Where to begin!?

Being an avid fan of LSD, MDMA, and being a fan of their combination still could not prepare me for this trip. It was sunday night, my birthday was the following day. Its something ive been doing for awhile. It gives me a way to book end, or benchmark each year. The energy is always stronger, and i usually learn more than i bargained for.

This year i bought myself 2 gifts. Shpongle’s new Album “The ineffable mysteries from shpongleland” and a live shpongle DVD. This dvd was recorded Halloween 2008, in London. I was there! Songs were played id never heard, sights ive never seen, an overall brain tingling, mind bending experience. The rest of our trip went well. the lsd trip and the trip to europe.

Last thursday my cd and dvd arrived. I quickly made plans with rachel, and my other friend, Kim. Kim and i have a past we were lovers once. an earth shifting love that was almost too powerful. you may remember from my previous trip report. since our falling out kim and i have become friends on a different level. But when we were together was when i discovered shpongle. It has always been a bond for us. One rachel im sure, never really understood. maybe even threatened her.

Saturday kim came over and dropped the bomb. she wasnt gonna come over for our shpongle event. having too many problems with her boyfriend (the jealous type). she put up walls that offended rachel and i. not seeing this coming rachel and i were unsure if we should carry on with our plans.

after some silent treatment from kim, and a lot of huffing and puffing from me, i settled down. we decided that it was meant to be this way and carried on with our plans.

after a day of cleaning and decorating house it was time. we started the night with 1 ecstasy pill. it was long before rachel and i were clutching eachother, gently kissing, and talking sweetly to eachother. rachel really means the world to me, it was so easy to let my tongue spill my words of love, devotion, and happiness with her.

we listened to “tales of the inexpressible” and “nothing lasts” both shpongle albums. going on about wutever we could think of, smoking a bong of white widow, i realized that wow it was almost midnight already. the 2nd album was wrapping up. I cut out 2 slices of lsd, for rachel, and 2 bigger slices for me. she had about 2 hits, and i had 3 or a little more. we had 2 batches, my normal “blue buddhas”, and some festie acid i got. called “which way is up”. i wasnt familiar with it so much, and apparently its a hell of a lot better than the blue stuff i usually have.

We put on “are you shpongled”. dosed our lsd, and another half of a roll. by the time the last two tracks were playing (my 2 favorite on the album) i was already feeling it. I could tell because i had lost much of the lovey, playful, horniness, i had for rachel. it was replaced with an analytical demeanor, and all the lines straightened out in the house. the surfaces quickly became smooth, and the music started to take control.

the album ended and i knew it was time for the ineffable. The name itself provokes thought. like wut is inefffable? i had to ask rachel. but it was like i already knew.

the first 2 tracks flew by. shpongolese spoken here grabbed me and wouldnt let go. I thought we now have a language and a land, a territory to call our own? who is we? anyone who gets shpongled. even if havent listened to shpongle you can get shpongled. is it lsd? is it mediation? is it getting absolutely wasted? maybe all of the above. its a state of mind, a state of magic, a state of pure open mindedness, imagination and love.

Rachel packed a full bong of the white widow. she gave me a large nug to smell. its amazing how good weed makes a difference when you are tripping. it smelled like a fine spice. this wasnt any of my own bud. from a close friend. it smelt as if it had been brought by distant travelers from far off lands. the sweet weed tickled my nose, and i could already feel its effects.

::::After this bong session things get a little “out there”, time is meaningless, and i think i may have been mostly dissolved of ego, in other words REALLY FUCKIN HIGH::::

I ripped the bong a small one, just to judge how it was going to effect my lungs. i passed it to rachel and a warm fuzz began to flow through my body. the next one was a lunger. i filled my hand made glass bong to a chalky yellow white, and inhaled. it entered my chest like a breath of air. no signs of coughing, or the occasional tssssttt, or pppptppttt of an escaping bong hit. wut felt like minutes later i let a cloud of smoke out. combining with the previous bong rips, the room was quite cloudy. or was that my eyes?

the other bong hits were just as satisfying, and i knew that there was going to be a roller coaster to come. sometimes green bud sends a tripping person into instant paranoia. if it hasnt happened to you, you probably have seen it. for me, its my cue to get comfortable, and close my eyes. being very used to closed eye visuals, i was expecting some mega kaleidoscopic shit. ya know the stuff the artists see. the epic ruins, or the rainbows and gears and pyramids. or maybe the tranquil oceans of extraterrestrial planets.

i had this urge to look up, not tilt my head back and look at the ceiling, but roll my eyes up into my head. it took some time for the area to fill in, but it was as if was shot to a new plain of existence, a new dimension, was this shpongleland? i have no idea where i was. the music calmed me, it made me feel as i belong. my brain made connection after connection. as if i was a computer that hadnt been hooked to the internet in years. like i was being scanned for proper updates. having been updated i shot upward. constantly climbing, like a rocket!

i shot by wut i could only consider, other people in this world. i could see them getting hung up, when i looked closer. i saw unfulfilling relationships, memories of child hood torment, evil deeds, and devious people. these were not me. many people i didnt know, but one was kim. i could see her in this relationship that was holding her back. her torment, i could see that she is doing it to herself. this is nothing i can do for her except be supportive.

the music corresponded with my thoughts, and my thoughts corresponded with the music. i realized i wasnt in shpongleland, but i had been there. the sound of some beeps and gasps. i was denied.

