EatMushrooms
Bluelighter
Hello my fellow BL'ers! I have quite the fantastic trip that I would love to share with all of you beautiful minds. The whole trip lasted around 15 hours before I finally passed out so bear with me here, it's a long one. I wrote on and off over the course of a few hours, so I'm sorry if any of my thoughts are disorganized or don't make sense. I did my best. Here's a little background info on experience and what I took:
Age: 23
H/W: 6 foot, 145 lbs.
2C-P - 14 mg - first time.
DMT - unsure of amount - second time.
MXE - " " - third time.
Mushroom Tea - " " - First time drinking the tea, had shrooms roughly 10 times.
Marijuana - too much to keep track - daily/weekly user for many years.
This all took place at the Alchemy Burn in Lafayette, GA last weekend. I'm unsure of the amount of many of these different substances because they were all done during the 2C-P, so you understand. Same goes with the time of all these events. I know when I started and when I ended, but individual times are a blur.
So now we begin. I awoke rather tired at around 11 am with just over 6 hours of sleep under my belt but still ready for the long day that I knew I was about to experience. The first thing that we all did was hit a nice bump of some MXE to wake up and prepare for the surge of people that were sure to come by our tea house in the next few hours. We sat around smoking bowls and conversing with all the lovely people that made their way over to us for tea and good times. It was only around noon and I was already rather stoned and feeling great from the bump I did (we started referring to the MXE feeling as being "zooted").
Fast forward a few hours of sharing stories and experiences with all of my newfound friends and it is time to take the 2C-P. We were planning on taking it so that we would be peaking precisely around the time that the effigy was going to be burning. As I stated earlier, I'm not sure of the exact time, but I believe we dosed at some time around 3pm. I recall my friends who had done it before saying that the come up was going to be 3-5 hours, so I figured I had plenty of time to be sober before I started tripping. Holy shit was I wrong! I started to notice a very strange feeling after about 30-45 minutes and that is when I realized what the day was going to be like. My friend Bonkers (funny nickname) was also taking the 2C-P for the first time, and it started to hit him as fast as it did for me. I got up to go and walk around but found myself sitting down on the ground after only about 5 steps. It took me about 15 minutes, but I finally managed to get up and make it to the bathroom to take a piss before quickly heading back to the tea house to lay down on the futon that we had set up in there.
Now I'm about an hour or so into the trip and I'm feeling fucking fantastic. I'm starting to have a very hard time holding a conversation with anybody, or really holding my thoughts together in a coherent pattern. We have our music playing quite loud, and songs that I know fairly well are starting to sound differently than I previously remembered. The sun and the hillside are looking much brighter and more colorful than usual. Regardless of my inability to maintain much focus onto anything at all, I'm still doing my best to greet people that are walking past. Being in the main area of the festival, we had probably around 100 different people stopping by or walking past every hour. We did our best to wave at them, and most people were friendly enough to wave back. I remember constantly thinking about how fucking awesome this place is because of how nice and welcoming everybody is.
I imagine that I'm somewhere around 2- 2.5 hours deep now and I'm straight up melting into the couch. I mean that literally, not figuratively. I was becoming one with the couch in a feeling that I just can't find the words to describe. I'm not having too many serious visuals yet, but the whole hillside is starting to look a bright neon green color. It was beautiful. I was content to stay there staring at the grass forever, until she showed up that is. As usual with people, I’ll omit her real name so I’ll just refer to her as simply “her”, but we met the night before back at the effigy. Generally I'm not very outspoken and walking up to beautiful women for a chat is something I never do, but MXE makes me feel like the biggest badass to ever walk the Earth. We climbed to the top to smoke a bowl and talk for a while before parting ways. Anyways, back to the trip. She came by and I could hardly even speak (for a number of drug related and other reasons). I don't remember at all what we talked about, but she eventually convinced me to head up to the hot air balloon that was set up at the top of the hill about 150 yards away. I really didn't want to get up, but how are you supposed to say no to the awesome girl who wants to go on an adventure?
