psychonaut65
Bluelighter
This was my third hippie-flip this year. It proved to be just as amazing if not more amazing than the other two. I find that the Ecstasy grounds your more in the experience and the usual mushroom mind-games are not so apparent. Unlike a roll on Ecstasy alone: hippie-flipping lets you communicate coherently which I think is due to the mushrooms dialectic capability.
My friend S has tripped with me on numerous occasions in the past 2/3 years so I was expecting a good experience. We both have done Mushrooms with Syrian rue and both experienced Ecstasy.
Dose:
50g Phillipine cubensis
1 white star (tested with ez - test)
Cannabis
10-15 bulbs of NOS
The Experience:
We waited in my little indent in reality for my parents to go to bed; basically a little chill-out room with a laver lamp, laserpod ( http://www.theglowcompany.co.uk/acatalog/LASERPOD.html ) and a uv-light. We watched "The Yellow Submarine" which I have to say is extraordinarily trippy even without the drugs.
After watching "Timothy Leary's Last Trip" on dvd we began brewing the mushrooms. I made the mistake in thinking a copius amount of tea would mask the mushrooms. I cut up Ginger and placed that in with the brew in an attempt to get rid of any nausea. I let the tea ginger steep for a while; I then took the tea bags out and put the mushies in; then let simmer for 15 minutes.
My friend did not like the tea at all; I think I had the beginning of the cold/bug I have now as I don't re-collect the brew tasting that bad.
We went up to my indent in reality and chilled out, waiting for the come-up to subside in order to take the Ecstasy. I crossed my eyes to make my vision blurred: I looked at the laser pod and I saw intricate patterning in the red light. My friend went to the toilet and I purged about 15 minutes after ingestion. Things were definitely above baseline by now, I was annoyed at the fact I threw up; I did try to hold it down but I guess my gag reflex was stronger than I was. The reason for my retching was I think due to the excessive amount of tea I used to prepare the brew; as my last experience with 100grams of mexicans made me retch but I held it down.
My friend came back up to see me spluttering into a sick-bag. We waited a while for the effects to come-on. I dropped my E an hour after my initial ingestion of the mushrooms. Ushering my friend to do the same so we could come-up at the same time he did half. Another 20minutes passed and we were noticing changes and fluctuations in our perception; the degree of intensity was quite weak for me in respect of the mushrooms. My friend dropped the other half of his pill and I insisted on going outside. After much persuasion we finally began to set-off on our mission: to play with my Frisbee that looks like this: http://www.theglowcompany.co.uk/acatalog/FLASHFLIGHT_FRISBEE.html and to do some Nitrous Oxide as I feared that it was a bit loud for doing it in the same house my parents were sleeping in.
Wearing my Jester hat, carrying my glowing frisbee, Shpongle eminating from my pocket and a bag of bulbs over my shoulder we set off. I love missioning on Hippie-Flips, the moon was out in full view which made the night almost mystical as the moon's glow echoed through the layers of mist.
We sparked a joint and proceeded to an open destination where we could play our Psychedelic Frisbee without obstruction. As we walked and smoked I waved the frisbee in front of us catching awesome trails. Throwing the frisbee was something else: it turned in to this psy-object that spun through the sky in an UFO-like manner. I have to stress that this frisbee was extremely cool I commented several times that it was the best 20 quid I had ever spent; except the Nitrous bulberator which has brought so much joy and happiness.
In almost reaching our destination we stumbled upon some weird terrain that looked very odd as if it were an alien lanscape. We had finally reached the river so we sat and laid out all our stuff. We sat and talked about our events in life; how we have seperated from the place of education (i have moved to college) and how things are changing in general. My other strong tripping companion couldn't make it and we were quite disappointed about this. I inhaled a double balloon to be greeted by the great flow of cosmic consciouness that carved a cross-section through my brain: it was kinda like a extremely long pink rectangle with wicked patterning stretching from infinity into my head and out the other side back to the infinity.
