It was a beautiful day and finally, I was off from work the next two days. I hadn't indulged in any chemicals much because of a busy summer. This day was about to get very ugly later on, but I was blissfully ignorant and ready to have fun.
I talk to by two friends D and S and we discuss and debate various plans. We seem to agree with something in the isolated woods, and acid is being leaned towards. D wants to go swimming but S is a little hesitant on mixing natural water with his trip, being slightly nervous sober about what could be lurking underneath. 2 against 1 though, he reluctantly agrees on our final plan: get gear packed for a night of camping, bring it to a semi-isolated swimming hole, then leave whenever to go to an isolated campground, via ATV.
The cid was new in town and we heard it was "very, very strong" from someone who is sensitive to psychedelics so his opinion wasn't completely in tune with ours. Being daring, and having alprazolam on hand we decide to eat 4 each once we arrived at the swimming place, chill an hour and before it got too strong, drive the ATV to the campsite.
We pack lots of cool and essential gear and head to the swimming hole and drop our bluish paper tabs. We take turns swinging into the water on a rope swing, cept for S who just hangs out in the shallow part wading around. Soon three rough looking "redneck" type people vroom up to the place in a big dirty truck. I begin to feel that the cid is definitely swimming in me. They get out and talk loudly. Soon one comes down and yells at us "hey what are you doing here this is our property!" I was pretty sure it was state land but didn't want to take chances, we were leaving soon anyways. I quickly put my pants on which contained my pistol.
"Well sorry, thought we were on state lands," I say, after S and D give me a look like 'say something dude'. "State lands huh?" the one guy says as if he didn't believe me. Great, I thought. Fucking trouble already, what is it with my luck?
We head up to the quad which the truck parked next to. The guys pulled out beer and were chugging it quickly. "Nice quad, can I take a spin?" one asks. "Nah we're leaving now," D blurts out. We get on and started it up just as one mumbles at us "fucking fags".
I was uneasy at this encounter but felt much better as I spun full throttle down the dirt path, kicking dirt and dust on them. Soon D yells something at me. "huh?" and I turn around and see the truck chasing us. I had more feeling of thrill than fear at this point, since just up ahead was a narrow trail. I flew onto it and away we went into the thick blanket of the narrow woods.
A few miles later and the shaded woods are becoming supernova lit. I put shades on and continued on, feeling the cid enter my brain slowly but surely, an hour after ingestion. I falsely assumed the slow onset meant I was safe from an overly intense trip.
Finally we arrive at the small pond and set up camp awkwardly and carefully. I begin to see complex amazing patterns forming nearby. D and S both express feeling it strongly. I saw a goat like symbol appear on the tent and almost thought for a second someone put it on there.
We gather wood and built a small fire as the sun begins to set. The intensity is quickly rising exponentially and I'm forced to sit down. My existence and ego began to slide away gracefully, at first. We sit in silence and stare at our surroundings and fire. Then, we hear quads going very fast. It almost sounded like, three of them. A huge rush of fear hits me. "oh no.." D says with protruding saucer sized pupils. We breathe out in relief as they pass, probably unaware of this isolated trail and pond.
I was in a state of balance and confusion, content and anxiety; dual feelings were manifesting strangely, when S began chanting loudly. D and I stare over at him as he waves his arms up and down. D looks nervous at me but I smile, genuinely finding some humor in it, but almost not recognizing who these fellow campers were. I began to drift off, for some unknown time, probably very close to peaking, when my arm feels like it is being stabbed after a few odd noises. S is kicking the fire yelling chants, something like "Ow cha WA!" and on the "wa", kicking the fire base. D jumps back a few feet and I look down at the hot coal on my arm. I brush it off and stumble to the pond to wash it off.
"S, stop it man, you're fucking up our time" I manage to spit out, although my verbal abilities were way off and it probably didn't sound like this. He looked at me and kicked it again. "Ow cha WAAAAA!" he screams. Then, I snap. Fuck everything, why the fuck do bad things keep happening to me? There is some cosmic force against me or a string of nasty coincidences; either way I had enough, I thought.