I remember standing up and leaving the tea house, but then all of a sudden I'm up at the balloon. I don't recall making the walk at all. The only thing I do remember is that all I wanted to do was drop to the ground and melt some more. I didn't count, but there were probably about 50 people in there lying on their backs enjoying the breeze. We find an open spot and just lay there. Now I'm seriously tripping. Looking around, the balloon went on in every direction forever. That balloon was seemingly my whole universe (a feeling that I would become well acquainted with over the next 12 hours). The breeze felt amazing, but then again, what doesn’t during a serious trip? As the breeze grew stronger, the balloon would rise and fall on top of the crowd of fellow people on the ground. It was almost too intense for me as I continue to delve deeper and deeper into the dream world. There I am lying inside a balloon that is now falling on top of me, as if it were eating me. It was overall a pleasant experience, but just a bit too much at the time, so we got up and moved on. We make our way back to the tea house where I promptly sit my ass back down and go back into melt mode. She continued her adventure elsewhere, but our paths would cross again before the night was over.
Another 30 minutes passes as I sit and feel the music mold itself with my brain before our group decided it was time to go exploring, after all there were 3,500 people on the farm. There were five of us, all having taken varying amounts (two of us had the 14 mg, one a 15 mg, and the rest 12 mg’s). We made it about 100 yards out before bonkers realized that I was barefoot walking on the gravel, so he suggested we return back to the tea house to find my shoes. We make our way back to the tea house where our friend and basically owner of the tea house was still there serving tea to people. I really have no clue how he was managing to do all this whilst tripping, as I could hardly even hold myself up to walk around. Anyways, I find my shoes and we continue our adventure.
It was about time for another trip to the porta potties, so bonkers and I went over there. As I was waiting for him to come out, I had my mind blown in ways that I doubt anybody could possibly understand. An old friend whom we used to go to school with that I haven’t seen in probably 3 years exits the stall right in front of me. At first I didn’t recognize him with my trip vision, but he recognized me immediately. He ran over and said hello, but I still couldn’t believe he was there. I had to wait for bonkers to come over and verify that he could see him too before I truly believed he was actually standing in front of me. We stood and caught up for a while before deciding that we were just too fucked up to continue on, so we headed back to the tea house again to relax and bathe in the music.
All that really happened for the next hour was us sitting on the futon in disbelief of how insanely hard we were tripping. The melting continued to happen but in increasing intensity as time passed. The serious visuals were also starting up as everything started “breathing” (you know what I mean) and slowly spinning or morphing. I found myself completely lost in the music at times. I no longer existed, only the song did. Not only that, but each song seemed as though it lasted for an eternity. Confusion set in. I felt as though I had been tripping for my entire life. I couldn’t recall a time before the trip anymore. It is a feeling that is very tough to put into words, but it is something I’ve almost become accustomed to after many intense mushroom trips.
I’m not sure how much time passed, but our whole group was finally all back together in the tea house ( I still don’t even know where the rest of them wandered off to that whole time) and the serious party is starting up. So many people were coming through that I was just not mentally capable of talking to at that point in time. This is when some of the friends me made the night before came by with the DMT. It was put onto some weed and then rolled up into a blunt to be passed around. I personally don’t recall how many times I hit it, but my friends informed me that we smoked four blunts of it. There were about twenty people in the tea house at the time, with different groups having different conversations and all passing around bowls and joints. I really have no idea which was the regular weed or weed with DMT, but I was tripping so insanely hard I doubt I could have told the difference anyways. And now she finally came back.
