LSD in Humpolec: Foxes, An Art Lesson and Getting Thumbs Up From the Entities

I wanted to take acid in the forest. Not exactly a ritual, but I felt it carried significance.

I walked 3 / 4th of the way to Lipnice Nad Sázavou and put the two tabs in my mouth.

Variant: 1P-LSD

The moment I put the acid in my mouth I started heading back to the hut. I felt the effects around 45 minutes later as a general weakness throughout my body.

Every 10 minutes I would stop to catch my breath and close my eyes. In my inner eyes I saw myself glowing with a white light.

At some point the pull of the forest was too strong and I went into the woods for a bit. When I am on acid, my sense of smell is heightened and I end up smelling whatever is around me. I bent down to smell the moss. I expected to smell some sort of unified moss smell, but I "saw" a lot of different things that I was smelling instead. I felt I could understand the forest so well by smelling it like this.

As I smelled the moss, I turned into a fox in my inner eyes.

When I arrived at the chata (hut), I lied on the soft grass in the yard as I was enjoying the canopy of the trees and the glowing light coming from me every time i was closing my eyes. This was shaping to be a good trip.

As I mentioned earlier the weather was incredibly cold for March. Unfortunately the hut was doing a bad job of isolation, so I lit up the small furnace to warm myself. I watched the fire with great interest because it spoke to me. It was telling me stories, it was telling me the future.

I realized that perhaps shamans of the past watched the fire just like me and had similar revelations.

Eventually I explored the room I was in. There was a very small bookshelf by the door, a very small table besides the bookshelf and a small window above the table. A rather big bed for two people was taking the rest of the space. There were old photos on the walls and shelves. I recognized a young version of the woman that greeted me and handed me the keys to the hut.

The photos felt strangely personal and made me feel as if I was intruding into the intimate space of this family. I wondered whether this woman was happy in her marriage and recalled her face and mannerism during our brief encounter. In turn, this made me think of my relationships to people who were important in my life. I started to think of my lover and whether I will ever be in a serious relationship, if I will ever have a family.

I was reminded of my deepest fear - intimacy - and how the fact that I feared it more than death itself was preventing me from having a serious relationship and was why I would probably be alone for the rest of my life. I started to wail with tears streaming down my cheeks. I used up all my handkerchiefs. I probably cried for about 30 minutes like this, surrounded by these old photos of a strange family.

At that point of my life I had adopted the identity of an artist largely due to the influence of the closed-eyes LSD hallucinations. I found them to be not just beautiful beyond anything I have ever seen in my head, but also illuminating the deep mysteries of the world. They often spoke of fractional and higher dimensions.

The open-eye visuals were rarely as interesting as the closed-eye ones. I often had the usual "waves", where the horizontal spaces in front of me turned into the surface of the sea in terms of it's movements. I sometimes had "tracers" - when moving objects leave copies of themselves behind.

This time something very unique and interesting happened. I went outside to enjoy nature (which was the main reason I rented the hut) and a particular tree grabbed my attention. Before my eyes the branches and canopy of the tree began transforming. Every few seconds they would change their contours such that the curves and lines will form coherent rules and therefore a "style", while still capturing the essence and spirit of the tree they represented.

The LSD was teaching me how to draw. It was as if experienced artists would show me how I can draw in different styles.

After maybe 20 minutes of that I went back inside. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The same thing happened but this time it was my face and shoulders that began changing shapes and colours. Sometimes I would become more handsome (yay!) and sometimes my features will turn sinister and demonic (whoops!)

To this day I am incredibly grateful for this lesson. I so wished I could capture what was happening so that I can draw the different styles and the transitions between them, that I found myself a few times reaching for my phone in order to record a video. Needless to say, I quickly reminded myself that the video was not going to capture what I was seeing.

Finally, my attention turned to one of the pillows on the bed. The patterns of the pillow started to form all sorts of complex patterns that seemed to have a deep spiritual meaning to me. At first they were abstract geometrical shapes. I felt a distance presence was talking to me through the patterns of the pillow in an alien language - the shapes formed an alphabet that I could not comprehend, so I only marveled at it, soaking it's beauty as much as I could.

Eventually the complex geometric shapes became something I could recognize. The message was finally getting through. The small pillow that served as the canvas became divided into cells and in each cell there was depicted the pointy head of a fox. The foxes were "drawn" in the same style, but from different angels: profile, side-view, top-view, etc... They images kept changing, but the foxes theme stayed the same. A few minutes later different colors were introduced into the different cells.

I knew I was getting close to the peak so I lied down and closed my eyes.

I started to think about my lover and her affinity for luxurious goods. Given that I am not a fashionista, I wondered "What is the appeal?"

The LSD decided to explain.

The images were so crisp, as if I have glued my face to a high-definition monitor. Furthermore they weren't the usual abstract geometrical shapes and patterns. I was transported into a luxurious villa in the Swiss Alps by a lake. In there a bunch of wealthy Russians were mingling with Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabana. Everyone was dressed quite extravagantly, but especially the designers. The Russians were asking them questions and seemed very intrigued by what they had to say.

Then I saw a bunch of luxurious bags and jewelry in my inner eye, again with the same fidelity as before. I found the luxurious items gorgeous. I think LSD explained to me the appeal by showing me they are appealing rather than explaining through logic.

Perhaps this was a continuation of the art lesson. I was able to see luxury goods as art pieces.

Things started to become dark. There was some sort of opening in the "screen" so I directed my attention towards it. Suddenly 4 spiders started crawling, one after the other, from that opening in a very mathematical fashion, each of the them aiming for one of the 4 corners of the field of vision. At first I was scared, but I decided to investigate further so I went in.

The moment I went through the opening I understood I had "broken through". I was in hyperspace and there were n-dimensional centipedes all around me. I knew they were n-dimensional because their "legs" were not continuous, but rather I could see parts of the legs, and their movements suggested that the legs go through higher dimensions and "poke through" the 3D space I was familiar with.

I was no longer scared. I decided to ask the aliens if I was okay.

Then, as the aliens focused on different parts of my body, the width and height of my inner screen started to change such that, if they were examining a leg, for example, the width would be short and the height - long, as to fit the leg. It reminded me of a technique Guy Ritchie used in some of his movies.

The aliens told me that there was something in my chest and that I should go for a check up.

Then, very surprisingly, they were like: "Oh, you are seeing this hot girl!" and they gave me thumbs up!

After this I decided to relax by watching old ContraPoints videos. I found the videos to be hilarious. She had recently dropped a new video so this is why I was thinking about her.

I didn't have an afterglow or a hangover.

I can say for sure that this experience made me a better artist. However I switched identities so I am not sure that I will ever use what I learned.