“00individual’s Psychedelic Self 1972” copyright 2007/2013 00individual TLL
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MIND-BLOWER #11 – 1972
I WAS A PSYCHEDELIC CHEW TOY
My girlfriend and I and our three dogs returned to L.A. from a six month fall/winter adventure in Mammoth Mountain and stayed briefly with friends in Redondo Beach before getting our own pad.
One afternoon while still at my friend’s, he asked me if I wanted to drop some acid and handed me a tab. He was an intelligent tripper who, like myself, had adequately mastered the psychedelic craft of tripping so we each took a hit.
He maintained a state-of-the-art sound system and we decided to listen to Hendrix albums on our earphones; we both had Koss Pro 4 AA with the quality soft gel ear pads that blocked out all exterior sounds – and were big and comfortable.
He had a two year old Irish Setter, “Moonshadow”, a big puppy, who was gonna hang with us in the upstairs room. The room was Bohemian Hippie style with tapestries that billowed down from the ceiling from all four corners and others that were draped on the walls. On the floor was a cool pile of bean bag chairs and huge pillows and at the other end of the room was a blacklight with blacklight posters on the wall . . .
. . . ah yes, the Cult of the Blacklights’ Purple Glow – a whole generation grooved to the designs, images, day-glo colors and general trippy vibe that emanated from these highly-detailed vibrant posters, that, under hallucinatory states, became “windows into other realms”.
Another blacklight benefit was the way it lit-up bright neon blue whites in clothing and other mysterious items and the way you’d get that spooky cool “vampire tan tinted purplish glow” skin always added to an already fun psychedelic vibe – even when not on psychedelics.
Classic Blacklight Poster by Rick Griffin – 1967 – San Mezcalito, the Patron and Protector
of all those souls who dig herbs created by God to enlighten the minds of men
We decided it best to start with Electric Ladyland as that gave us four sides to explore. We rolled a couple joints of fine weed for the trip and loaded a bowl to prime our take off.
After having taken many trips you can get a Pavlovian response, kind of like your mind salivates, a conditioned reaction when your brain realizes the oncoming altered state and you start to feel the come-on effects even before actually taking the dose. Trippy!
Leisurely propped-up against the bean bag pillows, we lit the bowl, took hits and put our earphones on and set the trip in motion as the needle touched down on vinyl.
With eyes closed we were sealed-off from the ambient outer world and the adventure began with
“… And The Gods Made Love“, this was a perfect sound to start out on any trip.
Depending on the type and grade of psychedelic, the come-on state can be anything from a mellow escalating experience to a grinding white-knuckle surge, and anything in between, but usually all roads led to the same place and once you arrived at your destination, the fun began.
Like when the first tremolos of “Voodoo Chile” shattered the wall between this world and the next,
I had arrived, just in time to bathe in the Moon’s fiery red rays and to be swept away on eagle’s wings.
From that point the music took on a multi-layered feeling that could be seen as an architectural floating translucent embodiment that passed right by both sides of my head like the images that fade from your peripheral view when driving down any street – only it was the passing music.
My body was feeling weightless, as if I was just above the ground resting on invisible pillows. Just then a massive swoosh of sound soared through my now universe-sized head as Hendrix’ guitar told stories in a alien tongue that I instinctively understood.
Once back on planet Earth and as Side One ended, I lit up a joint while my friend put on Side Three – he never “stacked”.
Moonshadow realized we were back for the moment and came over for some affection which I was glad and happy to give. My friend and I exchanged psychedelic grins as we enjoyed our marijuana break then settled back in to continue to feed our heads.
The great bluesy, moody rocker, “Rainy Day, Dream Away” got us on track so that the epic – and one of 00individual’s “Rarified Air” Tracks “1983 …(A Merman I Shall Turn To Be)” could slip us away into the depths to cruise the City of Atlantis.
Much like the vivid dreams most people have, supposedly every night even if not remembered, the acid trip with eyes closed can be quite hallucinatory and you can get somewhat “lost”, in which case, opening your eyes for stabilizing purposes helps. But too much focus in the real world takes away from the trip at hand and creates diversionary “monkey-mind” issues to bum your trip – better to get back to Atlantis.
The undersea world sounds of “1983 …(A Merman I Shall Turn To Be)” became eternal, it was the sea itself, it was part of my psychedelic life; it was everywhere.
At his point I must have left my body for I had changed, I was a mental spirit, not human, I was experiencing a life separate from myself, one that had no body.
Now deep down I knew this was not so, but that’s what it felt like and when I’m into a trip, and a fun one at that, then I’d personally go where it takes me. The visions, places and things I saw were sometimes fleeting and sometimes as if time stood still, where intricate details of the unknown were on display, right in front of me – all of this courtesy of the seductive force of Hendrix and the visions his music created.
While I was all over the place when the alien underwater world came into focus I felt like I had my body back again and found myself standing on a street in a murky outlying area of the City of Atlantis. Just then I felt jolts of electricity shoot down my arm and out my fingertips. The sensation while somewhat painful also felt empowering, it made me feel like a part of the cosmic vibe and then another jolt would come. I wanted to harness this power of tiny lightning bolts that shot off my fingers and lit up the area around me.
With the ending of “Moon, Turn the Tides … Gently Gently Away” I felt my physical body’s sensations returning and with that a strange feeling on my right arm, just as another jolt was triggered. My arm felt numb but like some beast had been gnawing on it – and when I looked down at my arm I realized that Moonshadow had been chewing on it like a big bone – I was her Psychedelic Chew Toy!
Thankfully, the gnawing was superficial and she wasn’t vicious, just a puppy with her chew toy. And I realized that the electricity that I felt was her teeth hitting a perfect nerve just below my elbow that sent the “electricity” down my arm.
I don’t know how long she was at it but since I was LSD-assisted OOB and didn’t stop her I guess she figured it was OK and she was obviously having contented fun and my friend got a psychedelic kick out of my acid trip battle wounds; so it turned out to be a good trip for all three of us!
00individual counts himself among the very few Hendrix fans who have experienced his albums on
“studio quality” headphones
AND listened to them on virgin vinyl (I had my “naked ElectricLadies-Land” import pressing with me)
AND on a dedicated LSD trip.
A true psonic psychedelic psubmarine “Experience”.
After headphones we cruised the beach as the sun set; breathing in the rejuvenating salty sea air, watching the mellow ambient transference from day to night as lights everywhere began to glow, and we grinned psychedelic grins as we drove off into the night … for the trip had just begun . . .
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