LSD- 1 dose, Mushrooms- ??g, cannabis - Friday's Hippy Flip
Before this whole little journey begins, I must tell you about the great fortune I'd had earlier in the week. On wednesday afternoon, while rooting around in my drug box for something to get high on, I noticed a nasty looking resin rock sitting on the bottom of the box. I frowned, and brushed it aside- to reveal a nice, shiny hit of blotter paper! Elated, I stuck the hit of acid in some tin foil, and reasoned that there'd be no better time to eat it than Friday night, during the Sound Tribe concert. (These guys kick ass). This made my whole week. I had no idea about that hit of potent paper in my box. I think I might've left it down there one day in one of those moments of profound foresight... "I know I'll forget about this little tab, and when I find it in the future, I'll smile" sort of thing. And found it I did. And smile, I did.
Friday rolls around, and I couldn't be in a better mood. I'd been getting dope grades in school all week, and I was riding an extremely positive emotional wave. Not to mention, I'd be topping it off with a sound tribe concert later that night. After school, I go get my box of goodies, grab my hit of acid, and head to my friend J's place. For some reason, the weed was scarce that night. I call probably like 10 different people, none of whom had weed, until at last my friend M informed me that he could hook me up. I thought I'd better snatch this oppurtunity, as I was desperate for more smoke, as was my friend J. I had no idea what the quality would be like, nor did I care. M said it would be good, and I told this to J, after which we agreed to go in on an eighth together. I go and pick it up, and I'm satisfied with the quality... not the dankest shit on the block, but definitely good enough. When I get back to J's place (must have been 5:00 or 6:00), and show him the weed, he proceeds to bitch me out for 45 minutes about how this shit "wasn't as good as the shit i had last week man," bla bla bla, "what the fuck is this shit man?! this is bullshit!!". I just laughed and was like 'whatever, that's the way it is, be happy and stop bitching, let's not get the night off on a negative note...." But he keeps on bitching, even calls the dealer to bitch him out, and at this point i was like "fuck it...." and i left to chill at my friend mouse's place. It's around 8:00 at the time i leave J's place. I started eating that hit of acid while he screamed till he was red in the face at me, complaining about the weed. I got a kick out of it.
Mouse and i chill till about 9 or 930, at which point i hop in my car by myself to head up to the city. (Not a smart idea... shouldn't drive on psychedelics, I know). mouse didn't have a ticket, so he wouldn't be going. Anyway, by the time i get up to the city, i'm pleasently buzzed. I timed it perfectly so that i wouldn't start peaking until sound tribe came on. I walked into the venue and heard Dubconscious open up. For those who don't know them, they're a really chilled out dub/jamband with some serious rasta vibes, and man i was diggin it. I had that electrical pulse sensation, like sparks of energy running up and down my spine and my legs. I was starting to peak, feeling great. I struck up a conversation with a pretty cool dude, and eventually he mentioned to me " My friend will be in some mushroom capsules a lil bit later in the show. You're cool man, I'll hook you up with 2 for free. I'll find you." Awesome, I thought.
10:30 rolls around, and sound tribe comes on. By this time, I'd already gone out to my car and gotten high, so I was feeling great. The acid was pleasently manageable. I saw some fractal geometries unfold on the wall behind the bandmembers, and the laser light show intensified everything. I remember I could just feel the music, I think sound tribe is specifically geared towards trippers. I felt like every pore on my body was exhuding energy. My friend J and a few others roll into the venue, and by this time we've all forgotten the day's past transgressions. We're all pleasently stoned and twacked, on various chems, I can't speak for the others. At around 11:00, the guy I'd spoken to earlier finds me, and discretely slips two of these capsules into my hand. I'm fully peaking at this point, so I decide, what the hell, and I quaff one pill. I wait about 20 minutes, then quaff the other.