Fuck I was so excited. There is really no way to explain how fucking hard I was tripping at this point. I’m used to always eating mushrooms and tripping for just a few hours, but what would normally be the end of a shroom trip was now the peak of this 2C-P trip. I can recall certain events, but this is where my night started to get exceptionally blurry. I don’t know how I got there, but I found myself lying down with my head on her lap out in front of the tea house. The visuals continued to be more and more intense. Everything had an aura around it, and any kind of light source was spinning and morphing in ways that there aren’t words to describe. As I look up at her, she looked like a fucking angel or something. I was in complete awe of everything around me. To steal a quote from a friend I made at the burn “who knew that there was so much beauty in the world?”
Now comes the mushroom tea brigade. It was offered to everybody, and I was told to take a shot of it. At first I had no interest, but it was actually the thirst that got to me. I was still lying there in her lap when a cup of the tea was handed to her. I tried grabbing at it a few times as she informed me that I didn’t need any, but eventually I was successful and obtained it. I’m not exactly sure how strong it was, but if I had to guess I’d say I had about 6 oz of it. It really didn’t do too much but give me some giggles, but I honestly can’t imagine anything making me any more fucked up than I already was. Before she left, she gifted me a small aventurine, something that would actually help keep me centered throughout the rest of the trip. We said our goodbyes, and I continued on the adventure through my mind.
Fast forward an hour or so to the burn. All 3,500 people gathered on the hill around the effigy as it started to go up in flames. The heat was much welcomed, as it was starting to get rather cold outside (and I fucking HATE the cold). The flame was massive and burned in every color imaginable. My god it was so amazingly beautiful, I’ll never forget it. It was rather insane. After the fire died down a little, everybody gathered around the fiery remains and ran a circle around it. I was separated from my group of friends and found myself lost and confused in a massive swirling crowd of every kind of person you can think of. After about ten minutes I finally made my way out of the mass of humans and somehow managed to come across bonkers and his brother. We exchanged words on how insane it is that we are still tripping so hard and how awesome the place is. I remember thinking “we got life figured out right here, this is what everybody should be doing all the time. Nobody is trying to do anybody any harm, just everybody gathered together for a shared love of live. After our after short convo of pseudo enlightenment, we head back to the tea house for a good bit of the remainder of the night.
Nothing major really happened in the following couple hours, just getting lost in the music and having more tripping balls conversations that will never be remembered. Nothing of too much interest except for the aventurine, that is. I made sure to hold on to it, because all I wanted to do the whole trip was spend just a little more time with her. When my head was clear enough to form a thought, finding her was what always made its way to the front of mind. I held onto that thing like my life depended on it. In a time of serious mental and visual overload, having something to hold onto kept me in place. It is also very smooth and felt really good in my hands. The visuals continued and were just as intense as they had been for many hours. Almost nothing looked like it normally would. Faces were hard to make out, I couldn’t read anything on the screen on my phone, and the constant bright lights everywhere were starting to give me a headache. It had been probably 10 hours now and I was ready for the trip to be over.
Around 2am I could feel myself starting to come down but I was still definitely tripping balls. My entire group had fallen asleep except for one who had wandered off into the makeshift city. I knew that there was no chance that I was falling asleep any time soon, so I decided to take a little adventure to see if I could find her. I wrapped myself up in a blanket and went on my way. I really had no idea where to look, and I couldn’t remember for the life of me where her camp was. I wandered around for about an hour with no luck before finally heading back to the tea house. My trip was not in waste however, as I did see some crazy things and met some awesome people.
When I arrived back, there was some random guy rummaging through the tent looking for some water or some food. I helped him out and we sat there in the dark talking about our day. Eventually two other girls found their way in and we smoked a few bowls and had a fun old time. After about an hour, I decided it was finally time for sleep and put my head down. I told them they could stay for as long as the liked, but I was asleep before I saw whether or not they had left. And so concludes the trip.
If you actually made it this far, thank you very much for reading about the best day of my entire life. I actually could have made this SO much longer, but I decided to only cover the times that I could remember the best and what I found might be most interesting. So much shit happened in the course of this trip, I probably could have written another 10-15 paragraphs, but I imagine nobody would want to read that much. I’m sure there are plenty of grammatical errors riddled throughout, so sorry for that. Again, that you for listening (reading?) and I love you. You are beautiful and don’t ever let anybody else tell you otherwise.
