“VISIONS I” copyright 1970/2013 00individual TLL
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MIND-BLOWER #12 – Fall / Winter 1970
BACK TO THE FUTURE PAST
As I run down these psychedelic experiences, it made me realize that I hung out with Monster Mike the Drug Dealer, Intelligent Hipster and Hippie Road Trip partner, much more than I previously realized. He was a year or two older and I never caught up with him until we were out of high school. But apparently our appreciation for the psychedelic worlds seemed to place us in each others’ company across these True Psychedelic Trip Chronicles.
On a crisp late Fall early evening I went to see Mike’s new digs; he moved inland from Venice Beach to West L.A. near UCLA. We were smokin’ hashish and waitin’ on friends when he offered me a hit of Mescaline, we both took a hit and then resumed the inhalations of the bowl of hashish.
This specific evening had an indelible stamp; listening to the just released Allman Brothers album, “Idlewild South”. It was side one with “Revival” and “In Memory of Elizabeth Reed” that drove the night’s experience. Mike and I agreed that Duane and Greg and Dicky Betts especially really took their music up a couple notches with this album.
As the evening progressed, the twinges of the psychedelic were hiding in the jungle bushes just outside the camp fire of my mind and after some good friends arrived I was feeling very strange. Not normal psychedelic strange, I felt a creative surge so intense that I had to lie down in a back bedroom – usually the last thing I’d do on psychedelics and the only time that I ever pulled a deliberate anti-social move.
I wasn’t freaking out or anything, it was like I needed to channel this unknown energy so I laid down on the bed but felt as if I were floating above the bed. I knew I had to close my eyes and immediately as I did visions consumed my whole field of vision including my peripherals.
As if on a scroll, images, paintings and creations appeared just long enough for another to take its place. Each “image” had a depth to it like some sort of an etheric semi-solid and everywhere else outside the framed “painting” area was pure white, but not so pure; as I could peripherally see dimensional cloud-like organic forms.
This was some cool shit.
“VISIONS II” copyright 1970/2013 00individual TLL
As I floated I just let it flow. The curious thing was that I knew, while viewing these visions, that I created them, not just then, but before, sometime before that night I created those images, I knew it as well as any other painting or drawing I had done in the past. And I was sure that I wasn’t creating them as they appeared – there’s a difference between creating something and having completed a creation – the first has yet begun the second is done – and there were hundreds that I had “done” that scrolled before me. I was experiencing personal evidence of time travel or reincarnation or a very potent hallucination / vision from a hit of strong mescaline.
I endorse the theory and truth as evidenced by Psychedelic Explorers like myself that with a certain high-grade dose of a hallucinogenic like mescaline, and at certain moments, and in certain frames of mind, one can access parallel worlds, time travel, the supernatural and higher levels of consciousness.
This is why for some of us there was such an allure to alter our minds and literally take a trip to these dimensions, or even weirder, a trip through your own everyday life within a newly-realized world. All within our mind’s reach. And all of this enjoyed while all six senses are throttled to the max
There was really never any way to express those visions of self-lit colors until the magic of self-lit digital art on a screen. However, even digitally it cannot reproduce the altered state-of-mind and ambient environment of the peaceful and joyous chat of humans in another room muffled by the stereo’s equally uplifting musical vibe that served as background for the levitated view of the phantasmagorical gallery displayed before me.
Most of the images where overpowered by white so many took on an intense opalescence. And on top of all of that I could pretty much taste the colors in my brain, not in my mind, actually right in my brain,
Sometimes the creations had vague cosmic architectural “structures” and environments and some seemed to slightly morph or evolve organically within the image – this triggers the subject regarding the spectrum of levels of hallucinations / visions / realities and which is which . . . and can you hallucinate while hallucinating? Actually, yes, very much like “Inception”.
So, on that night, did I go Back to the Future Past?
If what I saw was from a previous time (back) in the present (future) of the past?!
“VISIONS III” copyright 1970/2013 00individual TLL
A similar experience of closed-eyed visions has surely happened to countless trippers; mine is no different other than the fact that I’ve always been an artist so my psychedelic experience became a personal time travel question of where and when I created all that I saw while I was Back To The Future Past.
I guess that I could have also created them in the future, which is actually true in regard to the three reasonably-decent reproduction images featured in this post Either way, it was a highly memorable psychedelic trip.
Eventually I was no longer floating above the bed but lying on it and my closed-eyed visions had left. I returned to the groove of Mike’s get-together and soaked-up the righteous new Allman Brothers album and carried on with the wide-eyed hallucinogenic fun of the rest of the night.
The others had some catching up to do as I saw them all begin in phases to experience the strong strain of mescaline courtesy of Monster Mike, Trusted Connoisseur of Psychedelics.
“People can you feel it, love is everywhere.”
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