fabulous nights of passion.
Acid didn’t do this to me, and I’ve done a bunch… but everyone has a different experience.
I’ve been in a fair few K-Holes though, and one single experience where lines were laid out for a hotel room of myself and closest friends… it felt like too much powder to fit in my nose, but I did it anyway. By the time I laid down on one of the beds, my body?mind?spirit? Was being pulled downwards faster and faster, more quickly than any K-Hole I had ever experience. I have no way to explain the next hour; it would have been the most horrifying thing I could ever experience but I lost all concept of what horror could feel like. Time was visible and invisible and nonexistent. I knew in my brain that this wouldn’t be happening to me forever, but forever didn’t mean anything. I could look around and see all of my friends, but friends didn’t exist and I didn’t exist. I could move around but there was no point—physical reality wasn’t real anymore.
It was neat. I’ll never do it again.
When I broke my arm I was given a healthy dose of K intravenously. That was a pretty fun experience, but I felt more like being trapped in a labyrinth of new realities inside my own mind vs acid where I was much more… external? If that makes sense.
Also good shit.
yeah of course- I mean your experiences here are so different neurobiologically… acid makes regions of your brain that normally dont communicate start sending signals to each other, wheras a serious dose of a dissasociative is going to be seriously dissasocative … just radically differen’t experiences. they used to call acid “instant zen”
for what its worth I understand what you mean. I had a friend who used to say that acid was like becoming a child neurologically again, suddenly able to reassess everything you’ve seen a million times