Age: 23
H/W: 6 foot, 145 lbs.
2C-P - 14 mg - first time.
DMT - unsure of amount - second time.
MXE - " " - third time.
Mushroom Tea - " " - First time drinking the tea, had shrooms roughly 10 times.
Marijuana - too much to keep track - daily/weekly user for many years.
This all took place at the Alchemy Burn in Lafayette, GA last weekend. I'm unsure of the amount of many of these different substances because they were all done during the 2C-P, so you understand. Same goes with the time of all these events. I know when I started and when I ended, but individual times are a blur.
So now we begin. I awoke rather tired at around 11 am with just over 6 hours of sleep under my belt but still ready for the long day that I knew I was about to experience. The first thing that we all did was hit a nice bump of some MXE to wake up and prepare for the surge of people that were sure to come by our tea house in the next few hours. We sat around smoking bowls and conversing with all the lovely people that made their way over to us for tea and good times. It was only around noon and I was already rather stoned and feeling great from the bump I did (we started referring to the MXE feeling as being "zooted").
Fast forward a few hours of sharing stories and experiences with all of my newfound friends and it is time to take the 2C-P. We were planning on taking it so that we would be peaking precisely around the time that the effigy was going to be burning. As I stated earlier, I'm not sure of the exact time, but I believe we dosed at some time around 3pm. I recall my friends who had done it before saying that the come up was going to be 3-5 hours, so I figured I had plenty of time to be sober before I started tripping. Holy shit was I wrong! I started to notice a very strange feeling after about 30-45 minutes and that is when I realized what the day was going to be like. My friend Bonkers (funny nickname) was also taking the 2C-P for the first time, and it started to hit him as fast as it did for me. I got up to go and walk around but found myself sitting down on the ground after only about 5 steps. It took me about 15 minutes, but I finally managed to get up and make it to the bathroom to take a piss before quickly heading back to the tea house to lay down on the futon that we had set up in there.
Now I'm about an hour or so into the trip and I'm feeling fucking fantastic. I'm starting to have a very hard time holding a conversation with anybody, or really holding my thoughts together in a coherent pattern. We have our music playing quite loud, and songs that I know fairly well are starting to sound differently than I previously remembered. The sun and the hillside are looking much brighter and more colorful than usual. Regardless of my inability to maintain much focus onto anything at all, I'm still doing my best to greet people that are walking past. Being in the main area of the festival, we had probably around 100 different people stopping by or walking past every hour. We did our best to wave at them, and most people were friendly enough to wave back. I remember constantly thinking about how fucking awesome this place is because of how nice and welcoming everybody is.
I imagine that I'm somewhere around 2- 2.5 hours deep now and I'm straight up melting into the couch. I mean that literally, not figuratively. I was becoming one with the couch in a feeling that I just can't find the words to describe. I'm not having too many serious visuals yet, but the whole hillside is starting to look a bright neon green color. It was beautiful. I was content to stay there staring at the grass forever, until she showed up that is. As usual with people, I’ll omit her real name so I’ll just refer to her as simply “her”, but we met the night before back at the effigy. Generally I'm not very outspoken and walking up to beautiful women for a chat is something I never do, but MXE makes me feel like the biggest badass to ever walk the Earth. We climbed to the top to smoke a bowl and talk for a while before parting ways. Anyways, back to the trip. She came by and I could hardly even speak (for a number of drug related and other reasons). I don't remember at all what we talked about, but she eventually convinced me to head up to the hot air balloon that was set up at the top of the hill about 150 yards away. I really didn't want to get up, but how are you supposed to say no to the awesome girl who wants to go on an adventure?
