I'm tryna get my head around more psychedelics this year, and I have a question about a feeling I get during trips.
Last time I tripped (Psilocybin Mushrooms, somewhere between +2 and +3, on the +2 side, on the Shulgin scale) I had a trip I wouldn't necessarily describe as bad, but it definitely could have been thousands of times better. It didn't help that I majorly fucked up on my setting for the trip, and that my friend was having a bad trip at the same time.
Ever since then, I've been pondering WHAT made my trip bad. Beside obvious things like set and setting, I felt like there was some sort of "barrier" in my mind. Like I just wasn't getting the amazed trippin' feeling, and more of a "wow that's cool... but I don't care" feeling, if that makes any sense.
At one point during the trip, it occured to me that I might have to wake up early in the morning (false). This was on the come-up, and I began trying to set an alarm on my phone. As the trip got more intense, and I was less and less able to do this, I began chanting "7" (the time I thought I had to wake up), quietly, over and over. Soon, it became almost amusing to me that I was doing this, but I had no idea why I was doing it. Some sort of bizarre comfort came from it, but it was the kind of comfort that was temporary and not at all complete. In short, I felt like I was clinging to something that I didn't want to let go, something that was being slowly pulled from my grasp, for fear of losing it forever.
Like I said, the trip wasn't horrible, not even bad. I definitely had a learning experience, if not a "glowing" or "mystical" one, as Erowid might describe a better trip.
As you can imagine, this strange numerical chant has stuck in my mind since the trip, and has always kind of bothered me/made me wonder if something similar would happen next time I tripped.
But.
Recently, I had a BRAINBLAST
. I think that what I was holding onto was reality/my consciousness. Chanting that very rational number, 7, over and over again, was a way of reaffirming my belief that this life does indeed exist, etc. etc.
Its interesting, because I have always read up about "going where the trip takes you" and "becoming immersed" and other such mantras of the successful tripping world. These mantras in no way prepared me for when the time actually came that I would have to let go, to go where the trip would take me. That there can actually be a specific moment at which I say, "it's time, lets do this, bye bye reality" was a huge revelation to me. Even more ridiculous, there was a guy that was telling me to do this THE ENTIRE NIGHT, and I always listened to him, but never understood I had to just drop the walls that contained my mind and let it all out.
Of course, next time, I'll definitely have better set and setting, and I'll definitely do all I can to prevent the possibility of anyone having a bad trip (there were actually specific circumstances that brought bad-tripping hell upon my friend). But I'd also like to think that this "revelation" I've had could influence my next trip for the better.
Anyway, that's my story and my idea. Try to understand that I'm not experienced in any way, that I might have just understood the most basic concept/tool in the use of psychedelic drugs.
Or, tell me I'm full of shit. (But only if you know I am, please 8) )
PS: Sorry for the long read.
Last time I tripped (Psilocybin Mushrooms, somewhere between +2 and +3, on the +2 side, on the Shulgin scale) I had a trip I wouldn't necessarily describe as bad, but it definitely could have been thousands of times better. It didn't help that I majorly fucked up on my setting for the trip, and that my friend was having a bad trip at the same time.
Ever since then, I've been pondering WHAT made my trip bad. Beside obvious things like set and setting, I felt like there was some sort of "barrier" in my mind. Like I just wasn't getting the amazed trippin' feeling, and more of a "wow that's cool... but I don't care" feeling, if that makes any sense.
At one point during the trip, it occured to me that I might have to wake up early in the morning (false). This was on the come-up, and I began trying to set an alarm on my phone. As the trip got more intense, and I was less and less able to do this, I began chanting "7" (the time I thought I had to wake up), quietly, over and over. Soon, it became almost amusing to me that I was doing this, but I had no idea why I was doing it. Some sort of bizarre comfort came from it, but it was the kind of comfort that was temporary and not at all complete. In short, I felt like I was clinging to something that I didn't want to let go, something that was being slowly pulled from my grasp, for fear of losing it forever.
Like I said, the trip wasn't horrible, not even bad. I definitely had a learning experience, if not a "glowing" or "mystical" one, as Erowid might describe a better trip.
As you can imagine, this strange numerical chant has stuck in my mind since the trip, and has always kind of bothered me/made me wonder if something similar would happen next time I tripped.
But.
Recently, I had a BRAINBLAST

Its interesting, because I have always read up about "going where the trip takes you" and "becoming immersed" and other such mantras of the successful tripping world. These mantras in no way prepared me for when the time actually came that I would have to let go, to go where the trip would take me. That there can actually be a specific moment at which I say, "it's time, lets do this, bye bye reality" was a huge revelation to me. Even more ridiculous, there was a guy that was telling me to do this THE ENTIRE NIGHT, and I always listened to him, but never understood I had to just drop the walls that contained my mind and let it all out.
Of course, next time, I'll definitely have better set and setting, and I'll definitely do all I can to prevent the possibility of anyone having a bad trip (there were actually specific circumstances that brought bad-tripping hell upon my friend). But I'd also like to think that this "revelation" I've had could influence my next trip for the better.
Anyway, that's my story and my idea. Try to understand that I'm not experienced in any way, that I might have just understood the most basic concept/tool in the use of psychedelic drugs.
Or, tell me I'm full of shit. (But only if you know I am, please 8) )
PS: Sorry for the long read.