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Trip Report: Saxophone K-Hole (+LSD) and I now think my friends are aliens. 
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This last weekend I performed at a grassroots music festival.&lt;!-- in Rogue River, Oregon.--&gt; I arrived on Friday between 1:30 &amp;amp; 2pm. When I arrive I check in, park, and take a walk to catch my bearings on the venue and say hi to people. Checking the set times for Friday I learn that I have the day free because one of the groups I was playing with changed their performance time to early Saturday.
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At about 5:30 I drop an Owsley Bear tab from my friend I’ll call “B” that is said to be just over 400 mics. I walk around and feel myself in a real smooth come up. At about 6:15 I come across my friend again and he asks if I’m ready for another tab already. Since the day is pretty much open for me and I don’t have anything to be too responsible for, my inner rockstar kicks in and I drop another tab. 
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I want to say I really started feeling a peak start about 6:30. I am feeling great going through an ego dissolution (not a full on ego death). I can’t speak straight by this time but I can still communicate with reality for the most part. The LSD wasn’t visual really at all but I could definitely feel it kicking strong throughout my body. I could feel everyone around me and I felt like I could simultaneously feel where they were directing their attention and energy. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;I could feel everyone around me and I felt like I could simultaneously feel where they were directing their attention and energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The stage is indoors to escape the rain and I start feeling like the room is getting smaller and smaller. The auditorium visually didn’t get smaller or change at all I was just experiencing the feeling of it. 
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At some point claustrophobia kicks in then everything became way overwhelming. I walk to the car to smoke a blunt (which was hard to roll with shaky hands) and grab a couple beers to help ease up the trip, and just by holding a beer as I walked around helped me feel like I was more apart of the vibe that was going on for some reason. I am comfortable enough to go back to the auditorium and listen to the bands that were playing. But I would have to intermittently step outside smoke some weed and recenter my self before I go back in and bob my head (I don’t dance) to the tunes. One of the times I was outside a DJ friend of mine &lt;!--named “Dick Deeper”--&gt; came up to me and said that he was hosting a VIP late-night Ninja Stage that night in one of the other rooms at the venue and told me (didn’t ask me) that I was playing on his set. He knew I would be up for it anyway because that’s just who I am.
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Friday night on the Main Stage was coming to a close. The Frankie Hernandez Band was headlining Friday and put on an amazing show. After they were done just after midnight, I walked to buy a beer from the beer garden because I was tired of tasting the Rolling Rock I brought with me. As I was ordering I still felt like I was peaking and had one of the most awkward encounters ordering a beer ever. The people working the bar were making fun of me for being so high but they thought I was so dissociated I didn’t understand that they were making fun of me to my face. As much as I wanted to call the bartenders out for being dicks I couldn’t really form my communication at the time and I have a hard time participating or reciprocating with negative energy on large doses. It becomes a portal that if I go down it becomes very difficult to find another portal back toward positive psychedelia. 
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I walk back to the car and check on my friend that is tripping. I drink my beer, smoke a blunt, and restock my jacket pockets with Rolling Rock. I grab my saxophone and my friend walks with me toward the Ninja Stage room. &lt;!--As we are passing by the Main Stage we notice that there is a band playing and we step in to check what’s going on since we thought Main Stage had already ended for the night. It turned out that a popular local band was in attendance and the promoters asked them to play a surprise set and close the night out. --&gt;He stays at Main Stage to watch the band and I walk over to the Ninja Stage to see what’s up. 
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At about 12:30am I walk in and the room is full of festi-kids and lasers. My friend is behind turn tables mixing back and forth between R&amp;amp;B remixes and alien sounding tech-house tracks. I put my saxophone in a safe spot behind the turn tables and say hi to some of the producers and friends. At this time my LSD trip has seemed to settle into a nice vibey experience. &lt;!--Dick Deeper takes a break and DJ Quantum Mechanic --&gt;A new DJ takes over as I start setting up my saxophone and he lets me know that he is going to switch it up from tech to deep house, I tell him to hit me with what he’s got and I’ll just go with his flow. I start just noodling on the sax a little bit to catch the feeling of the tracks that are playing. It doesn’t take too long before I lock in and the LSD is unlocking creative abilities as I am improvising on whatever the DJ is playing. My friend comes back in after a while and asks &lt;!--Quantum Mechanic--&gt; the current DJ for his spoon and the little plastic jar of K. He takes a bump then gives us each a bump. B walks in and I ask if he can get a bump since he still has his K cherry to pop. 