HOW COULD I BE DENIED FROM SHPONGLELAND? i thought to myself.

I AM SHPONGLELAND. before i could even finish that thought, i was wooooooshed into a world of no sky. no back drop. until i thought about it, i could create anything and anyone here. i wasnt in this space for long. i was let into shpongleland for a reason. to be taught a lesson.

i opened my eyes, rachel seemed to open hers with me. the picture on the tv, a fractal i had recently found, was changing and morphing. rachel exclaimed, “we have to tell everyone!” she had made the connection of lsd, and this new album to be the answer. like the one answer. she was ready to crawl on the floor to the tv. she was ready to devote her life to sharing her prophecy. i got caught up in her ecstasy. the fractal morphed into a giant pyramid, with people crawling to the top. melted by the power that was at its peak. tears of joy were flowing down every ones faces. including rachel’s and mine.

i closed my eyes again, it was as if i was punished for opening my eyes. like a student joining class late i was ushered back to my “spot”. i opened my eyes again, almost to think this is just too unbelievable. closing them once again i was singled out, like i couldnt pay attention to this message something was urgently trying to give me. i felt like i was being scolded. cast out of this classroom i plummeted.

while plummeting i felt as if i was being cast into my previous lives, and wut i can only explain as the death of these lives. but the death of me too. as i sunk into the couch i sunk into my grave. rachel at my side. i could see myself as an old man of nobility, with a full beard, and a strong face. of a fair leader. rachel was old and withered, but her tears saved me. her beauty even as an old woman brought me from my grave. to another life. where rachel was my mother, pulling me from a cradle she coddled me, more tears streamed down her face, and i was in my own head. convinced i was dying i looked around my apartment like it was the last time i was going to see it. my life began to flash before my eyes. as i relived my life, rachel was there watching with me. she held me and soothed me during the times in my past that were difficult to watch. she laughed with me at the good times. she judged me. she told me that it is because of my sense of humor that i needed to stay in this realm.

i could hear voices of me as a child, voices of my friends, and at times conversations from past. at one point i was convinced i was going to open my eyes it was going to be 2002 again. i was going to be in my room with 2 friends, and it was the first time i had done acid. the idea that it was a “trip” became a whole new meaning. i was certain this was true, and i was going to have to relive those years of my life again.

i opened my eyes and i was on my couch, clutching rachel’s hand. tears streaming down both of our faces. we hadnt said anything in some time, but we were both in the same space.

i closed my eyes again, and the closed eye visuals i was used to were back. but it was the same one. it kept bringing me to a dead end. the dead end was a box like room. all white, and made of men wrapped in white cloth head to toe. i was directed to a corner, where one of the men would open his eyes. he looked at me and looked at the corner. a zipper. whenever i opened the zipper i started over again. falling into this room of clothed wrapped men.

i was puzzled, wut was my brain telling me? the music picked up, thinking to myself, i hope this is over soon, i cant take much more of this. the song seemed to be more light hearted. i was able to open my eyes and speak with rachel. i told her i wasnt sure still if i had gotten in, because at one point i felt like i was denied.

she gasped! “i dont think i got in either. well if i did, it was like someone had to pick me up and shove me through the door. like a last call at the bus stop and nearly missing your bus. like being ushered in by the scruff of my neck.” she really felt like she had inconvenienced someone.

a rush of feelings came to me, it may seem silly but i was so sure of myself. i was a guardian of shpongleland. in shpongleland there is no religion. you are the only one who will say if you can get into shpongleland. you create everything in shpongleland. i thought to myself. it sounds like heaven. wut is heaven? wut is hell? i was denied from shpongleland to get my attention. a higher power left me with the message, that i have enjoyed shpongleland enough. i can come and go as i please, but i must be doing it to help others into this magical world. to go alone to shpongleland is impossible.

we laid down on the bed and put on the a psychill internet radio station. it wasnt shpongle but it was as if the cd wouldnt stop. i had to ask rachel for no music. which for me, i think was a first.

i dont know if you have ever tried to use a computer when your mind has completely been twisted, marinated, and exploded. but i wasnt getting very far. i felt paranoid as if microsoft and other companies were tricking me to use their software, and each use was indirectly hurting myself, and everyone else in the world.