My playlist was awesome taking us through the likes of Enigma and Shponlge then progressing to Pink Floyd followed by some GMS and Infected Mushroom to rave the night away. Towards the end of the playlist tracks were by King Crimson and The Doors.
I was getting cold as we had been sitting and smoking for a fair while. I loaded up a double-bulbed balloon and danced to some Pink Floyd: I tooted the balloon while waving the glowing frisbee around myself. Now was time for a Nos stomp, I ran around throwing the frisbee up in the air; still breathing my balloon ran as hard as I could threw the frisbee and landed in a Nitrous state on the floor; the riverside became so surreal the sky turned purple and the moon looked fan-fuckin-tastic, I can't remember my exact diction but i do remember shouting at the top of my voice "I LOVE HIPPIE-FLIPPING". Nitrous takes me somewhere so far away from game-reality I can't actually remember my visions due to their ineffability; however, i do remember that the running was awesome as if some sort of cosmic spirit was flowing through me.
I came back to my friend and we talked some very meaningful conversations which I wish I had tape recorded. My friend was saying that he was sure I could break world records running that fast, my muscles are still stiff two days after that trip. We thought that no-one can run faster than one who has the universal and world force behind him. Thats one thing about hippie-flippin is you get so much exercise who says taking drugs aren't good for you?
After much discussion I got up again and raved with another balloon and the frisbee while my friend loaded his balloon up. I ran while he walked as he wasn't too accustomed to Nitrous Oxide. Eventually i fell on the floor again in the most ecstatic state I could ever have imagined "TRIPPING IS BAD!" I shouted at the top of my voice.
Hippie-Flipping I find gives me a tripping character, raving with the frisbee and wearing my jester hat accentuated this. I love this aspect of taking drugs as they can show you things in such different perspective.
As I re-traced my steps i found my friend stumbling around in the dark. He was lost for words yet again. I chose to run back to our spot, I then ran back to my friend and then ran back to the spot.
Eventaully sitting down to smoke some marijuana, we discussed what we had just experienced. My friend stated that it was actually scary as the state we are aiming to attain is so precisely induced by nitrous oxide, its as if psyches allow you to ponder and experience to some exent what the otherness, the unseen or the truth actually is; however, nitrous actually takes your there. I suppose my ideal way to die would be an intravenous injection of Psilocybin/LSD and have Nitrous Oxide to put me out completely. You have to question if you just flow into death, as when coming back to reality it seems so harsh: if you actually died in this state would you just join whatever was out in the infinite. Although DMT comes into the equation here as the brain apparently releases it at the moment of death, it would certainly be interesting to smoke DMT when experimenting with these substances.
In talking we found we had countless words coming out of our mouths in an coherent and extremely intelligible manner, it felt as if the climax/peak of the trip was in the nitrous aftermath.
We talked about a world mission to get everyone turned on to the state we had reached at that point; however, in most circumstances people ignore what clever and intelligent people have to say. Civilisation cannot progress by raping and murdering the planet it exists on, if we are to continue to thrive we must look within ourselves and find peace of mind and in nature. Nature seems to come across as a force when hippie-flipping as I have felt very connected to it when hippie-flipping espeicially from my last trip in the woods.
We had lost both balloons and as I noted the shortage of the balloons I brought along some bags making sure they weren't to big as to asphyxiate myself: they worked miserably. They weren't easy to breathe with "I can't get to the state I require without the fucking balloon!" After trying the bags several times I suggested that as the Nos was over and we were out of weed we should head back home. The primary effects of the flip had now subsided now we were heading home: "reality bites."
As the roll of E was most definitely over we did not communicate much during the come-down. We smoked several spliffs before finally going in to a dreamy and trancey state that was quite tranquil. I remembered the fruit I had stashed for the trip so i ate a delicious, translucent green fruit called a Kiwi with much gratification. Watching the laser lights from my laser pod was sensory delight; blowing smoke through the beams made them visible which looks very cool.
Left pretty much wordless the next day my friend headed home and I spent the day chilling and smoking weed.
