psychonaut65
Bluelighter
The lonesome, lost trippers running in the night
Rough dosage:
30grams fresh columbian cubensis,
7g dry mexican cubensis: 2cupfuls held for 10min then rejected by stomach, managed to keep one down.
2 white stars that tested positive for MDxx compound using EZ-test went blue/black.
Around 12-16 bulbs of nitrous.
A group of friends and myself decided we were GOING to have a party the coming Friday whatever was going on. I decided I was going to hippy flip with some nitrous oxide: brought along roughly 6-8grams dry Mexican Cubensis left over my summer trips: these mushrooms were not very potent; however, they were active as I found out a fair few weeks ago when I combined a few with nitrous oxide and the effects were definitely there. I also acquired a couple of white stars for the evening and so was quite happy that this would be my first true hippy flip while keeping in mind the 25 bulbs I was going to take with me to travel the cosmic realm; I was in anticipation and elation for the most part of the day.
Our plan was that my friend would find a place to keep warm and drop which he did successfully, we would then go off on a mission to a nearby town about 4/5 miles away.
My friends were quite a mix with two of them dropping 50grams of delicious Columbian shroomage and the others pilling it to various degrees. I can’t remember exactly how many people but there was a good twelve of us; I subsequently learnt a completely different aspect to tripping and found that I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I had work from 18:00 – 21:15 and so had to pass shopping across a checkout while anticipating my drop. I finished work and went home to get changed, stocked up on all the essentials: cooker for mushie tea, nitrous bulberator, and headlamp, most importantly music not to forget the delicious herb ganja.
I arrived around 22:00 and everyone seemed to have dropped, I hastily threw my mushies into some water to simmer them for 15minutes and dropped one of my white stars while I did so; the taste was acute so once again I had been blessed with a good bean: my friends were clearly rolling with the same ones; we were going to have a wicked night!
Everyone was stumbling round either rolling hard or for the two mushroom trippers blinded by their experience: all we could get out of them was “its amazing,” “wow” and “cool”.
After the 15 minutes I began to drink the broth, I put too much water in so I got two cups down and 5minutes later I spewed it all outside. I managed to keep one cup down. As the gurners were dropping again I decided to drop with them, this time I just swallowed the pill. Time to show everyone the nitrous, I laid my apparatus out on the table and loaded a bulb, I took the hit to be granted by a very much psychedelic twist and it was only around 25minutes from my first drop! I passed a few balloons round opening my friends minds to the great peel of reality that I had met so many times.
One of the mushroom heads ate 50 grams and planned to drink another 50grams in tea; the tea was left on the table untouched while he sat on chair listening to pink Floyd at a fair volume. I found his tea, as it was almost time to leave (about half an hour away) I drank roughly ¾ of the tea giving the rest to my gurning friend A, in all I reckon I got 30grams worth from the tea and my friend 20grams. I felt adequately satisfied that the mushrooms were now going to work as I could almost taste the psilocybin within the concoction.
Now we planned to leave, we had to tidy up which was actually quite hard for everyone, we eventually did it and got ready to move on our mission. I went outside to smoke a joint and put on some infected mushroom on my extremely efficient mobile speakers. Needless to say I started raving, my friends looked quite bemused as I made a prat of myself but I didn’t care in the slightest. My head torch was suited, moving it from side to side was extremely pleasing, plus it let us see where we were going.
After a bit of a scare loosing C (a mushroom head) when in fact he was in the toilet, we finally set off; before we did so I played “cities of the future” by infected mushroom and I swear it made me feel like we were running from something on the walk as the lyrics go: “run, run, run, to the cities of the future….”
I then listened to shpongle as we walked which was simply awesome as it was my first shpongled trip. As I walked space seemed to dissolve and thoughts appeared to be floating in the nights sky all along this profound element of walking in a group along the roads was awesome not to mention fucking dangerous. A far amount of paranoia hit me
as I was thinking mainly about police, as about twelve people stumbling around with bongs and beer was a bit disconcerting.
Looking up at the trees I crouched down to see the tips of the branches moving in the still air, hallucinations began to roll on and I said to my friend D “things are getting really hairy now!” we passed a joint playing 3-2-1 and then set off to catch up with the rest of the group.