I feel a dissociated rush and lose my identity and knowledge of who I was with. All I know is, this entity is pissing me off and I've had enough. He became my scapegoat as to all the shitty things that have happened to me. I rush at him and push him to the ground with two open palms to the chest. I pick up a handful of dirt/rocks and throw it at him. He stares up at me on his back with a look of pure evil, but it could have been fear. I almost stopped there but the stabbing in my arm switched another rage flow. I felt as if I was a supercomputer, a God almost. The headspace I had was like none other. I was connected to everything at once yet this feeling of enhanecd rage was so focused and so sane, it was insane. See, can't explain. I kick him in the ankle just as D rushes me and puts his hands out, separating S and I.
I trip and fall onto the ground, and my godlike feeling of power turns to trapness and hopelessness, utter dread and depression. I yell out a few random string of words and crawl over to the tent and inside.
Some time passes as I enter complex, unexplainable worlds and states of mind, states of multiple minds, states of intense confusion. "what have I done to myself" I think, but not with words.
I have some memory loss of the following but I was told I came out of the tent standing upright with a blank look of calm on my face, turned and looked at D and S, and walked right into the pond, slowly, step by step. D yelled for me to get out, because of the broken bottles in there, but too late. I step on one and it crunches with a dull thud. I don't remember running out screaming and spitting. I ran over to the fire and stuck my bleeding foot into the flames, maybe to sterilize it. Luckily it didn't burn. I fell down pouting. D wrapped a sock around it. Told me to relax and he'll take care of me. S comes over, limping but I didn't know. I didn't know anything but I knew everything it felt like, but only present time. I had no knowledge of the past, which paradoxically led me to have no knowledge of the present, but it seemed like I knew everything there was to know.
***
As we sober up the sun rises. The pain in my foot was pure hell to live with, and it slowed time down considerably. D and S packed up and we left quickly. I drove, barely feeling the cid but still feeling out of it mentally, mostly confused. Long story short I went to the doctor, got treated, went to bed for a day. Woke up and went to work feeling strange still.
I apologized to S and he accepted with no problem since there was luckily no lasting injury. He remembers chanting, believing he was in direct contact with some supernatural being. D had a very introspective journey after his initial peak, where he had some out of body travel.
Overall, bad time, environmentally triggered. And from past emotions and experiences. I do write about my most eventful trips and leave out the good, although mostly uneventful trips here on BL. So its not all bad really, but still, at times I feel like I have bad luck with things. I'm not ready for a break, but the next trip I have will be lower dosage and for personal introspection, alone.
I talk to by two friends D and S and we discuss and debate various plans. We seem to agree with something in the isolated woods, and acid is being leaned towards. D wants to go swimming but S is a little hesitant on mixing natural water with his trip, being slightly nervous sober about what could be lurking underneath. 2 against 1 though, he reluctantly agrees on our final plan: get gear packed for a night of camping, bring it to a semi-isolated swimming hole, then leave whenever to go to an isolated campground, via ATV.
The cid was new in town and we heard it was "very, very strong" from someone who is sensitive to psychedelics so his opinion wasn't completely in tune with ours. Being daring, and having alprazolam on hand we decide to eat 4 each once we arrived at the swimming place, chill an hour and before it got too strong, drive the ATV to the campsite.
We pack lots of cool and essential gear and head to the swimming hole and drop our bluish paper tabs. We take turns swinging into the water on a rope swing, cept for S who just hangs out in the shallow part wading around. Soon three rough looking "redneck" type people vroom up to the place in a big dirty truck. I begin to feel that the cid is definitely swimming in me. They get out and talk loudly. Soon one comes down and yells at us "hey what are you doing here this is our property!" I was pretty sure it was state land but didn't want to take chances, we were leaving soon anyways. I quickly put my pants on which contained my pistol.
"Well sorry, thought we were on state lands," I say, after S and D give me a look like 'say something dude'. "State lands huh?" the one guy says as if he didn't believe me. Great, I thought. Fucking trouble already, what is it with my luck?
We head up to the quad which the truck parked next to. The guys pulled out beer and were chugging it quickly. "Nice quad, can I take a spin?" one asks. "Nah we're leaving now," D blurts out. We get on and started it up just as one mumbles at us "fucking fags".
I was uneasy at this encounter but felt much better as I spun full throttle down the dirt path, kicking dirt and dust on them. Soon D yells something at me. "huh?" and I turn around and see the truck chasing us. I had more feeling of thrill than fear at this point, since just up ahead was a narrow trail. I flew onto it and away we went into the thick blanket of the narrow woods.
