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So I park the camper van on the headland and head down to the beach, The 240mgs of ephedrine are kicking in hard and I have heaps of energy, The 300mgs of pure codeine are numbing the senses on a different level and the waves of opiate bliss are prevented now from causing any drowsiness, I like the combo of these two over the counter flirtations and I am floating over the wet sand.
It's the dark of the moon, an hour, maybe an hour and a half of daylight left and I am on a mission, I have a tin full of dried mushrooms and a bag of pre-rolled joints and I intend to spend 6 to 8 hours sitting alone under the stars, I have been hunkering down in a nice safe bedroom for all my recent mushroom trips and this time I want to be out in the open, I need space, I want to lie back on the sand and let my soul be catapulted out into the cosmos.
It's a pretty isolated spot, only a few people camping at the car park end of the beach and I decide to put as much distance between myself and them and the rest of humanity as possible so i walk for an hour and put a few decent miles between myself and the rest of the world.
There is a light rain squall that hit for about 10 minutes and the skies did look a bit ominous but I checked the weather radar online before i set out and it was all looking pretty calm, the wind is blowing directly onshore, carrying scents of the far off islands of the western pacific, there is a healthy pounding surf but the dark of the moon means the tide peaks are low and I have timed it so the trip will run through the 6 hours of low tide, there is endless open sand, plenty of room to run around like a maniac without bumping in to anything.
I get to a good scattering of driftwood and spend a good 15 minutes gathering a big pile of it up near the dunes to make a fire, I had to dig out a decent sized pit in the sand to keep the wind off and i set up a little home base with a small wall of sticks stuck randomly into the sand and tie a small tarp up to act as a wind break.
I had 2 fishing rods with me for credibility just in case anyone happened to walk up the beach that far on a pitch dark overcast night but it's highly unlikely I'm going to see a soul other than the galactic entities that will hopefully dance with me around the milky way later.
Ok, we are all set, time to drop those mushrooms.
The light was fading fast and i picked a few choice golden tops and a couple of chunky stems out of the tin, I have been using these particular shrooms all picked on the same flush right before the last full moon so I know their strength pretty well and confidently eyeball a dose based on the earlier trips, I would estimate it was just over 5 grams.
I put a large sinker on the end of the big fishing rod with no hooks and just cast that out into the surf, (more credibility).
The daylight has all but gone now and as i stand at the edge of the ocean and smoke a big joint waiting for the shrooms to come up, I did notice a rather large and intimidating rolling bank of black clouds slightly to the south about 10 miles out to sea, but I assumed it was going to just roll past over the next couple of hours and stay out over the ocean, hopefully giving me a bit of a lightning show as it paraded past.
After 40 minutes i can sort of start to feel the shroom potential building, my mind is starting to race and I head back to the dunes to get properly settled in before the first wave descended over me like a huge red silk swirling jellyfish, that was the plan anyway but mother nature had other ideas, time was beginning to stretch out and i don't know how long I farted around with my back to the ocean fiddling with the camping gear but when I felt the first few drops of rain hit the back of my head and tasted the salt from a bank of fine sea spray and mist as it swirled around me i sensed something was about to happen lol.
When I turned around to check out that passing storm my heart stopped for a moment as i realized the wind had changed and picked up speed and now the storm bank was 200 yards off shore, i could see a solid wall of rain approaching and the wave tops were now curling madly over into white crests, I had just enough time to get on a waterproof jacket before the whole thing just enveloped me, this thing was 50 miles long and 1000 feet high, where was i gonna run to ?, A wall of driving rain smashed into me, the wind was sand blasting my face and it was pitch black, that' when the shroom wave hit me.
holy fuck, what a combo, I don't know what to do, I really don't want to abandon ship and head back to the car, it's going to be a long wet walk if i take that option and these shrooms are starting to give my legs the wobbles, I realize that the fishing rod standing next to me is pointing right up at the storm like a lightning rod and pull it down, I have a pretty good head torch with new batteries in it but against the mist and the rain its only lighting a hazy 5 yards or so in front of me and that misty darkness is now starting to pulse and explode with blobs of mushroom plasma blues and reds and purples, behind those there is this grey sliding geometric net beginning to collapse into a vortex tunnel and i have no idea how close the dunes are in front of me or the ocean is behind me, what could I possibly do to help deal with this ?