“Keep moving” “pick up the pace” “STAY ON THE PATH” this was a mission we had to keep everyone rounded up and to keep walking it was almost like an operation. God only knows what the police would have thought.
Now there was a bridge with no pavement quite potentially life threatening (cars traveling at 50/60mph) and we had to cross it. As soon as I heard people die on this bridge I sprinted with my friend A and the feeling of leading the group was incredible, my pockets jingled as I ran: my pocket full of bulbs, we stopped on grass on the other side and waited for people to catch up as I stopped running the adrenaline rush really built on the effects of the 2nd pill and I subsequently felt a crunch in my stomach as I spewed some liquid. Then I turned to my friend E and said “good pill” in a deep voice, now it was time to GURN! A car slowed down and pulled over near us before driving off which was a bit dubious; no doubt they were more scared of us. We sat on this bench outside a hotel for a while gathering our breathe and trying to make sense of our predicament. Running on roads at night while fucked out your head isn’t exactly the best idea and I don’t think one that I will repeat especially with all those people to keep together and look after although I was one that needed looking after. It was extremely fun I was bouncing and bobbing to shpongle while everyone felt the best they had ever felt. The Gurners dropped again and we set off.
I really don’t remember half of what I saw visually as there was simply so much, the open eye visuals that did occur like the aforementioned trees were stunning; however sparse, I noticed these visuals that laid beneath everything else I could see ancient pattering and various things moving across my peripheral vision. As we walked on a bus came past the illuminated inside made one massive tracer, “it’s a bus!” was my reaction.
I talked to my friend A and we both admitted the running sensation was far-out; we were both experiencing the same feature trip of the group running on the roads at night, I have to emphasize how “cool” it felt, I certainly feel much more bonded to the people on that trip because of it.
Some clever advice on behalf of my friends H and B was that we didn’t stumble around the town that was full of drunks etc, so we set off to a stadium. On arriving at the stadium I noticed how long the walk lasted yet it also seemed so short. I got to attend the music and nitrous situation. Put on some HAPPY HARDCORE and it was brilliant I love that music on pills! Back to the nitrous, I inhaled around 10 balloons about 4 of which were double bulbed; I felt a bit guilty having not preloaded with any B12. All of the nitrous was soon consumed; I gave a few bulbs out retaining the rest for my cosmic pleasure. One distinct vision off a double bulb: I became nothingness, eternity and most prominent a black void with nothing but two swishing bright white lights. Touching the divine is what I believe nitrous enables you to do to some extent, maybe not all the way there, but certainly some of the way.
My friend A and I were raving away while the others smoked puff in this small enclosure. My friend A managed to find a flag and began dancing round with it, that was cool watching him running about catching awesome tracers off the twirling flag.
I was getting my “grouchy” nitrous phase (the time when you find out you haven’t got any more.) My bag was essentially ripped apart and wasn’t until a while later did I find my last three bulbs. I savored these by loading two in one and then finally the last one. It was around 3:30 at this point several groups of people had left and my friends A, C, G, F and myself were to go to H’s house. We hung around me and A dancing the night away, then we noticed something very strange…. As we raved we moved our eyes closer together and now I know what the song “shpongle eyes” is about: our eyes were exhibiting rapid eye movement and things began to leave reoccuring tracers for instance I saw my hand five times in the same movement. All the while everything was an iridescent shade of green with faint stars all around. My words do absolutely no justice to describe that moment: I love hippy flipping.
Having realized I had lost my wallet I became quite annoyed at myself; however, it was found the next day not by me but same kind and generous person who found it and gave it back to me so I will not dwell on this.
Now it was time to retreat back to an enclosed environment: it was cold, wet and the come downs were coming. My friends parents were asleep but we managed to sneak in unnoticed. The trip ended here basically, I was left with lovely eye candy during the come down: everything turned a glistening shade of orange before a white dot in the left of my vision started to blip and it spread the whole of my vision with white light as it did so. This “blip” happened about every 5minutes for an hour. I don’t actually remember going to sleep but I managed to walk home the next day.
Hippy flipping I have to say was fucking cool
, the MDxx made me feel alert and energetic, blending this with the shrooms really creates a world I love. I still love my high dose mushie trips but this was definitely an equally unique experience. Next time I trip with that many people I think I will take a better role in organizing it, those roads were dangerous and we were fucking lucky the police did not spot us, in other words this was not sensible.