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As the first bump kicks in I notice it gives more of a high than the first time I did K at Oregon Eclipse which felt more like a drunkenness. I keep jamming along and my friend takes back over the turn tables. B breaks off an Owsley Bear tab for each of us standing at the turn table and we all drop. Some point later my friend puts on a longer track so he can spoon up some K for us. As he is putting the spoon in my direction he kind of has a grin but I go down and get a good strong sniff and feel it instantly hit the back of my throat and I even cough a bit. 
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And this is where the story actually begins...
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I start swimming in the K. Time and space start coming to a pause. Sound is starting to smear and break down into clicks and other weird noises. Through this I am unconscious within reality but am still playing saxophone. I am watching the turn tables and my frame of view starts reconstructing itself then linearly recreates itself again and again and builds a crazy repeating spiral Mandelbrot type fractal out of the the thousands of individual frames that were all created in my vision. Through the night I kept going in and out of frames of reference and couldn’t tell if If my vision kept creating new ones or if I was flying around the fractal visiting old ones. I remember having to lean back against the wall then somehow I end up leaned against the arm of a couch and it feels like I settle into a cloud. I didn’t know what I was sitting back against at the time and I didn’t care to figure it out. Right at this moment everything seemed perfect like I was supposed to be there like it was accorded to some universal order somehow. I was comfortable sitting in a cloud playing my saxophone in front of the loudspeaker pounding sound at me. The lasers on the wall kept breaking apart and each dot from the laser seemed like portals of information I could fly through. At this point I am no longer in reality by any means. I hardly remember playing the saxophone through this journey. But the little bit of playing I remember it seemed like I had to really make each sound I made absolutely matter. This felt like one of the strongest spiritual connections I’ve had while playing music or doing anything for that matter. &lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-right1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;pullquote-text&quot;&gt;This felt like one of the strongest spiritual connections I’ve had while playing music or doing anything for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; All of my vibrato, swells, rhythms, crescendo, and other technical abilities were beyond anything I’ve felt like I’ve ever been able to accomplish on the saxophone. The emotion flowing out of me through the saxophone was unreal. 
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I come to reality for a minute and another DJ is on the turn tables free styling her set because her flash drive wouldn’t work and she looks at me and says this is one of the greatest things she’s been apart of and I jam out the set with her. This was also the first instance I have met her and her and I were throwing it down hard but what was more amazing is that she didn’t know any of the tracks she was even playing and she was on killing it. 
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All of my friends turned into aliens. &lt;!--Quantum Mechanic--&gt;The DJ before was back on the turntables at some point and when I looked up at him while he was talking to me and he had an eyeball popping out of his forehead. It wasn’t like your regular human eye either, it was big and looked like one giant pupil. After I noticed that I looked around and saw other people and friends with an eyeball popping out of their foreheads too. Not everyone had an eyeball on their forehead but just a couple of the male people in the room. The people with eyeballs on their foreheads also seemed like they were also communicating specifically with each other and less with others. It seemed like they were communicating about me and how they tapped me in so to keep me going. The dialog was crazy... I only heard parts of sentences here and there from different people over the night but it seemed like each part I heard completed the last part of a communication from an earlier time of the night. With the way my mind put it all together I was being asked if I wanted to stay on that psychedelic plane and board their ship and go with them or if I wanted to return to my body but if I chose to go with them I would never be allowed to return. 
