freespiritmind
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Yesterday was a beautiful day, and even the day prior I was aware of what I needed to do. The fact that I had planned on going to Burning Man but would not make it this year simply solidified this. I got up early, made some mate, had some fruit and smoked some pot before hopping in the car and heading out. After half an hour of driving I got to the spot, parked the car, and threw on my backpack. I tossed 2 hits of needlepoint raw grain paper under my tounge and started walking.
As the hits slowly came on the sun shown brightly and gave everything an almost heavenly shimmer. It was hot out, and late morning, but it wasn't going to get as hot as it had earlier in the summer. Two mountain bikers began passing me at this point, and we would continue a series of leap-frog encounters until I neared the peak of the trip and they turned around. This was a huge relief as I didn't really want to deal with anyone as I was peaking.
My hike consisted of a trail going up through a canyon or gulch through a riverbed that was mostly dry at this time of year. About an hour into it I was given the thought "Acid : dayhikes :: peas : pod" which was hilarious and I sat down on the side of the trail and did some yoga as my head started to feel light.
Up until I had done this yoga my pace had been a mixture of consciously slowly myself down and moments of power-walking when I forgot. After this it would be just the slow walking. I whipped out my pipe and smoked a bowl during which point the visual hallucinations began. Each point on a pine tree where they make the cone looked almost like an eye or whatnot, and each tree took on an almost alien-like appearance. I thought about something I had read where someone stated that everything is just part of a larger fractal pattern and a huge grin came over my face as I saw how well trees and the grasses around me fit into this idea.
Anyway, I wasn't where I was trying to get to yet, and I stood back up and got on my way. The trail slowly heads uphill until its end, which is around 4-5 miles long. Around me were large rocks covered in what seemed like thousands of different kinds of mosses, lichen and fungi. Furry abstract art was what it appeared like. The proportions of these rocks made them seem gigantic...how insignificant we are.
As the peak came on I was walking near the edge of a ridge and the sun hit me just right. How wonderful!!! How blessed I am!!! The Sunshine Daydream segment of the Grateful Dead's "Sugar Magnolia" broke out in my head and I was spinning around and hopping up and down while throwing my arms to the sky. I even taught myself how to do a cartwheel just because I was so excited. I was walking along at almost a prance, letting my hands touch the tips of the grass. Sun shimmering and shining over everything. "This is the best day ever!"
(tangent - For most of the trip "Jack-A-Roe" and "Dire Wolf" played from the Lonesome Prison Blues Jerry Garcia & John Kahn recording which gave the trip an interesting edge. All acoustic, they are beautiful and truly heartfelt renditions of songs. Almost the entire time i heard "Jack-A-Roe" I longed for a lover...which made for some tough moments laying in the grass or on top of some humongous boulders, but later led to resolution when I realized this was closer than I thought and that it would happen soon, for that is the way nature works.)
I've tripped a lot outdoors, but for some reason had never thought to do so in a fairly lush and wild environment. Why is a question repeatedly asked throughout the day. Having SO much sensory stimulation was wonderful...everything was simply its own representation of life and its processes. I am a child of this earth...so are you...so is everything. Lately I've realized we are all interconnected and part of the same thing. Spiritually this has been a great help.
One really interesting thing with LSD is that if you are using quality substance, much like DMT, you feel entirely sober. You know you aren't...but it isn't that obvious minus all the crazy thoughts/hallucinations. The headspace just gets bigger and more spacious. You become a part of the larger whole around you. Sometimes you fully dissolve into it...
There was a gigantic tree with roots so massive they must have had a radius of at least 20 feet and only partially were underground. As I stared at it I also saw a stump that had what appeared to at one time to have been large roots which were covered almost entirely by moss. One tree showed just how wonderful your life could be, your roots running deep, and the other showed that even after life, you are still a part of everything.
(tangent - earlier in the summer I had stupidly taken around 10-12 hits of powerful fluff but decided to eat some xanax 45 minutes in. Why I decided to eat these and then didn't even attempt to round up things I would need, etc. is beyond me...now I wish I could go back...actually the second I did it I wished I could go back... This led to some serious trauma that I am still working through. I would warn ANYONE to just ride a trip out...I didn't understand exactly how the xanax abort thing worked...but it leaves a lot of loose ends up in space. Yesterday I felt like I was slowly picking up all of the scattered pieces of myself (a long process which will take much time) that never got the chance to return to their owner.)
Around this time it started raining (4 hours after ingestion) and I attempted to find some warmer clothes in my backpack, but realized I forgot to pack them. Nonetheless, the rain didn't stay long and then the sun was back out (and how marvelous it was!!!) The power of the imagination is beyond belief. This is especially apparent on LSD...you go anywhere and everywhere.
