Tripping: An Anthology of True-Life Psychedelic Adventures
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Taking a balanced, objective approach, the book depicts a broad spectrum of altered states, from the sublime to the terrifying. Included are fifty narratives about unforgettable psychedelic experiences from an international array of subjects representing all walks of life. Supplemental essays provide a synopsis of the history and culture of psychedelics and a discussion of the kinetics of tripping.
exaggerated, as though veils were passing across it rhythmically—from ultra-sharp to blurred to ultra-sharp again. Music became indistinguishable from color. On the drawing paper, I’d become fixated on Hebrew lettering, which came off of my crayon flowing, wild, and interwoven. We were listening to (and seeing) a lot of great music, including Brian Eno, Kraftwerk’s Autobahn, which was new at the time, electronic music by the German composer Klaus Schultze, the Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour, and
martyr. My family got involved when they saw how little progress I’d made in abandoning my delusions, and got really worried that I’d be permanently crazy. During this time I’d been in and out of a series of hospitals and one of the things that sobered me up was seeing people who really seemed destroyed, way further gone than I was. Who knows when they’d come back. When things were clearly not going my way, when I was subject to the rigors and rules of the psychiatric ward and thought I might
cohesive than its counterpart across the Atlantic. This might have something to do with the feisty, insistent nature of the young over there. I was told that the organization and stealth that go into impromptu raves at unadvertised sites in the British countryside grew out of the so-called convoy or travelers movement that began in the Seventies. One of the great galvanizing events in the history of British youth culture took place on June 1, 1985, when thousands of alternative types intent on
by one. It’s very peaceful and relaxing, a great way to get insights, do some analysis, and recollect my thoughts. This morning had one of the most beautiful sunrises I’d ever seen. There were strips of clouds across the sky, a full moon opposite the sun, and across the whole horizon, all the way up to the middle of the heavens, was a rainbow—and none of this was a hallucination. My visiting (undosed) mother had gotten up, and she joined me at the window and also appreciated it deeply. A week
end of each wave was a serpent looking back at me. I watched this for a while and then had the keenest feeling of being out of my body, floating in field of energy. It was incredibly exhilarating. Then Lynn came back in and coaxed me back into staying with the eye shades and the music, which returned me into my body. After several hours, I felt oddly clear-headed and took off the eye shades and headphones, noticing that it was almost four in the morning, nine hours after I’d dropped. Lynn was