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I told them I like where I am at but I want to go home at some point because there are things on Earth I need to take care of and make right with loved ones specifically my mom as I regret the way I’ve treated her and the hell I’ve sent her through and I wouldn’t want to leave her with the way things are even though I feel like everything we’ve done to each other is irreparable and I’ve lost her forever even though she’s alive today. I didn’t have any want to reconnect with my dad through any of it I noticed post-journey. I wanted to somehow see my dog again but I couldn’t find a resolution to that issue in my journey. My mom gave my dog away last summer without my knowledge while I was gone at a show and he was being baby sat and I haven’t talked to her since. I also realized I need to do whatever I need to to visit my grandparents before they pass on and before I choose to board the ship if I ever chose to. I had this conversation with myself about my belief in God and Satan which seemed to strengthen and validate my thoughts and beliefs. I felt like Satan was there with me trying to make me realize him and give me the sense that he is the bearer of light and intelligence. It felt as though Satan gave me the choice to accomplish anything I want to if I decided to commit myself to him right there as he would bless me with all of the talents and abilities I longed for from that point on... I could simply be the greatest ever in an instant. Right at that realization is where I caught my bearings on Satan. I don’t want to be the greatest ever and know it. I want to do great things and help my fellow people along their path but to live by the fact that I am greater than anyone or anything else is not my intention on how I want to influence the world around me. In earlier years I thought I was greater than others around me and let the ego play me into being a fool with nobody there for me. 
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As soon as I refuse Satan’s offer this girl with blue hair sits down next to me and starts talking to me. This girl is very beautiful and I am able to have an amazing conversation with her but then Satan comes back and says I can have her but if I become one with her I am his forever. I felt like Satan was playing on how lonely I am since I have been wanting to have a deep connection with a very special person in my life. I came to an understanding that loneliness and the feeling of wanting love in life is another form of personal sacrifice. Personal sacrifice is something I’ve felt God has been teaching me in a unique way. Talking with other people they have their own ways of personal sacrifice but it feels like the teachings through a brick and mortar church from a reverend, priest, and pastor are desensitizing from being able to feel the absolute true center of yourself. But then again each individual is on their own path and I cannot claim anyone to be any more or less sensitive than I am. 
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&lt;!--Quantum Mechanic and Dick Deeper--&gt;My friend and the other DJ are standing at the turn tables looking at me and I see them both looking like aliens with eyeballs in their forehead and &lt;!--Quantum Mechanic--&gt;one says to me “Now do you see?” and I respond with a very blunt “Ohhhhhhh FUCK” and they both start giggling and say “Oh yeah, it is what it is brother”. I realize at this moment I am actually sitting in one of the seats on the couch. DJ W*** is making his way behind the turn tables and I’m still jamming out on my saxophone this whole time. W***’s first track he mixes into pulls me out of my frame of reference and I get sucked back out of the individual frame and see the fractal spiraling again. Colors are exploding in linear patterns for what seemed like millions of years and at some point I come back to and notice my hands moving in grid like patterns in front of my face but I have no control over them. My hands are just dancing to the music. Then shortly I’m back to flying around the fractal playing my saxophone for what felt like eternity. 
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I get dropped back into reality trying to realize and understand what just happened. It’s like I woke up seeing the sunrise out of the window across the room sitting on a random couch with my saxophone in my hands and I was very confused on where I was, what I was doing, and how I got there. I look over and see W*** on the turn tables playing tech house then he drops a really funky tech house track and I play a little bit more with my journey fresh on my mind. Not too long later W*** flips on auto DJ and comes and sits on the couch with me and tells me what a great night it was and that he really enjoyed my sax playing. One of the promoters walk into the room and lets people know there is breakfast being cooked by the beer garden. For the first time all night I am able to stand up and I grab my saxophone case from behind the turn tables and put my saxophone away. People are in and out of the room and tell me about how sensational they thought I was through the night. People told me they could see me settle hard into my k-hole and they were all feeling it too. Soon the promoters walk in and let us know the venue owners are on the property so we need to get the room cleaned up of all the bottles, cans, and drug baggies. After doing a little cleaning &lt;!--Dick Deeper--&gt;my friend tells me to follow him out for a dab and we head out the back door to this tent. As I’m walking up to this tent this dude comes flying out of the tent to come shake my hand and tell me about how much he enjoyed the sax then introduces himself and the other people that are rooming with him in the tent. We all get in rotation for dabs and get invited to someone else’s camp for breakfast burritos which were amazing.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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