Hippy Flipping was again mind-blowingly awesome and I encourage any experienced tripper that has not tried combining a wicked psychedelic with Ecstasy + Nos to do so to experience the ineffable.
peace, and if you got this far thanks for reading.
My friend S has tripped with me on numerous occasions in the past 2/3 years so I was expecting a good experience. We both have done Mushrooms with Syrian rue and both experienced Ecstasy.
Dose:
50g Phillipine cubensis
1 white star (tested with ez - test)
Cannabis
10-15 bulbs of NOS
The Experience:
We waited in my little indent in reality for my parents to go to bed; basically a little chill-out room with a laver lamp, laserpod ( http://www.theglowcompany.co.uk/acatalog/LASERPOD.html ) and a uv-light. We watched "The Yellow Submarine" which I have to say is extraordinarily trippy even without the drugs.
After watching "Timothy Leary's Last Trip" on dvd we began brewing the mushrooms. I made the mistake in thinking a copius amount of tea would mask the mushrooms. I cut up Ginger and placed that in with the brew in an attempt to get rid of any nausea. I let the tea ginger steep for a while; I then took the tea bags out and put the mushies in; then let simmer for 15 minutes.
My friend did not like the tea at all; I think I had the beginning of the cold/bug I have now as I don't re-collect the brew tasting that bad.
We went up to my indent in reality and chilled out, waiting for the come-up to subside in order to take the Ecstasy. I crossed my eyes to make my vision blurred: I looked at the laser pod and I saw intricate patterning in the red light. My friend went to the toilet and I purged about 15 minutes after ingestion. Things were definitely above baseline by now, I was annoyed at the fact I threw up; I did try to hold it down but I guess my gag reflex was stronger than I was. The reason for my retching was I think due to the excessive amount of tea I used to prepare the brew; as my last experience with 100grams of mexicans made me retch but I held it down.
My friend came back up to see me spluttering into a sick-bag. We waited a while for the effects to come-on. I dropped my E an hour after my initial ingestion of the mushrooms. Ushering my friend to do the same so we could come-up at the same time he did half. Another 20minutes passed and we were noticing changes and fluctuations in our perception; the degree of intensity was quite weak for me in respect of the mushrooms. My friend dropped the other half of his pill and I insisted on going outside. After much persuasion we finally began to set-off on our mission: to play with my Frisbee that looks like this: http://www.theglowcompany.co.uk/acatalog/FLASHFLIGHT_FRISBEE.html and to do some Nitrous Oxide as I feared that it was a bit loud for doing it in the same house my parents were sleeping in.
Wearing my Jester hat, carrying my glowing frisbee, Shpongle eminating from my pocket and a bag of bulbs over my shoulder we set off. I love missioning on Hippie-Flips, the moon was out in full view which made the night almost mystical as the moon's glow echoed through the layers of mist.
We sparked a joint and proceeded to an open destination where we could play our Psychedelic Frisbee without obstruction. As we walked and smoked I waved the frisbee in front of us catching awesome trails. Throwing the frisbee was something else: it turned in to this psy-object that spun through the sky in an UFO-like manner. I have to stress that this frisbee was extremely cool I commented several times that it was the best 20 quid I had ever spent; except the Nitrous bulberator which has brought so much joy and happiness.
In almost reaching our destination we stumbled upon some weird terrain that looked very odd as if it were an alien lanscape. We had finally reached the river so we sat and laid out all our stuff. We sat and talked about our events in life; how we have seperated from the place of education (i have moved to college) and how things are changing in general. My other strong tripping companion couldn't make it and we were quite disappointed about this. I inhaled a double balloon to be greeted by the great flow of cosmic consciouness that carved a cross-section through my brain: it was kinda like a extremely long pink rectangle with wicked patterning stretching from infinity into my head and out the other side back to the infinity.
My playlist was awesome taking us through the likes of Enigma and Shponlge then progressing to Pink Floyd followed by some GMS and Infected Mushroom to rave the night away. Towards the end of the playlist tracks were by King Crimson and The Doors.