I smoked a bowl and suddenly had the realization that the prior evening I had an amazingly intense dream where two individuals whom I met earlier in the summer were sitting around a campfire with me discussing life and sharing laughs/stories. For some reason I wondered if this was an example of astral projection or meeting in dreams...and then thought maybe if this kind of thing does happen, that it would happen in such a way that you realized it at a later point in time. An immense wave of comfort shot over me...for some reason this brought me some closure.
Whenever I would stop somewhere I would usually smoke and do some meditation, stretching and some laying. Most of the peak was spent lying down, though some of it was spent moving from place to place. Every angle had a different view, some of them drastically different than others. Lots of morphing of trees and the clouds. One of these times I was just zoning out, watching tracers follow EVERY flying insect and rainbows caressed EVERY object when suddenly 20 ants crawling out of the ground were noticed and I had a good laugh. They seemed to appear out of thin air, all at the same time, and it reminded me of those DMT entities (recently I had an insectoid-type experience on it) doing that. Only these were 'real.' How peculiar these animals were...and I wondered if maybe those DMT insects weren't so evil after all...maybe they were just insect-like and that is what scares some.
"LSD is the color of sunshine!!!" I thought prancing around a marsh. There was a dead tree and I inspected it. Parts of the bark seemed fractal-like and I noticed how similar it was to human bones. Hmmmm. Ants were farming aphids just next to that...and the clouds were constantly moving in different directions. One could look inward, outward, for small or large...there is simply too much to see! A reoccurring vision of energy pulsing through the canyons surrounding the area appeared in my head, each like a small wave of water, though at the time it was magic to me. If you want to experience real magic, take a psychedelic in nature. Maybe you just have the wrong idea of what magic really is...
I found a very magical spot with many toadstools and mushrooms laying around so I sat there. One theme of this trip is that I would find magical places, or possibly teaching places, and would go there to learn a lesson. I now understand why mushroom spots and marshes are some portrayed as magical in folklore. This particular spot reminded me of the ground in southern Chile...wet, and marshy...with the same soft, almost pistil-from-cannabis look. I realized just how alive this area was...wonderful blue birds flying around...woodpeckers looking for food...insects pollinating and hunting...chipmunks squeaking and knocking down branches. Frogs hopping about....this was but a taste of it all. One type of tree in particular really caught my attention...after laying under it I realized it was the type of tree which had led me to see a temple made out of its leaves when staring at the sky from under it the Summer prior. Immediately I thought of the friends I was with that day...the telepathy we shared...and I thought about how mean I had been to them. Not intentionally, but through not giving them enough love...now my thoughts flashed back through every person I had done this to...and I vowed not to do it again.
A tree beckoned me, it's bark washing up and down itself with the current on it. I looked closely at a yellow spot that appeared to talk to me, and noticed sap pouring out. After 'talking' to the tree some, it told me to try the sap, but as I did so it became hard. I realized that was how this spot was made...I was being shown yet another life process...how blessed I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'You know you're a part of this" I thought I heard it all say...."thanks" I whispered...and threw my hands up in reverence.
A little later there was a plant spotted that was green, gold, orange, red, purple and every color in between. "Oh wow! It's Autumn," I thought. And then I thought about how another Summer had passed. Summer is a really spiritual time...I thought about how I was coming down from the acid, and thought about how it lasted just about an entire Summer day. Hmmmm! I wonder? I thought about how Autumn was coming, how the days were getting shorter...I imagined and saw the entire landscape around me covered in snow. Sunlight shining through the treetops...snow thick and heavy on the branches.
I thought about all that had happened over the Summer...how for most of it, minus a few moments, it was on autopilot until the last bit. I need to live my life more from the front seat...and if I am going to attempt another high-dose trip (which I believe does need to happen, now that the wheel is turning), I need to have been really conscious for a while. It was bittersweet, but knowing that at least I KNEW, then, was a comfort in itself. I wasn't sure, but I felt like I had entered another stage in my life, where psychedelics would play a bigger part. Less recreational (there is always some recreation in happiness though), more purposeful...once you start you can't stop. Once you see the bigger picture, maybe every once in a while you need to readjust yourself...get back on track. There are always things I do that I'm not aware of....luckily this trip was more about unspinning and unwinding as opposed to the opposite. There was a lot of tension built up...there still is (but so much less!)
Clouds started to come overhead and I heard the song "That Lucky Old Sun (Just Sits Around in Heaven All Day)" from a Jerry Garcia Band recording and I cried a little. Waving the sun off, I thanked it for everything...it wouldn't be completely gone until sunset, but just in case I had to let it know. I understood why sun worshippers did what they did...I wanted to sync my life up with it. Many memories came back to me as I walked and I silently thanked the substance for that. These were treasured ones forgotten about. I then thought about a memory from almost exactly a year prior and thought "that was a year?!?!" It was so long...and yet so short. "You only get so many of those" I felt...
