FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrReddit “Only three things go fast in Jamaica: the cars, the runners, and your money” Having just spent the last 10 weeks based in Treasure Beach, a rural area on the south coast of Jamaica, […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditAt the end of last year I went to Jamaica to film at a psychedelic specialists psilocybin mushroom retreat. In case you’re wondering if you read that right, I’ll repeat. Psychedelic specialists. Magic mushroom retreat. In […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditThis was originally written as a guest post for The Mainland Trading Post. . . . With the sun overhead Pedro exhales a lungful of smoke, passes the pipe on, and goes back to checking […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrRedditThis is the latest guest post by friend and adventure cyclist Kieron Ramsay. Last year he quit his job and got on a bicycle, setting off on a life-changing journey that would see him camping his way […]
FacebookGoogle+TwitterStumbleUponTumblrReddit It’s eight o’clock in the morning and the panorama of a bend in the Peruvian sacred valley of the Incas is majestic under the days early rays. From the patch of grass outside our […]
‘How you feeling?’ I called over to Sophie as I lay looking out over the endless blue of sky and sea spread before us. She was standing waist high in the Lake’s ice cold water, also facing out over the waters to the snow capped mountains in the distance. Turning to me with a smile on her face, she paused for a moment to think of her answer before calmly replying ‘comfortable, really comfortable actually’. She was having a wondrous first experience with LSD, and I was having a pretty damn good day too.
We still look for order, meaning and logic whilst on drugs, just in a different conception; we aren’t necessarily free on acid, we’re still the same machines computing the same data, but in a new way. Acid can make the old conventions we live by seem silly, but it does not always provide alternatives.
Reality has seemed so petty at times afterwards. The feeling I had transcends the heights and limits of beauty and truth, at once amplifying them and making them seem ridiculous at the same time, or so normal they seem ridiculous.
Before this trip I had done acid once before on my own, I had an enjoyable experience – albeit with some insecurities and guilt coming to the fore in the hairier moments. Being in a group for my second and much more profoundly affecting trip made me think more about how acid changed the nature of reality.