transdimensional emergence


16 (30mg a piece), and a shot of tuss (45mg) for a total of about 520mg. This takes a little over an hour and a half for it to really start to kick in. In the mean while, sundry chores are taken care of and the place is set up for a long night of non-existance. Drinks are poured, cigs and ashtrays arrayed for easy grasping, and cushions strategically located for maximal body comfort. we need to set it up for when optical vision is gone and movement beyond a few inches is speculative at best...

Trainspotting: Atomic (Blondie), then Temptation (New Order) are on, setting the introduction to the first plateau. the room, and the space directly in fornt of me, seem to flatten and shrink to not more than six feet on all directions. things five feet away are as big as the cup a foot away. weird. i didn't hazard to stand up, but imagined that the circle of light from the lamp on the floor would reveal a spot of colorful objects (pack of cigs, drink cup, funky 70's ashtray, cd case) surrounded by a sea of grey emptiness. the first bowl was fired up.

gary numan (Cars; Are friends electric?) came on next, taking things into the second plateau. eyes now always closed, the music goes from images in the top of the head to more substantive action directly in front of me. bass and trebel separate, and the two are distinct wave functions doing different things... though, at deeper inspection, were actually two sides of the same creature...

the lights were turned off. Dark side of the moon was put on, and a second bowl was ignited. upon completeion and release of the second intake, a checkerboard of electric green and red cubes began pulsing in the space behind closed eyelids... interference patterns of yellow and white formed moire mesh lines indicating what seemed like nerve junctions... a shell of sensory inputs (the floor, my head, feet, hands, lungs) expanded out from a central core... har! the Third plateau has been acheived.

Dark side of the moon is, i think, about the perfect intro tuss disc. The whole disc (excepting 'Money', and the screaming part of 'the great gig in the sky') seems to express what it is to be this dissociated... 30 minutes of music totaly defines reality, in levels of subtlety that makes the spirit melt with both joy and longing for more... the phone rings. talking to someone in this state is really odd. a person, not just a voice, is a million miles away, ut in the same space you are... the phone is not connecting you, like it does normally... that person is with you, just out of sight in the twisting void of tussin space.

back to music. glowing tips of bruning cigs leave tracer images in the air. My Bloody Valentine. I get it, all the nuances of all the noises in the "music"... it is anti-music really... MBV successfully packages the 4-dimensional reality of conciousness, images and god knows what else into a diffuse pulsing continuum... they are not songs, but rather "phenomena". and they are the right phenomena to join you as you see the shell of sensory inputs attenuates into the background noise level. your body flattens to a 2-dimensional sheet, and your conciousness lifts off the floor and begins hypnotically rotating into space....

there is no "here" versus "there". time has no meaning. you feel like pure conciousness in a space with no vanishing point. it's just you and the music... the music is not just a tune here, but a form of communication... more an abstract formula than writing, but here, abstractions are living, squirming beasts.... you experience the majesty of floating above diverse concepts and seeing their deeper unity... an experience, and all the images, moods, thoughts related to it coalese into a single interaction, just like an MBV song...

Reality. Cannot be broken, only twisted