The entire area of Glade electronic music festival (where people moved sometimes like electrons - with the same degree of freedom - one woman even suggested neutrons and protons - which would be too intense to imagine and got me thinking about Shiva's dance) was decorated with flags of different colours bringing up two associations in me: Aztec's annual human sacrifice, when the best young men and women were slaughtered (from my imagination more or less as I never saw any reconstructions), and Tibet as I know it from pictures. Even the guy who was usually Robin Hood was Aztec ritual warrior there (those wars were not fought for any reason other than selection of victims for sacrifices, and the bravest warriors were rewarded with ritual death as the highest honour a mortal can have).

To me the plight of electron people seemed for a moment too hard to bear and I told to a girl that looked like my Swedish girl Sarah (so she was supposed to understand): Aztec warrior will save us all - pointing at him. She didn't, but told me that she probably will, Monday morning.

In the center there was enormous white fang - I called it the Unicorn's horn despite it wasn't spiral. There were plenty of them hanging and pointing down like stalactites, however, around ID Spiral tent that looked like an autonomous station of the future, on another planet or on this one - to escape from the surrounding madness.

There were people everywhere manipulating different items as an exercise and meditation that I came to associate with Tarot cards. I imagined some tricky inpersonal mind playing symbols behind them, unknown to them. That seemed OK to me but when I told it to Lera on her incredible drug cocktail she felt uneasy. 'Where are the guys, where are the guys?' she was constantly asking, and when I told her 'They are avoiding you' (which was quite possible and constituted an useful message - we never forget anything that is told to us, however stoned we were, and will always use it when necessary). I usually recall things told to me when I'm stoned, so maybe THC has some limited uses apart from sex. I am really concerned however how to stop using it and what to replace it with - this bootstrap tunnel that connects everything with everything in completely random way, when you hear people around you suddenly all speaking your native language, or discussing what you did yesterday, or even discussing your past or future - everyone knows everything about you and what's more rare but worse you sometimes know everything about everyone - I am really sick of it.

It's even worse to suggest that all these trance people around you are not less complicated than yourself and that makes any contact a real challenge. But paranoid people can nevertheless be happy, told me one person in Dream Temple, in a place like this.

Way, way too much symbolism everywhere. To hell with it, how to clear the semiotic space a little bit? Salvia, the Mexican plant that I tried to smoke, seems to help. All senses suddenly altered and the variation of reality tunnel as well as perceptive surroundings were very different from anything I'm used to, and in that delightfully simple. It's time, it's time to really start psychedelic exploration. I used to think it might complicate matters even more, but now I see that to the brain polluted to the limits by living in the city it can do only good. I am not especially into mushrooms but even they point to that somehow.

Want to comment on this Blogs? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Blogs and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...