last night... wow... i thought i had broken through before... sometimes thinking is the mistake...
after an intense weekend mentally (lsd + episode1 in 3D + insane group spice session after) i took a couple days off... attemted to lift-off tuesday morning, with very unsatisfactory results... i've been experiment with different smoking methods, sometime those fail... tried again in the afternoon, not satisfactory at all either... so that rules oil pipes & foil out, at least for me... decided to dedicate one of my sherlock bubs to the spice, & prepped it up... new screen (putting a screen in glass just does not feel right, but oh well), little blueberry diesel on the bottom, good layer of spice, little uk cheese on top... ate a couple slice of pizza & went to work screen printing... worked till about 3am, came in, cleaned up, & blasted off...
having been frustrated with my failure to truly break through twice in the day, i'd put a very, very healthy dose on the bowl... shipping from china is not my friend lately, so my mg scale has yet to arrive... so i estimated what i figure to be .15g on the bowl, figured i'd smoke on it twice... on my fifth toke from the pipe, i watched as the embers erupted, casting a bright orange light around me as i sunk into the couch...
in previous experiences, i've encountered a shadowy, very playful figure... most definitely masculine, and very secretive... he likes to peek around corners at me, dodging as i glance his way, giggling as he passes from my sight... i was on the lookout for him, i wanna get to know him a little better...
i didn't find him... not at all... after an indeterminate time, i looked up at the candle i had burning on the table... the pipe was still in my hands, i was pretty much unable to move... & there was a girl sitting in the lotus position on the floor, with her hands wrapped around my candle and her head bowed to it... a little girl, maybe 5 years old... she was translucent & bathed in an iridescent light... she did not seem to notice me, but something reached out to me & suggested that "you shoud put the pipe on the table, this is going to get weird." it took what seemed like, well, i don't have the language to express how long it seemed, but it was a lengthy portion of a second & during that second i had to rearrange neurons in order to relearn motion, but i got the glass on the table, & looked up to see the girl again, but she was gone... on the loveseat sitting perpendicular to me was a girl, thin almost to the point of gauntness, with wildly flowing jet black hair... she seemed to be very much a black & white entity in a technicolor world... it does not do her justice, but her appearance was very similar to Marla Singer from Fight Club (on a personal note, yes i do find that very appealing.) as soon as i noticed her, she jack-in-the-boxed off of the couch directly into my face
& made a hideous, yet hilarious noise that for some reason or another i feel meant "i told you so"... she then turned & ran through a door into a dark bathroom... i recall jumping up to give chase, but thinking "how the f*** am i even standing up right now." i turned, looked at myself on the sofa, then turned back & it was off to the races... my cd player glitched @ 9:03 into Shine on Crazy Diamond & i was thrown back into reality ... all i remember from the chase is that i was cackling like a hyena, yelling to
that "dimitri is a girl!!!" that thought is still racing through my head... it makes me giggle still, & gives me great pleasure...
for the first time, i kept a notebook next to me so i could attempt to document something upon my return... i write quite a bit, or did, i've been blocked up lately... that may be resolving itself, never can tell... but this is, verbatim, what i wrote as i regathered my senses... " way down the rabbit hole, bro. epic battles, good vs not-so-good in the halls of Wonka's Factory... cheerleading squads of Marla Singer look-alikes... jesters in black-face, peeking through Mandelbrot's window... hearts like cheetahs, ninety-to-nothing across astral flats... g*dd*mn, Dmitri, g*ddamn..."
all previous breakthrough experience had been achieved using real speakers... i had experimented with my sennheiser hd pro headphones several times with unsatisfactory results... i had begun to think that they were interfering with the experience... i'm glad to know that i was wrong, as i really like the thought of having my own world for a minute or 10, not even sharing the music... i will, however, return to using my mp3 player... the cd glitch really made for a harsh, abrupt re-entry... still, one of the peak experiences of my life so far...
i think i may take a little hiatus from hyperspace for a while... i've dipped a lot the last couple weeks, and have been given the very distinct impression that i need to tidy up my personal physical plant & my home environment... what happens in the head has me leaning towards the idea that our very being is a holy thing, a temple of sorts, and that it should be maintained as such... this is a very foreign concept to me, but one that i seem to be embracing naturally, with very little initial motivation... i may sit back with that knowledge, and integrate it fully before seeking more...
peace... love... granola...
spinning a set the stars through which the tattered tales of axis roll about the waxen wind of never set to motion in the unbecoming round about the reason hardly matters nor the wise through which the stars were set in spin...
"Chemistry is applied theology." Augustus Owsley Stanley III