TheSelfBehindTheShadow
Rising Star
Setting: It is the day of the Shpongle show. I have been cleansing out my system for just shy of a week in anticipation of this experience. My head is clear, and my body is invigorated. It's time.
About an hour before the show I brew 30 grams B. Caapi, 2 rounded tablespoons of Passion Flower, and a pinch of coffee and cinnamon into a rather large cup of tea, drink it, and parachute a somewhat light dose of around 150 mgs DMT freebase.
t + 30 min: My ride is here. I begin to notice first alerts. We start talking, and I notice that conversation is flowing very freely.
t + 45 min: I'm beginning to notice a drastic sharpening of visual acuity. Borders of objects look seem very symmetrical, and sharply defined. Boxy almost.
t + 1h: We are at the show and I'm noticing definite effects. The opening acts are playing rather good Dubstep, and I feel the energy of the music surging through me like a current. I begin dancing.
t + 1:30: This is remarkable! the effects are ramping up with a peculiarly subtle intensity (if that makes sense) I've become so enthralled in my dance that for a moment I begin to lose my sense of space and time. there is only this one, burning moment. the ritualistic shamanic tradition of festive dance comes to mind in retrospect.
t + 2:00: I take a break from dancing, and go outside to smoke a cigarette. I run into some of my old friends who I haven't seen in a while. we begin talking. there is no doubt in my speech, I'm as articulate as I've ever been. this is phenomenal. I've never felt this kind of lucidity in my entire life!
t+ 3:00 Simon Posford walks in the front door, and up on to the stage. my friend talks to him. he tries to give him some spice that he has prepared, but it is unfortunately declined due to touring schedule. Simon touches the bag of spice, and says "make sure it finds a good home." the sonic priest has placed his blessings upon our Eucharist! this is truly a monumental occasion!
t + 3:15: Simon begins his set. he opens with "I Am You." I feel it inside me. he's evoked an empathy to which no MDMA could ever compare. I feel a genuine connection with every single person. my Chi is flowing so freely that I almost feel too confident. I can easily see how one could mistake the purpose of this gift, and suffer ego reinforcement.
t + 4:00: I'm running around outside the venue striking up conversations with EVERYONE. this is a different crowd. Shpongle attracts a very specific breed of followers. these are all very humble and genuine people.
t + 5:00: The effects are gradually coming down as the show begins to wind down.
t + 6:00: We are leaving, and as we do so, I feel as though I am leaving an obsolete part of my persona behind as well. it has been a truly cathartic evening.
About an hour before the show I brew 30 grams B. Caapi, 2 rounded tablespoons of Passion Flower, and a pinch of coffee and cinnamon into a rather large cup of tea, drink it, and parachute a somewhat light dose of around 150 mgs DMT freebase.
t + 30 min: My ride is here. I begin to notice first alerts. We start talking, and I notice that conversation is flowing very freely.
t + 45 min: I'm beginning to notice a drastic sharpening of visual acuity. Borders of objects look seem very symmetrical, and sharply defined. Boxy almost.
t + 1h: We are at the show and I'm noticing definite effects. The opening acts are playing rather good Dubstep, and I feel the energy of the music surging through me like a current. I begin dancing.
t + 1:30: This is remarkable! the effects are ramping up with a peculiarly subtle intensity (if that makes sense) I've become so enthralled in my dance that for a moment I begin to lose my sense of space and time. there is only this one, burning moment. the ritualistic shamanic tradition of festive dance comes to mind in retrospect.
t + 2:00: I take a break from dancing, and go outside to smoke a cigarette. I run into some of my old friends who I haven't seen in a while. we begin talking. there is no doubt in my speech, I'm as articulate as I've ever been. this is phenomenal. I've never felt this kind of lucidity in my entire life!
t+ 3:00 Simon Posford walks in the front door, and up on to the stage. my friend talks to him. he tries to give him some spice that he has prepared, but it is unfortunately declined due to touring schedule. Simon touches the bag of spice, and says "make sure it finds a good home." the sonic priest has placed his blessings upon our Eucharist! this is truly a monumental occasion!
t + 3:15: Simon begins his set. he opens with "I Am You." I feel it inside me. he's evoked an empathy to which no MDMA could ever compare. I feel a genuine connection with every single person. my Chi is flowing so freely that I almost feel too confident. I can easily see how one could mistake the purpose of this gift, and suffer ego reinforcement.
t + 4:00: I'm running around outside the venue striking up conversations with EVERYONE. this is a different crowd. Shpongle attracts a very specific breed of followers. these are all very humble and genuine people.
t + 5:00: The effects are gradually coming down as the show begins to wind down.
t + 6:00: We are leaving, and as we do so, I feel as though I am leaving an obsolete part of my persona behind as well. it has been a truly cathartic evening.