A few miles later and the shaded woods are becoming supernova lit. I put shades on and continued on, feeling the cid enter my brain slowly but surely, an hour after ingestion. I falsely assumed the slow onset meant I was safe from an overly intense trip.
Finally we arrive at the small pond and set up camp awkwardly and carefully. I begin to see complex amazing patterns forming nearby. D and S both express feeling it strongly. I saw a goat like symbol appear on the tent and almost thought for a second someone put it on there.
We gather wood and built a small fire as the sun begins to set. The intensity is quickly rising exponentially and I'm forced to sit down. My existence and ego began to slide away gracefully, at first. We sit in silence and stare at our surroundings and fire. Then, we hear quads going very fast. It almost sounded like, three of them. A huge rush of fear hits me. "oh no.." D says with protruding saucer sized pupils. We breathe out in relief as they pass, probably unaware of this isolated trail and pond.
I was in a state of balance and confusion, content and anxiety; dual feelings were manifesting strangely, when S began chanting loudly. D and I stare over at him as he waves his arms up and down. D looks nervous at me but I smile, genuinely finding some humor in it, but almost not recognizing who these fellow campers were. I began to drift off, for some unknown time, probably very close to peaking, when my arm feels like it is being stabbed after a few odd noises. S is kicking the fire yelling chants, something like "Ow cha WA!" and on the "wa", kicking the fire base. D jumps back a few feet and I look down at the hot coal on my arm. I brush it off and stumble to the pond to wash it off.
"S, stop it man, you're fucking up our time" I manage to spit out, although my verbal abilities were way off and it probably didn't sound like this. He looked at me and kicked it again. "Ow cha WAAAAA!" he screams. Then, I snap. Fuck everything, why the fuck do bad things keep happening to me? There is some cosmic force against me or a string of nasty coincidences; either way I had enough, I thought.
I feel a dissociated rush and lose my identity and knowledge of who I was with. All I know is, this entity is pissing me off and I've had enough. He became my scapegoat as to all the shitty things that have happened to me. I rush at him and push him to the ground with two open palms to the chest. I pick up a handful of dirt/rocks and throw it at him. He stares up at me on his back with a look of pure evil, but it could have been fear. I almost stopped there but the stabbing in my arm switched another rage flow. I felt as if I was a supercomputer, a God almost. The headspace I had was like none other. I was connected to everything at once yet this feeling of enhanecd rage was so focused and so sane, it was insane. See, can't explain. I kick him in the ankle just as D rushes me and puts his hands out, separating S and I.
I trip and fall onto the ground, and my godlike feeling of power turns to trapness and hopelessness, utter dread and depression. I yell out a few random string of words and crawl over to the tent and inside.
Some time passes as I enter complex, unexplainable worlds and states of mind, states of multiple minds, states of intense confusion. "what have I done to myself" I think, but not with words.
I have some memory loss of the following but I was told I came out of the tent standing upright with a blank look of calm on my face, turned and looked at D and S, and walked right into the pond, slowly, step by step. D yelled for me to get out, because of the broken bottles in there, but too late. I step on one and it crunches with a dull thud. I don't remember running out screaming and spitting. I ran over to the fire and stuck my bleeding foot into the flames, maybe to sterilize it. Luckily it didn't burn. I fell down pouting. D wrapped a sock around it. Told me to relax and he'll take care of me. S comes over, limping but I didn't know. I didn't know anything but I knew everything it felt like, but only present time. I had no knowledge of the past, which paradoxically led me to have no knowledge of the present, but it seemed like I knew everything there was to know.
***
As we sober up the sun rises. The pain in my foot was pure hell to live with, and it slowed time down considerably. D and S packed up and we left quickly. I drove, barely feeling the cid but still feeling out of it mentally, mostly confused. Long story short I went to the doctor, got treated, went to bed for a day. Woke up and went to work feeling strange still.
I apologized to S and he accepted with no problem since there was luckily no lasting injury. He remembers chanting, believing he was in direct contact with some supernatural being. D had a very introspective journey after his initial peak, where he had some out of body travel.
Overall, bad time, environmentally triggered. And from past emotions and experiences. I do write about my most eventful trips and leave out the good, although mostly uneventful trips here on BL. So its not all bad really, but still, at times I feel like I have bad luck with things. I'm not ready for a break, but the next trip I have will be lower dosage and for personal introspection, alone.