I remember standing up and leaving the tea house, but then all of a sudden I'm up at the balloon. I don't recall making the walk at all. The only thing I do remember is that all I wanted to do was drop to the ground and melt some more. I didn't count, but there were probably about 50 people in there lying on their backs enjoying the breeze. We find an open spot and just lay there. Now I'm seriously tripping. Looking around, the balloon went on in every direction forever. That balloon was seemingly my whole universe (a feeling that I would become well acquainted with over the next 12 hours). The breeze felt amazing, but then again, what doesn’t during a serious trip? As the breeze grew stronger, the balloon would rise and fall on top of the crowd of fellow people on the ground. It was almost too intense for me as I continue to delve deeper and deeper into the dream world. There I am lying inside a balloon that is now falling on top of me, as if it were eating me. It was overall a pleasant experience, but just a bit too much at the time, so we got up and moved on. We make our way back to the tea house where I promptly sit my ass back down and go back into melt mode. She continued her adventure elsewhere, but our paths would cross again before the night was over.
Another 30 minutes passes as I sit and feel the music mold itself with my brain before our group decided it was time to go exploring, after all there were 3,500 people on the farm. There were five of us, all having taken varying amounts (two of us had the 14 mg, one a 15 mg, and the rest 12 mg’s). We made it about 100 yards out before bonkers realized that I was barefoot walking on the gravel, so he suggested we return back to the tea house to find my shoes. We make our way back to the tea house where our friend and basically owner of the tea house was still there serving tea to people. I really have no clue how he was managing to do all this whilst tripping, as I could hardly even hold myself up to walk around. Anyways, I find my shoes and we continue our adventure.
It was about time for another trip to the porta potties, so bonkers and I went over there. As I was waiting for him to come out, I had my mind blown in ways that I doubt anybody could possibly understand. An old friend whom we used to go to school with that I haven’t seen in probably 3 years exits the stall right in front of me. At first I didn’t recognize him with my trip vision, but he recognized me immediately. He ran over and said hello, but I still couldn’t believe he was there. I had to wait for bonkers to come over and verify that he could see him too before I truly believed he was actually standing in front of me. We stood and caught up for a while before deciding that we were just too fucked up to continue on, so we headed back to the tea house again to relax and bathe in the music.
All that really happened for the next hour was us sitting on the futon in disbelief of how insanely hard we were tripping. The melting continued to happen but in increasing intensity as time passed. The serious visuals were also starting up as everything started “breathing” (you know what I mean) and slowly spinning or morphing. I found myself completely lost in the music at times. I no longer existed, only the song did. Not only that, but each song seemed as though it lasted for an eternity. Confusion set in. I felt as though I had been tripping for my entire life. I couldn’t recall a time before the trip anymore. It is a feeling that is very tough to put into words, but it is something I’ve almost become accustomed to after many intense mushroom trips.
I’m not sure how much time passed, but our whole group was finally all back together in the tea house ( I still don’t even know where the rest of them wandered off to that whole time) and the serious party is starting up. So many people were coming through that I was just not mentally capable of talking to at that point in time. This is when some of the friends me made the night before came by with the DMT. It was put onto some weed and then rolled up into a blunt to be passed around. I personally don’t recall how many times I hit it, but my friends informed me that we smoked four blunts of it. There were about twenty people in the tea house at the time, with different groups having different conversations and all passing around bowls and joints. I really have no idea which was the regular weed or weed with DMT, but I was tripping so insanely hard I doubt I could have told the difference anyways. And now she finally came back.
Fuck I was so excited. There is really no way to explain how fucking hard I was tripping at this point. I’m used to always eating mushrooms and tripping for just a few hours, but what would normally be the end of a shroom trip was now the peak of this 2C-P trip. I can recall certain events, but this is where my night started to get exceptionally blurry. I don’t know how I got there, but I found myself lying down with my head on her lap out in front of the tea house. The visuals continued to be more and more intense. Everything had an aura around it, and any kind of light source was spinning and morphing in ways that there aren’t words to describe. As I look up at her, she looked like a fucking angel or something. I was in complete awe of everything around me. To steal a quote from a friend I made at the burn “who knew that there was so much beauty in the world?”