The answer is obvious, I pull my jacket up and around my head to buffer the wind and light another one of the huge joints, the effects are almost instantaneous, rushing shards of jagged green triangles are now flying towards and through me, there is this high pitched tome starting to appear just below the howling noise of the wind in my ears, it started like a high pitched whistle but by the time its on an equal volume footing with the wind it's more like a metallic howl.
I can't see solid land anymore apart from a couple of square meters of sand at my feet that the head torch is illuminating, just, if I concentrate very hard and focus past the geometric wonderland of tumbling hallucinations, I decide it's time to address the mushroom directly, "This is no time for Aztec motifs" I shouted, "it's going to push both of us right over the edge".
I felt the mushroom back off a bit, it must have seen the logic in my argument and the visions faded somewhat, shakily i made my way towards the dunes, still peaking in the height of the first wave but starting to feel a bit greened out because of that joint.
Then i saw the crabs....
The first 2 were small white ones with dark bug eyes on stalks, about half the size of a computer mouse they scurried away zig zagging at high speed away from the torch light and the pounding vibrations of my footsteps, that was cool, but then there were many more crabs, larger, some larger than my hand, large brown claws, the larger ones didn't scurry away as i approached but stood up on their back legs with claws open and extended towards me in full fighting stance, shit, this was not on the menu in my head, I looked back behind me towards the edge of the ocean and there were hundreds of these fucking things, emerging from the surf, crawling out of holes in the sand and climbing towards me over the dunes like an invading army of white shelled bug eyed multi legged monsters, The descent into terror was immediate and complete.
I started grabbing my stuff and just stuffing it frantically into my fishing bag and my large white fishing bucket, I had to get off this beach, NOW !
I popped another 240mg of codeine in my mouth and the last couple of grams of mushrooms, swilled all that down with a can of coke and got one more large joint into me in 4 or 5 huge lung busting tokes, time to run, well stumble actually, It took almost 2 hours to make it back to the car park, the whole way was just a carpet of scurrying crabs pounding wind and rain and stabs of forked lightning crashing into the breakers.
When the second big wave of psilocybin kicked in I hunched forward and lent on my fishing rod using it as a staff, there were still 2 joints in the tin but the wind was so strong I had difficulty lighting the first one, 2 big tokes and I knew I had done it, blast off, I felt the vomit rising and as fast as i fell to my knees the odious liquid had rushed up my throat and was now spraying forth into the mist, I felt a crab scurry across the back of my hand and i could see the outlines of a few dozen of them surrounding me, it seemed they were forming an attack circle, fuck this vomiting, I have to stand up and keep walking or these fuckers will eat me, I don't know if you have ever forced yourself to push headlong into driving rain in pitch darkness, surrounded by claw monsters and sea fog while still projectile vomiting every 5 paces, but let me assure you, it's a hell of an experience, for the next 30 minutes after the purging stopped I was fully alive, fully present and the waves of terror were falling away, the rain eased to a more manageable torrent and a few gaps in the clouds started to appear, i could see the milky way starting to slash its way across the sky and the codeine had numbed all fear of the crabs.
The last 500 yards before i reached the car park where one of best 5 minutes of my life, I could see the camper van, I was so fucking happy to see it, I had made it through almost 3 hours of madness and fury and lived to tell the tale, I sat up on the headland and poured myself a coffee out of the flask, smoked the last joint, steadied my self and with a huge smile pulled quietly out of the national park and headed for home.
the best Friday night out i have had for ages.