Thanks for reading
Rough dosage:
30grams fresh columbian cubensis,
7g dry mexican cubensis: 2cupfuls held for 10min then rejected by stomach, managed to keep one down.
2 white stars that tested positive for MDxx compound using EZ-test went blue/black.
Around 12-16 bulbs of nitrous.
A group of friends and myself decided we were GOING to have a party the coming Friday whatever was going on. I decided I was going to hippy flip with some nitrous oxide: brought along roughly 6-8grams dry Mexican Cubensis left over my summer trips: these mushrooms were not very potent; however, they were active as I found out a fair few weeks ago when I combined a few with nitrous oxide and the effects were definitely there. I also acquired a couple of white stars for the evening and so was quite happy that this would be my first true hippy flip while keeping in mind the 25 bulbs I was going to take with me to travel the cosmic realm; I was in anticipation and elation for the most part of the day.
Our plan was that my friend would find a place to keep warm and drop which he did successfully, we would then go off on a mission to a nearby town about 4/5 miles away.
My friends were quite a mix with two of them dropping 50grams of delicious Columbian shroomage and the others pilling it to various degrees. I can’t remember exactly how many people but there was a good twelve of us; I subsequently learnt a completely different aspect to tripping and found that I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I had work from 18:00 – 21:15 and so had to pass shopping across a checkout while anticipating my drop. I finished work and went home to get changed, stocked up on all the essentials: cooker for mushie tea, nitrous bulberator, and headlamp, most importantly music not to forget the delicious herb ganja.
I arrived around 22:00 and everyone seemed to have dropped, I hastily threw my mushies into some water to simmer them for 15minutes and dropped one of my white stars while I did so; the taste was acute so once again I had been blessed with a good bean: my friends were clearly rolling with the same ones; we were going to have a wicked night!
Everyone was stumbling round either rolling hard or for the two mushroom trippers blinded by their experience: all we could get out of them was “its amazing,” “wow” and “cool”.
After the 15 minutes I began to drink the broth, I put too much water in so I got two cups down and 5minutes later I spewed it all outside. I managed to keep one cup down. As the gurners were dropping again I decided to drop with them, this time I just swallowed the pill. Time to show everyone the nitrous, I laid my apparatus out on the table and loaded a bulb, I took the hit to be granted by a very much psychedelic twist and it was only around 25minutes from my first drop! I passed a few balloons round opening my friends minds to the great peel of reality that I had met so many times.
One of the mushroom heads ate 50 grams and planned to drink another 50grams in tea; the tea was left on the table untouched while he sat on chair listening to pink Floyd at a fair volume. I found his tea, as it was almost time to leave (about half an hour away) I drank roughly ¾ of the tea giving the rest to my gurning friend A, in all I reckon I got 30grams worth from the tea and my friend 20grams. I felt adequately satisfied that the mushrooms were now going to work as I could almost taste the psilocybin within the concoction.
Now we planned to leave, we had to tidy up which was actually quite hard for everyone, we eventually did it and got ready to move on our mission. I went outside to smoke a joint and put on some infected mushroom on my extremely efficient mobile speakers. Needless to say I started raving, my friends looked quite bemused as I made a prat of myself but I didn’t care in the slightest. My head torch was suited, moving it from side to side was extremely pleasing, plus it let us see where we were going.
After a bit of a scare loosing C (a mushroom head) when in fact he was in the toilet, we finally set off; before we did so I played “cities of the future” by infected mushroom and I swear it made me feel like we were running from something on the walk as the lyrics go: “run, run, run, to the cities of the future….”
I then listened to shpongle as we walked which was simply awesome as it was my first shpongled trip. As I walked space seemed to dissolve and thoughts appeared to be floating in the nights sky all along this profound element of walking in a group along the roads was awesome not to mention fucking dangerous. A far amount of paranoia hit me
as I was thinking mainly about police, as about twelve people stumbling around with bongs and beer was a bit disconcerting.Looking up at the trees I crouched down to see the tips of the branches moving in the still air, hallucinations began to roll on and I said to my friend D “things are getting really hairy now!” we passed a joint playing 3-2-1 and then set off to catch up with the rest of the group.
“Keep moving” “pick up the pace” “STAY ON THE PATH” this was a mission we had to keep everyone rounded up and to keep walking it was almost like an operation. God only knows what the police would have thought.