Now comes the mushroom tea brigade. It was offered to everybody, and I was told to take a shot of it. At first I had no interest, but it was actually the thirst that got to me. I was still lying there in her lap when a cup of the tea was handed to her. I tried grabbing at it a few times as she informed me that I didn’t need any, but eventually I was successful and obtained it. I’m not exactly sure how strong it was, but if I had to guess I’d say I had about 6 oz of it. It really didn’t do too much but give me some giggles, but I honestly can’t imagine anything making me any more fucked up than I already was. Before she left, she gifted me a small aventurine, something that would actually help keep me centered throughout the rest of the trip. We said our goodbyes, and I continued on the adventure through my mind.
Fast forward an hour or so to the burn. All 3,500 people gathered on the hill around the effigy as it started to go up in flames. The heat was much welcomed, as it was starting to get rather cold outside (and I fucking HATE the cold). The flame was massive and burned in every color imaginable. My god it was so amazingly beautiful, I’ll never forget it. It was rather insane. After the fire died down a little, everybody gathered around the fiery remains and ran a circle around it. I was separated from my group of friends and found myself lost and confused in a massive swirling crowd of every kind of person you can think of. After about ten minutes I finally made my way out of the mass of humans and somehow managed to come across bonkers and his brother. We exchanged words on how insane it is that we are still tripping so hard and how awesome the place is. I remember thinking “we got life figured out right here, this is what everybody should be doing all the time. Nobody is trying to do anybody any harm, just everybody gathered together for a shared love of live. After our after short convo of pseudo enlightenment, we head back to the tea house for a good bit of the remainder of the night.
Nothing major really happened in the following couple hours, just getting lost in the music and having more tripping balls conversations that will never be remembered. Nothing of too much interest except for the aventurine, that is. I made sure to hold on to it, because all I wanted to do the whole trip was spend just a little more time with her. When my head was clear enough to form a thought, finding her was what always made its way to the front of mind. I held onto that thing like my life depended on it. In a time of serious mental and visual overload, having something to hold onto kept me in place. It is also very smooth and felt really good in my hands. The visuals continued and were just as intense as they had been for many hours. Almost nothing looked like it normally would. Faces were hard to make out, I couldn’t read anything on the screen on my phone, and the constant bright lights everywhere were starting to give me a headache. It had been probably 10 hours now and I was ready for the trip to be over.
Around 2am I could feel myself starting to come down but I was still definitely tripping balls. My entire group had fallen asleep except for one who had wandered off into the makeshift city. I knew that there was no chance that I was falling asleep any time soon, so I decided to take a little adventure to see if I could find her. I wrapped myself up in a blanket and went on my way. I really had no idea where to look, and I couldn’t remember for the life of me where her camp was. I wandered around for about an hour with no luck before finally heading back to the tea house. My trip was not in waste however, as I did see some crazy things and met some awesome people.
When I arrived back, there was some random guy rummaging through the tent looking for some water or some food. I helped him out and we sat there in the dark talking about our day. Eventually two other girls found their way in and we smoked a few bowls and had a fun old time. After about an hour, I decided it was finally time for sleep and put my head down. I told them they could stay for as long as the liked, but I was asleep before I saw whether or not they had left. And so concludes the trip.
If you actually made it this far, thank you very much for reading about the best day of my entire life. I actually could have made this SO much longer, but I decided to only cover the times that I could remember the best and what I found might be most interesting. So much shit happened in the course of this trip, I probably could have written another 10-15 paragraphs, but I imagine nobody would want to read that much. I’m sure there are plenty of grammatical errors riddled throughout, so sorry for that. Again, that you for listening (reading?) and I love you. You are beautiful and don’t ever let anybody else tell you otherwise.