Slowly I walked back towards the entrance as it got darker, stopping every once in a while to try and take it all in, before finally reaching a river and immersing myself in it. The sun was gone, the night had come, the drug was wearing off, and life moved on...it always does...
As the hits slowly came on the sun shown brightly and gave everything an almost heavenly shimmer. It was hot out, and late morning, but it wasn't going to get as hot as it had earlier in the summer. Two mountain bikers began passing me at this point, and we would continue a series of leap-frog encounters until I neared the peak of the trip and they turned around. This was a huge relief as I didn't really want to deal with anyone as I was peaking.
My hike consisted of a trail going up through a canyon or gulch through a riverbed that was mostly dry at this time of year. About an hour into it I was given the thought "Acid : dayhikes :: peas : pod" which was hilarious and I sat down on the side of the trail and did some yoga as my head started to feel light.
Up until I had done this yoga my pace had been a mixture of consciously slowly myself down and moments of power-walking when I forgot. After this it would be just the slow walking. I whipped out my pipe and smoked a bowl during which point the visual hallucinations began. Each point on a pine tree where they make the cone looked almost like an eye or whatnot, and each tree took on an almost alien-like appearance. I thought about something I had read where someone stated that everything is just part of a larger fractal pattern and a huge grin came over my face as I saw how well trees and the grasses around me fit into this idea.
Anyway, I wasn't where I was trying to get to yet, and I stood back up and got on my way. The trail slowly heads uphill until its end, which is around 4-5 miles long. Around me were large rocks covered in what seemed like thousands of different kinds of mosses, lichen and fungi. Furry abstract art was what it appeared like. The proportions of these rocks made them seem gigantic...how insignificant we are.
As the peak came on I was walking near the edge of a ridge and the sun hit me just right. How wonderful!!! How blessed I am!!! The Sunshine Daydream segment of the Grateful Dead's "Sugar Magnolia" broke out in my head and I was spinning around and hopping up and down while throwing my arms to the sky. I even taught myself how to do a cartwheel just because I was so excited. I was walking along at almost a prance, letting my hands touch the tips of the grass. Sun shimmering and shining over everything. "This is the best day ever!"
(tangent - For most of the trip "Jack-A-Roe" and "Dire Wolf" played from the Lonesome Prison Blues Jerry Garcia & John Kahn recording which gave the trip an interesting edge. All acoustic, they are beautiful and truly heartfelt renditions of songs. Almost the entire time i heard "Jack-A-Roe" I longed for a lover...which made for some tough moments laying in the grass or on top of some humongous boulders, but later led to resolution when I realized this was closer than I thought and that it would happen soon, for that is the way nature works.)
I've tripped a lot outdoors, but for some reason had never thought to do so in a fairly lush and wild environment. Why is a question repeatedly asked throughout the day. Having SO much sensory stimulation was wonderful...everything was simply its own representation of life and its processes. I am a child of this earth...so are you...so is everything. Lately I've realized we are all interconnected and part of the same thing. Spiritually this has been a great help.
One really interesting thing with LSD is that if you are using quality substance, much like DMT, you feel entirely sober. You know you aren't...but it isn't that obvious minus all the crazy thoughts/hallucinations. The headspace just gets bigger and more spacious. You become a part of the larger whole around you. Sometimes you fully dissolve into it...
There was a gigantic tree with roots so massive they must have had a radius of at least 20 feet and only partially were underground. As I stared at it I also saw a stump that had what appeared to at one time to have been large roots which were covered almost entirely by moss. One tree showed just how wonderful your life could be, your roots running deep, and the other showed that even after life, you are still a part of everything.
(tangent - earlier in the summer I had stupidly taken around 10-12 hits of powerful fluff but decided to eat some xanax 45 minutes in. Why I decided to eat these and then didn't even attempt to round up things I would need, etc. is beyond me...now I wish I could go back...actually the second I did it I wished I could go back... This led to some serious trauma that I am still working through. I would warn ANYONE to just ride a trip out...I didn't understand exactly how the xanax abort thing worked...but it leaves a lot of loose ends up in space. Yesterday I felt like I was slowly picking up all of the scattered pieces of myself (a long process which will take much time) that never got the chance to return to their owner.)
Around this time it started raining (4 hours after ingestion) and I attempted to find some warmer clothes in my backpack, but realized I forgot to pack them. Nonetheless, the rain didn't stay long and then the sun was back out (and how marvelous it was!!!) The power of the imagination is beyond belief. This is especially apparent on LSD...you go anywhere and everywhere.
I smoked a bowl and suddenly had the realization that the prior evening I had an amazingly intense dream where two individuals whom I met earlier in the summer were sitting around a campfire with me discussing life and sharing laughs/stories. For some reason I wondered if this was an example of astral projection or meeting in dreams...and then thought maybe if this kind of thing does happen, that it would happen in such a way that you realized it at a later point in time. An immense wave of comfort shot over me...for some reason this brought me some closure.