i struggled to remember why i was even sitting at the computer. i watched rachel as her demeanor changed from blissfully tripping, to wut appeared to be a crack head version of her. sunken eyes, bruised & battered, and a trashy look.(due to her eye makeup running from all the crying) i felt like the longer i sat at the computer the more i was losing her. she is far from a crack head, and the image is still burned into my eyes. i felt like i had to choose something but i couldnt. so for the first time ever, i chose to not have music on while tripping.

i climbed onto the bed with rachel and she quickly was back to herself. i nestled into her bosom and the idea of dying came again. i thought to myself, if i was gonna die, i was going to die happy. a huge weight lifted off my chest, and i became so thankful to be alive, to be with rachel.

she and i verified our stories with each other. we both had similar visions. it was my first real experience with group hallucinations. even some of the same prophetic feelings of shpongleland. watching rachels face as i told her my story, and her finishing my thoughts. it was just too much.

we sat in quiet for some time, recalling wut had just happened. the strongest effects of the lsd were wearing off. we were definitely tripping, but able to hold a conversation now. we watched the shpongle live dvd. watching out for each other in the crowd. laughing and reminiscing about the past year, and how far we both have come. how we had actually made it to london. to see this group together. how they have changed our lives.

there was no doubt in my mind that psychedelics had helped inspire religion. we also discussed how even the first thoughts of “im hungry” in our primitive ancestors may have been after ingesting psychedelic mushrooms. the world has never looked better. we are both brimming with excitement for wutever may come next. rachel has been painting like a mad-woman. i have been turned onto more meditation, and feeling physically better.

i also came to the conclusion that people between age of 18ish to 24ish have the best brains for tripping. this took a lot of thinking and recalling to remember this whole night. i would say much of it is still lost in translation or ineffable. opposed to rachel, 22, who is rambling off the whole night, she has helped me remember much of the time line.

we stayed up all night, raving about shpongleland. while we pulled off unbelievable moves with the flowtoys. there is something so amazing about POI! spinning spinning spinning for the rest of the night.

i got a text at 9am saying happy birthday from kim. i told her i loved her. it is the truth. she told me she loved me back.

i hoped you enjoyed my delusions of grandeur and one ineffable mystery from shpongleland.

the gates of shpongleland” by rachel b.

Well I hate to say it but there is nothing more dull than other peoples trip stories! Glad you enjoyed your birthday though, hope the comedown wasn’t too bad! 

I disagree!  I enjoyed the trip report slammin, seems like it was quite the rollercoaster.  And HELL YEAH @ tripping and spinning poi/flowlights…hehe check out my Shpongled poi session…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBgjNqBqr4A

It’s a much more meaningful experience if you can listen and get to that elevated plane without drugs…
Yes psychedelics (more than) probably drove the evolution of consciousness and make the experience notable, but yogis have been doing chem-less trance for thousands of years. Just a thought…

cjpience - 20 November 2009 04:53 AM

It’s a much more meaningful experience if you can listen and get to that elevated plane without drugs…
Yes psychedelics (more than) probably drove the evolution of consciousness and make the experience notable, but yogis have been doing chem-less trance for thousands of years. Just a thought…

Don’t state this as a firm fact. It does not have to be true and it does not have to be false for all people under all circumstances. Some people can get an extremely meaningful experience out of Shpongle doing nothing at all, other through meditating. A third group get it from a combination with psychedelic substances. You can’t really compare meaningfulness, that’s the whole point. What’s important is how it touches YOU, what meaning YOU can derive out of it. No matter under what conditions that may be.

though it must be said that one shouldn’t punish so many cones while tripping

Slamminsalmon’s trip sounds pretty epic, but we did just ok with a little roach and dim lighting! But I guess “Doors of Perception” and all that, been there- flashed back.

Well, I’ll bore you with our trip story….last seen with my head in the coal bucket laughing my head off, tripping my tits off and loving every single note. As if those boys at Shpongle didn’t know exactly what they were up to when they made Ineffable - purfect

cjpience - 20 November 2009 04:53 AM

It’s a much more meaningful experience if you can listen and get to that elevated plane without drugs…
Yes psychedelics (more than) probably drove the evolution of consciousness and make the experience notable, but yogis have been doing chem-less trance for thousands of years. Just a thought…

You can’t even begin to assume that the states reached in meditation are in any way like that of the psychedelic state.  Nice try.

Penguarky - 01 December 2009 02:44 PM

You can’t even begin to assume that the states reached in meditation are in any way like that of the psychedelic state.  Nice try.

You can reach pleasure, but the lack of morphing geometric oddities that perpetually alter your surroundings give the upper hand to psychedelics in the visual department.  Also, in the deepest meditative states, you can’t get up and dance while maintaining that state of mind… another plus for psychedelics.  Finally, sounds while tripping on good psychedelics are beyond anything I’ve ever heard in my life while not tripping.

All in all, (shock horror I know), but psychedelics make psychedelic art and music more pleasurable