I arrived home at just before midnight, took another 240mg of codeine and 2 x 5mg Valiums, then another 5 mill Valium just to be sure
Woke up about an hour ago feeling fantastic, and wrote this report.
have a great weekend guys, it's an amazing planet when you get out into the wild edges.
It's the dark of the moon, an hour, maybe an hour and a half of daylight left and I am on a mission, I have a tin full of dried mushrooms and a bag of pre-rolled joints and I intend to spend 6 to 8 hours sitting alone under the stars, I have been hunkering down in a nice safe bedroom for all my recent mushroom trips and this time I want to be out in the open, I need space, I want to lie back on the sand and let my soul be catapulted out into the cosmos.
It's a pretty isolated spot, only a few people camping at the car park end of the beach and I decide to put as much distance between myself and them and the rest of humanity as possible so i walk for an hour and put a few decent miles between myself and the rest of the world.
There is a light rain squall that hit for about 10 minutes and the skies did look a bit ominous but I checked the weather radar online before i set out and it was all looking pretty calm, the wind is blowing directly onshore, carrying scents of the far off islands of the western pacific, there is a healthy pounding surf but the dark of the moon means the tide peaks are low and I have timed it so the trip will run through the 6 hours of low tide, there is endless open sand, plenty of room to run around like a maniac without bumping in to anything.
I get to a good scattering of driftwood and spend a good 15 minutes gathering a big pile of it up near the dunes to make a fire, I had to dig out a decent sized pit in the sand to keep the wind off and i set up a little home base with a small wall of sticks stuck randomly into the sand and tie a small tarp up to act as a wind break.
I had 2 fishing rods with me for credibility just in case anyone happened to walk up the beach that far on a pitch dark overcast night but it's highly unlikely I'm going to see a soul other than the galactic entities that will hopefully dance with me around the milky way later.
Ok, we are all set, time to drop those mushrooms.
The light was fading fast and i picked a few choice golden tops and a couple of chunky stems out of the tin, I have been using these particular shrooms all picked on the same flush right before the last full moon so I know their strength pretty well and confidently eyeball a dose based on the earlier trips, I would estimate it was just over 5 grams.
I put a large sinker on the end of the big fishing rod with no hooks and just cast that out into the surf, (more credibility).
The daylight has all but gone now and as i stand at the edge of the ocean and smoke a big joint waiting for the shrooms to come up, I did notice a rather large and intimidating rolling bank of black clouds slightly to the south about 10 miles out to sea, but I assumed it was going to just roll past over the next couple of hours and stay out over the ocean, hopefully giving me a bit of a lightning show as it paraded past.
After 40 minutes i can sort of start to feel the shroom potential building, my mind is starting to race and I head back to the dunes to get properly settled in before the first wave descended over me like a huge red silk swirling jellyfish, that was the plan anyway but mother nature had other ideas, time was beginning to stretch out and i don't know how long I farted around with my back to the ocean fiddling with the camping gear but when I felt the first few drops of rain hit the back of my head and tasted the salt from a bank of fine sea spray and mist as it swirled around me i sensed something was about to happen lol.
When I turned around to check out that passing storm my heart stopped for a moment as i realized the wind had changed and picked up speed and now the storm bank was 200 yards off shore, i could see a solid wall of rain approaching and the wave tops were now curling madly over into white crests, I had just enough time to get on a waterproof jacket before the whole thing just enveloped me, this thing was 50 miles long and 1000 feet high, where was i gonna run to ?, A wall of driving rain smashed into me, the wind was sand blasting my face and it was pitch black, that' when the shroom wave hit me.
holy fuck, what a combo, I don't know what to do, I really don't want to abandon ship and head back to the car, it's going to be a long wet walk if i take that option and these shrooms are starting to give my legs the wobbles, I realize that the fishing rod standing next to me is pointing right up at the storm like a lightning rod and pull it down, I have a pretty good head torch with new batteries in it but against the mist and the rain its only lighting a hazy 5 yards or so in front of me and that misty darkness is now starting to pulse and explode with blobs of mushroom plasma blues and reds and purples, behind those there is this grey sliding geometric net beginning to collapse into a vortex tunnel and i have no idea how close the dunes are in front of me or the ocean is behind me, what could I possibly do to help deal with this ?