Whenever I would stop somewhere I would usually smoke and do some meditation, stretching and some laying. Most of the peak was spent lying down, though some of it was spent moving from place to place. Every angle had a different view, some of them drastically different than others. Lots of morphing of trees and the clouds. One of these times I was just zoning out, watching tracers follow EVERY flying insect and rainbows caressed EVERY object when suddenly 20 ants crawling out of the ground were noticed and I had a good laugh. They seemed to appear out of thin air, all at the same time, and it reminded me of those DMT entities (recently I had an insectoid-type experience on it) doing that. Only these were 'real.' How peculiar these animals were...and I wondered if maybe those DMT insects weren't so evil after all...maybe they were just insect-like and that is what scares some.
"LSD is the color of sunshine!!!" I thought prancing around a marsh. There was a dead tree and I inspected it. Parts of the bark seemed fractal-like and I noticed how similar it was to human bones. Hmmmm. Ants were farming aphids just next to that...and the clouds were constantly moving in different directions. One could look inward, outward, for small or large...there is simply too much to see! A reoccurring vision of energy pulsing through the canyons surrounding the area appeared in my head, each like a small wave of water, though at the time it was magic to me. If you want to experience real magic, take a psychedelic in nature. Maybe you just have the wrong idea of what magic really is...
I found a very magical spot with many toadstools and mushrooms laying around so I sat there. One theme of this trip is that I would find magical places, or possibly teaching places, and would go there to learn a lesson. I now understand why mushroom spots and marshes are some portrayed as magical in folklore. This particular spot reminded me of the ground in southern Chile...wet, and marshy...with the same soft, almost pistil-from-cannabis look. I realized just how alive this area was...wonderful blue birds flying around...woodpeckers looking for food...insects pollinating and hunting...chipmunks squeaking and knocking down branches. Frogs hopping about....this was but a taste of it all. One type of tree in particular really caught my attention...after laying under it I realized it was the type of tree which had led me to see a temple made out of its leaves when staring at the sky from under it the Summer prior. Immediately I thought of the friends I was with that day...the telepathy we shared...and I thought about how mean I had been to them. Not intentionally, but through not giving them enough love...now my thoughts flashed back through every person I had done this to...and I vowed not to do it again.
A tree beckoned me, it's bark washing up and down itself with the current on it. I looked closely at a yellow spot that appeared to talk to me, and noticed sap pouring out. After 'talking' to the tree some, it told me to try the sap, but as I did so it became hard. I realized that was how this spot was made...I was being shown yet another life process...how blessed I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'You know you're a part of this" I thought I heard it all say...."thanks" I whispered...and threw my hands up in reverence.
A little later there was a plant spotted that was green, gold, orange, red, purple and every color in between. "Oh wow! It's Autumn," I thought. And then I thought about how another Summer had passed. Summer is a really spiritual time...I thought about how I was coming down from the acid, and thought about how it lasted just about an entire Summer day. Hmmmm! I wonder? I thought about how Autumn was coming, how the days were getting shorter...I imagined and saw the entire landscape around me covered in snow. Sunlight shining through the treetops...snow thick and heavy on the branches.
I thought about all that had happened over the Summer...how for most of it, minus a few moments, it was on autopilot until the last bit. I need to live my life more from the front seat...and if I am going to attempt another high-dose trip (which I believe does need to happen, now that the wheel is turning), I need to have been really conscious for a while. It was bittersweet, but knowing that at least I KNEW, then, was a comfort in itself. I wasn't sure, but I felt like I had entered another stage in my life, where psychedelics would play a bigger part. Less recreational (there is always some recreation in happiness though), more purposeful...once you start you can't stop. Once you see the bigger picture, maybe every once in a while you need to readjust yourself...get back on track. There are always things I do that I'm not aware of....luckily this trip was more about unspinning and unwinding as opposed to the opposite. There was a lot of tension built up...there still is (but so much less!)
Clouds started to come overhead and I heard the song "That Lucky Old Sun (Just Sits Around in Heaven All Day)" from a Jerry Garcia Band recording and I cried a little. Waving the sun off, I thanked it for everything...it wouldn't be completely gone until sunset, but just in case I had to let it know. I understood why sun worshippers did what they did...I wanted to sync my life up with it. Many memories came back to me as I walked and I silently thanked the substance for that. These were treasured ones forgotten about. I then thought about a memory from almost exactly a year prior and thought "that was a year?!?!" It was so long...and yet so short. "You only get so many of those" I felt...
Slowly I walked back towards the entrance as it got darker, stopping every once in a while to try and take it all in, before finally reaching a river and immersing myself in it. The sun was gone, the night had come, the drug was wearing off, and life moved on...it always does...
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