For the next couple of hours, I was dancing so much that I really didn't realize just how fucked up I was getting. I was plugged into the vibe there, and I didn't have enough time or energy to get all introspective and analytical about my state of mind. The acid and mushrooms have this tremendous synergy, it was like they were meant to be taken together. The floor felt extremely pliable, like every time I put my foot down the floor would react in kind, facillitating my ease of movement. I was liquid dancing during most of the show, and I remember I had extreme tactile control of my hands and feet. I knew exactly what move to do at exactly the right time, EVERY time. It was like having the ultimate control over my body movements... it was my mind moving my hands, not my muscles. I remember looking down at the floor and seeing transparent cogs turning against eachother, working some unseen machine. The bandmembers' heads would expand and shrink slightly, and I could practically see the grooves they were cuttin' in thin air. I buy a couple rolls at about midnight, and sell both of them to my buddies. I get high again in my car. It's towards the end of the show now... about 1:00.
After getting toasted in my car the second time, I walk back into the venue to enjoy the last of the concert. Had a great time... my visuals were slowly and steadily increasing. After the show, I chilled in front of the vevue with some friends for a little while, then decided to go home before it wouldn't be posssible to drive. I leave the venue at around 2:15 or so.
On the drive home, the full magnitude of the trip I'd been on for the last 4 or 5 hours fully hit me. I didn't realize it until right THEN, as I was hopping onto the interstate. (Note: This is extremely irresponsible on my part, I didn't think my whole plan through... it was a great risk to take, and I put everyone else on the road that night in danger. I'm sorry, Jesus.) The highway began to unfold in front of me like a red carpet. I couldn't really see that far down the road, it was all obscured by blackness and hallucinations. I had about 75 yards of visible driving space. On the sides of the road, I saw two-dimensional 'ink prints' i want to say of these cheesy looking robots. They were lining both sides of the road.. the images were inlaid onto the asphault. Basically, they appeared to be obvious profiles of that stereotypical 50's sci-fi robot. I remember I was listening to some railroad earth, with my face right next to the steering wheel, being a paranoid bastard. I was thinking "Ooooh, I've fucked up now, and right before I go to college... there's no WAY I'm getting home safely...please dont fuck up, please don't fuck up...." My dashboard was sparkling as if there were millions of diamonds embedded in the plastic. The instruments on the dash all seemed like alien light fixtures to me, and I couldn't really figure them out. Somehow, I was able to get home safely that night. The route was programmed into my long term memory, and since most psychedelic experiences draw heavily upon the faculty of memory, I was able to "subconsciously" get myself home. When I got into my room, things started to get really fucked up.
You know that old beasty boys song, from back in the mid-90's, called "Intergalactic"? In the beggining of the song, the robot says "Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic" and just repeats that over and over again. I was hearing that in my mind. The audio hallucinations surprised me... I usually don't hear actually singing or voices, only ambient distortion. Anyways, I was hearing this weird robot guy go "intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic" for the next 2 or 3 hours. I smoked some dope in front of my computer, and stared at my ceiling. I noticed a green faceted emerald predominating the center of my vision. Within the jewel, I could faintly see a wave crashing onto a shore, like a big wave, the Hawaiian pipeline or something. Suddenly, from all 4 corners of the jewel sprouted a fractal hallucination of every suit in a deck of cards. The spades were top left, top right was hearts, bottom left was diamonds, bottom right was clubs. They fractalized out, spinning around in loops (all in sequential order, mind you- aces through kings) until they took up my entire ceiling. This was after I turned the light out. I looked on the wall next to my bed, and I saw this weird looking face peering out at me. It was like a face pushing itself through plastic wrap or cellophane, and trying to scream or breathe. At this point, I was getting sort of tired of everything, and felt like sleeping. I tried to put my hed on the pillow, but suddenly I had a CEV of a big red circle with a line through it over a bed- like the no smoking sign, only it meant "no sleeping." "Oh," I thought... "the mushrooms want me to stay up and experience them." So, I stayed up until everything subsided, probably an hour and a half later. By about 4 or 5, I was able to sleep.
What shocked me most about this trip was it's duration, and the potency it still had even at a later time. I knew this was due to eating those mushroom capsules, but I'd only eaten two. I attributed the glory of the psychedelic journey to the synergy between acid and mushrooms. They potentiate eachother to an amazing degree, and allow you to delve even further into the psychedelic mindstate. It truly is a whole new level. I don't know how it took me so long to try this potent combo... but I've officially hippy-flipped now, and it was one hell of a trip.