Now there was a bridge with no pavement quite potentially life threatening (cars traveling at 50/60mph) and we had to cross it. As soon as I heard people die on this bridge I sprinted with my friend A and the feeling of leading the group was incredible, my pockets jingled as I ran: my pocket full of bulbs, we stopped on grass on the other side and waited for people to catch up as I stopped running the adrenaline rush really built on the effects of the 2nd pill and I subsequently felt a crunch in my stomach as I spewed some liquid. Then I turned to my friend E and said “good pill” in a deep voice, now it was time to GURN! A car slowed down and pulled over near us before driving off which was a bit dubious; no doubt they were more scared of us. We sat on this bench outside a hotel for a while gathering our breathe and trying to make sense of our predicament. Running on roads at night while fucked out your head isn’t exactly the best idea and I don’t think one that I will repeat especially with all those people to keep together and look after although I was one that needed looking after. It was extremely fun I was bouncing and bobbing to shpongle while everyone felt the best they had ever felt. The Gurners dropped again and we set off.
I really don’t remember half of what I saw visually as there was simply so much, the open eye visuals that did occur like the aforementioned trees were stunning; however sparse, I noticed these visuals that laid beneath everything else I could see ancient pattering and various things moving across my peripheral vision. As we walked on a bus came past the illuminated inside made one massive tracer, “it’s a bus!” was my reaction.
I talked to my friend A and we both admitted the running sensation was far-out; we were both experiencing the same feature trip of the group running on the roads at night, I have to emphasize how “cool” it felt, I certainly feel much more bonded to the people on that trip because of it.
Some clever advice on behalf of my friends H and B was that we didn’t stumble around the town that was full of drunks etc, so we set off to a stadium. On arriving at the stadium I noticed how long the walk lasted yet it also seemed so short. I got to attend the music and nitrous situation. Put on some HAPPY HARDCORE and it was brilliant I love that music on pills! Back to the nitrous, I inhaled around 10 balloons about 4 of which were double bulbed; I felt a bit guilty having not preloaded with any B12. All of the nitrous was soon consumed; I gave a few bulbs out retaining the rest for my cosmic pleasure. One distinct vision off a double bulb: I became nothingness, eternity and most prominent a black void with nothing but two swishing bright white lights. Touching the divine is what I believe nitrous enables you to do to some extent, maybe not all the way there, but certainly some of the way.
My friend A and I were raving away while the others smoked puff in this small enclosure. My friend A managed to find a flag and began dancing round with it, that was cool watching him running about catching awesome tracers off the twirling flag.
I was getting my “grouchy” nitrous phase (the time when you find out you haven’t got any more.) My bag was essentially ripped apart and wasn’t until a while later did I find my last three bulbs. I savored these by loading two in one and then finally the last one. It was around 3:30 at this point several groups of people had left and my friends A, C, G, F and myself were to go to H’s house. We hung around me and A dancing the night away, then we noticed something very strange…. As we raved we moved our eyes closer together and now I know what the song “shpongle eyes” is about: our eyes were exhibiting rapid eye movement and things began to leave reoccuring tracers for instance I saw my hand five times in the same movement. All the while everything was an iridescent shade of green with faint stars all around. My words do absolutely no justice to describe that moment: I love hippy flipping.
Having realized I had lost my wallet I became quite annoyed at myself; however, it was found the next day not by me but same kind and generous person who found it and gave it back to me so I will not dwell on this.
Now it was time to retreat back to an enclosed environment: it was cold, wet and the come downs were coming. My friends parents were asleep but we managed to sneak in unnoticed. The trip ended here basically, I was left with lovely eye candy during the come down: everything turned a glistening shade of orange before a white dot in the left of my vision started to blip and it spread the whole of my vision with white light as it did so. This “blip” happened about every 5minutes for an hour. I don’t actually remember going to sleep but I managed to walk home the next day.
Hippy flipping I have to say was fucking cool
, the MDxx made me feel alert and energetic, blending this with the shrooms really creates a world I love. I still love my high dose mushie trips but this was definitely an equally unique experience. Next time I trip with that many people I think I will take a better role in organizing it, those roads were dangerous and we were fucking lucky the police did not spot us, in other words this was not sensible. Thanks for reading