The answer is obvious, I pull my jacket up and around my head to buffer the wind and light another one of the huge joints, the effects are almost instantaneous, rushing shards of jagged green triangles are now flying towards and through me, there is this high pitched tome starting to appear just below the howling noise of the wind in my ears, it started like a high pitched whistle but by the time its on an equal volume footing with the wind it's more like a metallic howl.
I can't see solid land anymore apart from a couple of square meters of sand at my feet that the head torch is illuminating, just, if I concentrate very hard and focus past the geometric wonderland of tumbling hallucinations, I decide it's time to address the mushroom directly, "This is no time for Aztec motifs" I shouted, "it's going to push both of us right over the edge".
I felt the mushroom back off a bit, it must have seen the logic in my argument and the visions faded somewhat, shakily i made my way towards the dunes, still peaking in the height of the first wave but starting to feel a bit greened out because of that joint.
Then i saw the crabs....
The first 2 were small white ones with dark bug eyes on stalks, about half the size of a computer mouse they scurried away zig zagging at high speed away from the torch light and the pounding vibrations of my footsteps, that was cool, but then there were many more crabs, larger, some larger than my hand, large brown claws, the larger ones didn't scurry away as i approached but stood up on their back legs with claws open and extended towards me in full fighting stance, shit, this was not on the menu in my head, I looked back behind me towards the edge of the ocean and there were hundreds of these fucking things, emerging from the surf, crawling out of holes in the sand and climbing towards me over the dunes like an invading army of white shelled bug eyed multi legged monsters, The descent into terror was immediate and complete.
I started grabbing my stuff and just stuffing it frantically into my fishing bag and my large white fishing bucket, I had to get off this beach, NOW !
I popped another 240mg of codeine in my mouth and the last couple of grams of mushrooms, swilled all that down with a can of coke and got one more large joint into me in 4 or 5 huge lung busting tokes, time to run, well stumble actually, It took almost 2 hours to make it back to the car park, the whole way was just a carpet of scurrying crabs pounding wind and rain and stabs of forked lightning crashing into the breakers.
When the second big wave of psilocybin kicked in I hunched forward and lent on my fishing rod using it as a staff, there were still 2 joints in the tin but the wind was so strong I had difficulty lighting the first one, 2 big tokes and I knew I had done it, blast off, I felt the vomit rising and as fast as i fell to my knees the odious liquid had rushed up my throat and was now spraying forth into the mist, I felt a crab scurry across the back of my hand and i could see the outlines of a few dozen of them surrounding me, it seemed they were forming an attack circle, fuck this vomiting, I have to stand up and keep walking or these fuckers will eat me, I don't know if you have ever forced yourself to push headlong into driving rain in pitch darkness, surrounded by claw monsters and sea fog while still projectile vomiting every 5 paces, but let me assure you, it's a hell of an experience, for the next 30 minutes after the purging stopped I was fully alive, fully present and the waves of terror were falling away, the rain eased to a more manageable torrent and a few gaps in the clouds started to appear, i could see the milky way starting to slash its way across the sky and the codeine had numbed all fear of the crabs.
The last 500 yards before i reached the car park where one of best 5 minutes of my life, I could see the camper van, I was so fucking happy to see it, I had made it through almost 3 hours of madness and fury and lived to tell the tale, I sat up on the headland and poured myself a coffee out of the flask, smoked the last joint, steadied my self and with a huge smile pulled quietly out of the national park and headed for home.
the best Friday night out i have had for ages.
I arrived home at just before midnight, took another 240mg of codeine and 2 x 5mg Valiums, then another 5 mill Valium just to be sure
Woke up about an hour ago feeling fantastic, and wrote this report.
have a great weekend guys, it's an amazing planet when you get out into the wild edges.
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