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Before this whole little journey begins, I must tell you about the great fortune I'd had earlier in the week. On wednesday afternoon, while rooting around in my drug box for something to get high on, I noticed a nasty looking resin rock sitting on the bottom of the box. I frowned, and brushed it aside- to reveal a nice, shiny hit of blotter paper! Elated, I stuck the hit of acid in some tin foil, and reasoned that there'd be no better time to eat it than Friday night, during the Sound Tribe concert. (These guys kick ass). This made my whole week. I had no idea about that hit of potent paper in my box. I think I might've left it down there one day in one of those moments of profound foresight... "I know I'll forget about this little tab, and when I find it in the future, I'll smile" sort of thing. And found it I did. And smile, I did.
Friday rolls around, and I couldn't be in a better mood. I'd been getting dope grades in school all week, and I was riding an extremely positive emotional wave. Not to mention, I'd be topping it off with a sound tribe concert later that night. After school, I go get my box of goodies, grab my hit of acid, and head to my friend J's place. For some reason, the weed was scarce that night. I call probably like 10 different people, none of whom had weed, until at last my friend M informed me that he could hook me up. I thought I'd better snatch this oppurtunity, as I was desperate for more smoke, as was my friend J. I had no idea what the quality would be like, nor did I care. M said it would be good, and I told this to J, after which we agreed to go in on an eighth together. I go and pick it up, and I'm satisfied with the quality... not the dankest shit on the block, but definitely good enough. When I get back to J's place (must have been 5:00 or 6:00), and show him the weed, he proceeds to bitch me out for 45 minutes about how this shit "wasn't as good as the shit i had last week man," bla bla bla, "what the fuck is this shit man?! this is bullshit!!". I just laughed and was like 'whatever, that's the way it is, be happy and stop bitching, let's not get the night off on a negative note...." But he keeps on bitching, even calls the dealer to bitch him out, and at this point i was like "fuck it...." and i left to chill at my friend mouse's place. It's around 8:00 at the time i leave J's place. I started eating that hit of acid while he screamed till he was red in the face at me, complaining about the weed. I got a kick out of it.
Mouse and i chill till about 9 or 930, at which point i hop in my car by myself to head up to the city. (Not a smart idea... shouldn't drive on psychedelics, I know). mouse didn't have a ticket, so he wouldn't be going. Anyway, by the time i get up to the city, i'm pleasently buzzed. I timed it perfectly so that i wouldn't start peaking until sound tribe came on. I walked into the venue and heard Dubconscious open up. For those who don't know them, they're a really chilled out dub/jamband with some serious rasta vibes, and man i was diggin it. I had that electrical pulse sensation, like sparks of energy running up and down my spine and my legs. I was starting to peak, feeling great. I struck up a conversation with a pretty cool dude, and eventually he mentioned to me " My friend will be in some mushroom capsules a lil bit later in the show. You're cool man, I'll hook you up with 2 for free. I'll find you." Awesome, I thought.
10:30 rolls around, and sound tribe comes on. By this time, I'd already gone out to my car and gotten high, so I was feeling great. The acid was pleasently manageable. I saw some fractal geometries unfold on the wall behind the bandmembers, and the laser light show intensified everything. I remember I could just feel the music, I think sound tribe is specifically geared towards trippers. I felt like every pore on my body was exhuding energy. My friend J and a few others roll into the venue, and by this time we've all forgotten the day's past transgressions. We're all pleasently stoned and twacked, on various chems, I can't speak for the others. At around 11:00, the guy I'd spoken to earlier finds me, and discretely slips two of these capsules into my hand. I'm fully peaking at this point, so I decide, what the hell, and I quaff one pill. I wait about 20 minutes, then quaff the other.
