One day I felt adventurous and decided to drop some LSD and foot-cruise the neighborhood where I grew up to experience it while in an altered state.
As I walked, normal associations began to disintegrate into something else, something strangely seductive, something that you can feel emanating from within your body, then suddenly the world around you is different, like you’ve never really seen it before.
The grass beneath your boots are trying to communicate as the voices of millions of tiny blades of grass are whirling in the air around you. Then suddenly a jet plane goes by, or what you think you hear is a plane, but it’s not, it’s the tunneling reverberations of cosmic sounds coming from inside your head which begin to connect to every living thing around you. Celestial voices that were always there are now audible; plants, trees and vegetation can be heard singing in swooshes of sound tumbling and rolling over in the ethers, but always at a level of the environment, never overbearing, but far away and right at your ear at the same time.
One look at the sky and you’re astounded at how utterly blue it is, it’s surrealistic blue, like it was lit-up from behind, and you begin to notice and feel the curvature of the earth as the sky bends in the horizon as if solid. While contemplating this strangeness your legs and feet become rubbery; at first it seems as though your feet are way too big and way too far out in front of your body and for a moment you fear you will fall backward, but then realize that you’re perfectly balanced – you’re just “truckin” – taking big fat groovy somewhat slow-motion strides. As you truck down the street the trees, limbs and leaves look as though they are underwater as they undulate back and forth; some limbs seem to reach out to you as you hear sounds of Jimi Hendrix’ echoing guitar riffs emanating from the air itself.
The saturated colors of the trees, houses, parked cars and even the sidewalk all seem to glitter and sparkle and as you look down the street it seems to go on forever!
Everything’s cool, but time has sped up or it seems so as you realize day has slipped into twilight and everything is now mysterious.
As it gets darker, a car’s headlights coming from behind you illuminate a couple of shiny trash cans sitting by the curb up ahead. As the light moves across them they become animated and you realize that those aren’t trash cans, those are robots! But before you can investigate further you see a cop car curiously parked with its lights off down the street – if you turn around or alter your direction that may draw attention, so you continue on. As you get closer you hope that you appear to be walking normally as you sure don’t feel like you are – then just as you’re the closest you’ll have to be to pass him – you hear his car door click open and the cop gets out of the car, looks over at you and says “Hey, you fryin?” (What? Did he say that? Or are you hallucinating?) You slow your pace and act as if you didn’t understand him and you say, “What?” As he looks at you his face becomes darkly evil and terror strikes you as he says, “I didn’t say anything” as he shuts the patrol car door, turns, and hurries up the street. You avoided, but almost brought on a dangerous situation.
Being in a psychedelic state does initially come with some pangs of paranoia which can escalate quickly into a hallucinogenic bad trip if control is not mastered and the way to do that is keep one part of your conscious mind secure with these words inside: “Maintain, it’s only the drug!” And seriously, that simple truth is usually all that’s needed to jump back into the fun!
Such as when you approach the bluff on the hill at the top of your street that looks out over the expanse of the city; thousands of sparkling diamonds on rich black velvet – wait, that’s not psychedelic, that’s a normal everyday night-time city image – ahh, yes, but you can reach out and pluck anyone of those gems and examine its insane molecular structure up close.
And as you sit down on the bluff’s soft spongy grass you notice a small space bug on some chain link fencing, it’s all iridescent and very spacey, like a miniature spaceship actually, but then you realize its just a discarded silver candy bar wrapper – or is it? It seems to know you’re looking at it, so you sit and watch it breathe, so you know it’s alive, yet you were watching the walls of the corner store breathe a while back also.
As you get up and say goodbye to the space bug you become aware of your physicality, of your flesh and muscles and start feeling exceptionally aroused and primal, like Tarzan in the wild – so you run like the wind toward your girlfriend’s house for you know that soon you and her will be having super psychedelic romantic animal sex before the trip is over.
Groovy! Far Out! Another Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood!
For some psychedelic fun, click on the header image and scroll up and down and back and forth and explore the “neighborhood”.
There are surfing dolphins, haunted houses that are crash pads for the surfing dead, amphibious space cars (one’s defending the city from a nasty cloud monster), monorail Time Trains that disappear into time tunnels that create rainbows, a tiki lagoon with a sound-speaker hut, a mermaid statue archway that leads into a cloud-covered city, flying saucers, a huge wildcat under the monorail girders, a mechanized mountain, a Time Train emerging from a Bermuda Triangle-type portal, many buildings and domes with spacey architecture and even a smiling buck-toothed moon!