Percussion_is_Free
Bluelighter
My girlfriend, friend, and I weren't planning to roll at this rave, but god it was magical... we'd driven across rivers in her volkswagen to arrive at an amazing outdoor event in the mountains. The air was crisp, the vibe was awesome, the music was perfect (a trance area and a happy hardcore one as well and so we bought three rolls and dropped em, it was our third time. We danced to happy hardcore until the pills kicked in, then went down to the massage tent to enjoy lightshows, vicks, and slow, intimate conversation with strangers.
Something was bothering me this time though... I looked around at everyone with their saucer pupils and droopy lids, there was a message there, but I was too etarded to think. I was having a blast, but I couldn't reflect on anything, I felt so damned impaired. I decided to take the mushroom to see if I coudln't kick my cognitive abilities back up. We walked back to the car and ate 1.3 grams of cubes, the smallest dose any of us had ever taken.
A little dancing, a little cuddling, and the mushrooms kicked in. BOOM! Visuals! Tactile hallucinations! Holy shit. The mushrooms entered my state with a flurish of trumpets and a series of whooshes. My girlfriend went nuts, the Pill and the shrooms hit her simultaneously... she stood up and bolted to the dance floor, spinning circles and generally having an incoherent, percussive blast. She woudln't respond to anything.
Meanwhile, I was having the best visuals of my life. Cobalt blue, pink, purple cubist moving 3-d artworks rolled behind my eyelids, it was stunning, ridiculous. Absolutely astounding. We sat around a fire, and the flames looked SHARP, hyperreal, like I'd been wearing blurry goggles on all my previous fire experiences, and this was the first real flame I'd ever seen.
Then the MDMA dropped off. Ecstasy hits me right away, and dissapears soon as well. I got freezing cold. My emotions were like a rollercoaster. The mushrooms decided to teach me a lesson.
I looked at the mountains. The mushrooms communicated a simple, important message: "I am ancient and holy, I am good for you, I am important. I am organic and whole and real. This mountain, this forest, this experience is what counts. What is this other chemical doing here? Its cheap, slutty--a joke. Emotions--bah--I care little for emotions. I am a teacher. I fill you with light. You have the entirity of your sober existance to experinece emotions. This other compound you've got sharing your synapses with me is just--inappropriate." Or something like that.
My girlfriend, who hadn't spoken more than a word or two since we started tripping, finally came back to some kind of reality. "I don't understand how I am the same person who was rolling and dancing back there. And this car is mine? and I have...parents? Friends? I don't know how that ever happened?"
We were both experience a dramatic softening of our egos, made much more noticeable and prominent by the dramatic shift from rolling to tripping. I had a "GET HEALTHY" trip, and decided to get rid of all my drugs except, of course, for mushrooms. I remembered something someone posted on the shroomery. "I don't do things that make me feel too great, because you always end up wanting more as it wears off," and a quote from Daniel Pinchbeck's book "White man medicine make you feel good first, bad later. Indian medicine make you feel bad first, good later." The mushrooms showed me how my self (who I wasn't connected to at the moment, wasn't ashamed of, proud of, didn't itentify with) had slipped into a state of horrendous stonerdom. I didn't know myself.
The mushroom told me I needed to spend much more time sober, getting to know myself.
Then the sun slowly rose, and we got back in the Volkswagen to drive over stone-bottom streams, the most difficult road that car had ever seen.
This was the best trip I've ever had... most profound, most entertaining, most important...the most amazing visuals I've ever seen.
I don't want the mushroom to get pissed off at me, but I do recommend hippyflipping. If you time it like me and experience the bulk of the trip coming off the roll, you might get a stern talking too like I did. But I fell in love with the mushroom and its ancient purity, and won't be taking E at raves anymore, just a couple times a year with close friends.
MDMA is too crazy, too exhausting to be screwing around with all the time. And mushrooms are too holy to taint with such a radically different drug. They don't get along that great... but the synergy does promote ASTOUNDING visuals.
I'm definitely gonna hippyflip again some day. Maybe the mushroom will kick my ass, but I think it'll understand.
Something was bothering me this time though... I looked around at everyone with their saucer pupils and droopy lids, there was a message there, but I was too etarded to think. I was having a blast, but I couldn't reflect on anything, I felt so damned impaired. I decided to take the mushroom to see if I coudln't kick my cognitive abilities back up. We walked back to the car and ate 1.3 grams of cubes, the smallest dose any of us had ever taken.
A little dancing, a little cuddling, and the mushrooms kicked in. BOOM! Visuals! Tactile hallucinations! Holy shit. The mushrooms entered my state with a flurish of trumpets and a series of whooshes. My girlfriend went nuts, the Pill and the shrooms hit her simultaneously... she stood up and bolted to the dance floor, spinning circles and generally having an incoherent, percussive blast. She woudln't respond to anything.
Meanwhile, I was having the best visuals of my life. Cobalt blue, pink, purple cubist moving 3-d artworks rolled behind my eyelids, it was stunning, ridiculous. Absolutely astounding. We sat around a fire, and the flames looked SHARP, hyperreal, like I'd been wearing blurry goggles on all my previous fire experiences, and this was the first real flame I'd ever seen.
Then the MDMA dropped off. Ecstasy hits me right away, and dissapears soon as well. I got freezing cold. My emotions were like a rollercoaster. The mushrooms decided to teach me a lesson.
I looked at the mountains. The mushrooms communicated a simple, important message: "I am ancient and holy, I am good for you, I am important. I am organic and whole and real. This mountain, this forest, this experience is what counts. What is this other chemical doing here? Its cheap, slutty--a joke. Emotions--bah--I care little for emotions. I am a teacher. I fill you with light. You have the entirity of your sober existance to experinece emotions. This other compound you've got sharing your synapses with me is just--inappropriate." Or something like that.
My girlfriend, who hadn't spoken more than a word or two since we started tripping, finally came back to some kind of reality. "I don't understand how I am the same person who was rolling and dancing back there. And this car is mine? and I have...parents? Friends? I don't know how that ever happened?"
We were both experience a dramatic softening of our egos, made much more noticeable and prominent by the dramatic shift from rolling to tripping. I had a "GET HEALTHY" trip, and decided to get rid of all my drugs except, of course, for mushrooms. I remembered something someone posted on the shroomery. "I don't do things that make me feel too great, because you always end up wanting more as it wears off," and a quote from Daniel Pinchbeck's book "White man medicine make you feel good first, bad later. Indian medicine make you feel bad first, good later." The mushrooms showed me how my self (who I wasn't connected to at the moment, wasn't ashamed of, proud of, didn't itentify with) had slipped into a state of horrendous stonerdom. I didn't know myself.
The mushroom told me I needed to spend much more time sober, getting to know myself.
Then the sun slowly rose, and we got back in the Volkswagen to drive over stone-bottom streams, the most difficult road that car had ever seen.
This was the best trip I've ever had... most profound, most entertaining, most important...the most amazing visuals I've ever seen.
I don't want the mushroom to get pissed off at me, but I do recommend hippyflipping. If you time it like me and experience the bulk of the trip coming off the roll, you might get a stern talking too like I did. But I fell in love with the mushroom and its ancient purity, and won't be taking E at raves anymore, just a couple times a year with close friends.
MDMA is too crazy, too exhausting to be screwing around with all the time. And mushrooms are too holy to taint with such a radically different drug. They don't get along that great... but the synergy does promote ASTOUNDING visuals.
I'm definitely gonna hippyflip again some day. Maybe the mushroom will kick my ass, but I think it'll understand.
awesome decision to live more healthy