For the next couple of hours, I was dancing so much that I really didn't realize just how fucked up I was getting. I was plugged into the vibe there, and I didn't have enough time or energy to get all introspective and analytical about my state of mind. The acid and mushrooms have this tremendous synergy, it was like they were meant to be taken together. The floor felt extremely pliable, like every time I put my foot down the floor would react in kind, facillitating my ease of movement. I was liquid dancing during most of the show, and I remember I had extreme tactile control of my hands and feet. I knew exactly what move to do at exactly the right time, EVERY time. It was like having the ultimate control over my body movements... it was my mind moving my hands, not my muscles. I remember looking down at the floor and seeing transparent cogs turning against eachother, working some unseen machine. The bandmembers' heads would expand and shrink slightly, and I could practically see the grooves they were cuttin' in thin air. I buy a couple rolls at about midnight, and sell both of them to my buddies. I get high again in my car. It's towards the end of the show now... about 1:00.
After getting toasted in my car the second time, I walk back into the venue to enjoy the last of the concert. Had a great time... my visuals were slowly and steadily increasing. After the show, I chilled in front of the vevue with some friends for a little while, then decided to go home before it wouldn't be posssible to drive. I leave the venue at around 2:15 or so.
On the drive home, the full magnitude of the trip I'd been on for the last 4 or 5 hours fully hit me. I didn't realize it until right THEN, as I was hopping onto the interstate. (Note: This is extremely irresponsible on my part, I didn't think my whole plan through... it was a great risk to take, and I put everyone else on the road that night in danger. I'm sorry, Jesus.) The highway began to unfold in front of me like a red carpet. I couldn't really see that far down the road, it was all obscured by blackness and hallucinations. I had about 75 yards of visible driving space. On the sides of the road, I saw two-dimensional 'ink prints' i want to say of these cheesy looking robots. They were lining both sides of the road.. the images were inlaid onto the asphault. Basically, they appeared to be obvious profiles of that stereotypical 50's sci-fi robot. I remember I was listening to some railroad earth, with my face right next to the steering wheel, being a paranoid bastard. I was thinking "Ooooh, I've fucked up now, and right before I go to college... there's no WAY I'm getting home safely...please dont fuck up, please don't fuck up...." My dashboard was sparkling as if there were millions of diamonds embedded in the plastic. The instruments on the dash all seemed like alien light fixtures to me, and I couldn't really figure them out. Somehow, I was able to get home safely that night. The route was programmed into my long term memory, and since most psychedelic experiences draw heavily upon the faculty of memory, I was able to "subconsciously" get myself home. When I got into my room, things started to get really fucked up.
You know that old beasty boys song, from back in the mid-90's, called "Intergalactic"? In the beggining of the song, the robot says "Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic" and just repeats that over and over again. I was hearing that in my mind. The audio hallucinations surprised me... I usually don't hear actually singing or voices, only ambient distortion. Anyways, I was hearing this weird robot guy go "intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic" for the next 2 or 3 hours. I smoked some dope in front of my computer, and stared at my ceiling. I noticed a green faceted emerald predominating the center of my vision. Within the jewel, I could faintly see a wave crashing onto a shore, like a big wave, the Hawaiian pipeline or something. Suddenly, from all 4 corners of the jewel sprouted a fractal hallucination of every suit in a deck of cards. The spades were top left, top right was hearts, bottom left was diamonds, bottom right was clubs. They fractalized out, spinning around in loops (all in sequential order, mind you- aces through kings) until they took up my entire ceiling. This was after I turned the light out. I looked on the wall next to my bed, and I saw this weird looking face peering out at me. It was like a face pushing itself through plastic wrap or cellophane, and trying to scream or breathe. At this point, I was getting sort of tired of everything, and felt like sleeping. I tried to put my hed on the pillow, but suddenly I had a CEV of a big red circle with a line through it over a bed- like the no smoking sign, only it meant "no sleeping." "Oh," I thought... "the mushrooms want me to stay up and experience them." So, I stayed up until everything subsided, probably an hour and a half later. By about 4 or 5, I was able to sleep.
What shocked me most about this trip was it's duration, and the potency it still had even at a later time. I knew this was due to eating those mushroom capsules, but I'd only eaten two. I attributed the glory of the psychedelic journey to the synergy between acid and mushrooms. They potentiate eachother to an amazing degree, and allow you to delve even further into the psychedelic mindstate. It truly is a whole new level. I don't know how it took me so long to try this potent combo... but I've officially hippy-flipped now, and it was one hell of a trip.
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