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Psychedelic Effects on People Who Are Not Tripping “The visual effect is a bit like heat waves”

A report of the kinds of visual effects sometimes seen by non-voyaging people around people who are voyaging hard.

This post was based on an attempt to repost from another blog to this one. The attempt was only partially successful, so I have elaborated on it.

The key content is a description of a moment at Milbrook in which the writer came upon Tim Leary and Rosemary in a state produced by a very strong dose of LSD. Even tho the writer was not tripping she saw various visual effects. It’s that that I am noting – that the tripping mind may have some ability to draw in and affect the perceptions of the non-tripping mind.

“I heard from Joel Kramer that Tim, who hadn’t been downstairs to eat at all, was on a high dosage ‘sessions’ (usual Millbrook terminology for tripping), and that he ‘had to be seen to be believed.’  I was naturally a little curious to know what that meant –– to see what Tim was into.  So I went on up to the third floor, first stopping in Suzie Blue’s room to ask Alan if he had seen Tim since he turned on.  Alan nodded and said, in his best rhetorical style, ‘I’ll never be angry with him again.’  When I asked him why, he said simply, ‘Go in and see for yourself.’

I knocked on the door to Timothy and Rosemary’s room, and opened it.  The space in the room was warped –– a funny kind of visual effect curved it somehow, as if it were in a different time-space continuum.  I have since talked to other old-time trippers and hangers-around-trippers about this, and they all admit to seeing something similar at some point when they came ‘cold’ upon people who were on a very high dosage of acid.

The visual effect is a bit like the ‘heat waves’ that show around a candle flame, or a hot car in the summer sun, or the waves that rise from the hot asphalt of a highway in the desert.  I have seen it a few times since.  I remember waking one night later that winter when Alan Marlowe and John Wieners were tripping in the bowling alley and seeing the air around them curved in the same way –– some kind of high-energy charge that becomes visible.  But this was the first time I had ever seen anything like it, and it literally made me gasp.

Stepping into the room was like stepping into another dimension.  Timothy looked at me from a million light-years away, from a place of great sadness and loneliness and terrible tiredness, and after a long time he formed the one word ‘Beloved.’  I knelt down to where they were sitting side-by-side on the rug in front of a cold, dark fireplace, and kissed him and Rosemary, spent a moment holding their hands and looking into their eyes, and then went away as quietly as I could, leaving them to each other.

It turned out later that the sherry which had set Ted Cook off was what Tim and Rosemary had also had that day.  Nobody ever managed to figure out how strong it was.  What had happened was this: a new shipment of acid had arrived in powder form.  Timothy dumped half the powder in a two-pound coffee can, dumped in a quart of vodka, sloshed it around, and poured it back in the vodka bottle.  He then repeated the process with the other half of the powder a second quart of vodka.  After that, to save whatever might be sticking to the coffee can, he poured in a fifth of sherry to rinse it out.  It was this sherry that dominated the events of that Thanksgiving.”

— Diane di Prima, “The Holidays at Millbrook — 1966”

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