I was getting cold as we had been sitting and smoking for a fair while. I loaded up a double-bulbed balloon and danced to some Pink Floyd: I tooted the balloon while waving the glowing frisbee around myself. Now was time for a Nos stomp, I ran around throwing the frisbee up in the air; still breathing my balloon ran as hard as I could threw the frisbee and landed in a Nitrous state on the floor; the riverside became so surreal the sky turned purple and the moon looked fan-fuckin-tastic, I can't remember my exact diction but i do remember shouting at the top of my voice "I LOVE HIPPIE-FLIPPING". Nitrous takes me somewhere so far away from game-reality I can't actually remember my visions due to their ineffability; however, i do remember that the running was awesome as if some sort of cosmic spirit was flowing through me.
I came back to my friend and we talked some very meaningful conversations which I wish I had tape recorded. My friend was saying that he was sure I could break world records running that fast, my muscles are still stiff two days after that trip. We thought that no-one can run faster than one who has the universal and world force behind him. Thats one thing about hippie-flippin is you get so much exercise who says taking drugs aren't good for you?
After much discussion I got up again and raved with another balloon and the frisbee while my friend loaded his balloon up. I ran while he walked as he wasn't too accustomed to Nitrous Oxide. Eventually i fell on the floor again in the most ecstatic state I could ever have imagined "TRIPPING IS BAD!" I shouted at the top of my voice.
Hippie-Flipping I find gives me a tripping character, raving with the frisbee and wearing my jester hat accentuated this. I love this aspect of taking drugs as they can show you things in such different perspective.
As I re-traced my steps i found my friend stumbling around in the dark. He was lost for words yet again. I chose to run back to our spot, I then ran back to my friend and then ran back to the spot.
Eventaully sitting down to smoke some marijuana, we discussed what we had just experienced. My friend stated that it was actually scary as the state we are aiming to attain is so precisely induced by nitrous oxide, its as if psyches allow you to ponder and experience to some exent what the otherness, the unseen or the truth actually is; however, nitrous actually takes your there. I suppose my ideal way to die would be an intravenous injection of Psilocybin/LSD and have Nitrous Oxide to put me out completely. You have to question if you just flow into death, as when coming back to reality it seems so harsh: if you actually died in this state would you just join whatever was out in the infinite. Although DMT comes into the equation here as the brain apparently releases it at the moment of death, it would certainly be interesting to smoke DMT when experimenting with these substances.
In talking we found we had countless words coming out of our mouths in an coherent and extremely intelligible manner, it felt as if the climax/peak of the trip was in the nitrous aftermath.
We talked about a world mission to get everyone turned on to the state we had reached at that point; however, in most circumstances people ignore what clever and intelligent people have to say. Civilisation cannot progress by raping and murdering the planet it exists on, if we are to continue to thrive we must look within ourselves and find peace of mind and in nature. Nature seems to come across as a force when hippie-flipping as I have felt very connected to it when hippie-flipping espeicially from my last trip in the woods.
We had lost both balloons and as I noted the shortage of the balloons I brought along some bags making sure they weren't to big as to asphyxiate myself: they worked miserably. They weren't easy to breathe with "I can't get to the state I require without the fucking balloon!" After trying the bags several times I suggested that as the Nos was over and we were out of weed we should head back home. The primary effects of the flip had now subsided now we were heading home: "reality bites."
As the roll of E was most definitely over we did not communicate much during the come-down. We smoked several spliffs before finally going in to a dreamy and trancey state that was quite tranquil. I remembered the fruit I had stashed for the trip so i ate a delicious, translucent green fruit called a Kiwi with much gratification. Watching the laser lights from my laser pod was sensory delight; blowing smoke through the beams made them visible which looks very cool.
Left pretty much wordless the next day my friend headed home and I spent the day chilling and smoking weed.
Hippy Flipping was again mind-blowingly awesome and I encourage any experienced tripper that has not tried combining a wicked psychedelic with Ecstasy + Nos to do so to experience the ineffable.
peace, and if you got this far thanks for reading.
