Kandy K
Ex-Bluelighter
Morphine,K,Crack,MDMA,Meth,Shrooms. "All That You See And Hear" -Elevate
Morphine, K, Crack (2nd time)
MDMA & Meth (experienced)
Mushrooms (3rd)in 24 Hours.
“All That You See & Hear” -Elevate
This trip report is described as a combination even though the experience mainly focuses on the shrooms, which were taken while coming down off a Morphine & MDMA pill (K-Cube) and a $25 bag of K at the EDC rave. Pic here:
I also ripped a couple hits from the quag (meth bong) after swallowing the mushrooms so that my stomach would digest it a little faster. I was afraid to at first, because on my last speed & shroom mix, I ended up getting a very uncomfortable feeling in the body and spent a majority of my trip face down in the ground nearly in tears because I was unable to escape the insanity of the intensity.
So naturally, I was relieved when I was not nearly as distressed this time, and began enjoying the visuals as the colors got more vibrant. As I recognized the same familiar graphics of entire extraterrestrial villages in patterns around me, I also got the similar cold sweat, shiver, and sensation for urination as last time.
I went upstairs and hopped in a warm shower, and found it increasingly difficult to remember exactly how to correctly bathe myself. I began thinking that this routine was so simulated and staged that it felt awkward even being in human skin, which was extremely supple to the touch.
What happens next is truly shocking. I truly believe aliens came and tried to abduct me (no, really). While standing in the shower dismayed at my own stature, I heard several snickers and giggles. When I looked out the shower door, I saw blurry silhouettes of (what I thought were) people tiptoeing up to the shower door. They would try to peep in, whisper to each other, and then scurry away as fast as they would run in. At first I thought it was my friends just fucking with me, so when I quickly slid open the door to catch them, it was then I realized (to my utter horror) that nobody was out there. And thus, the paranoia set in…
I resumed my shower, and in came in 6 skinny aliens with bendy, dangly limbs, 4 long fingers, and each had one large almond-shaped eye. They all inspected me as if I were some carnival creature caged animal at the zoo and started pawing at the door, clawing in to get in the shower with me. At first it was quite terrifying, but I calmly convinced myself that I was more powerful than these creatures, and there was no point in being afraid of a mere hallucination when I had the power to “talk mad shit.”
I chose a weaker alien to shit-talk, and I told it to fuck off. It mouthed out, “No, YOU fuck off!” back to me, and we commenced arguing back and forth (though all it did was repeat my words). However, I eventually surrendered and apologized when I observed that the other alien beings were beginning to get angry and ganged up on me. At first they did not accept my apology, until I asked them to expose their reason for visiting me.
What happens next is quite unclear, but it seems that I went through ego loss. The main question that I was pondering was, “Who am I?” This entire time, I had known myself as “K,” but what did it mean to be this image of what I perceived to be myself (which I realized at that moment was only a façade). In losing my identity, I came to realize many things: My essence, the people around me who truly cared for it, and my behavior that was destroying that inner core.
I was shown two deity forms of me. One was a goddess of beauty, which accentuated the most beautiful parts of me that could ever exist. I remember this figure appearing in previous trips, but I finally had a vague idea of who she was. Oddly enough, she had very long eyelashes, black hair, thick lips, but no nose, and looked somewhat like Jade from Bratz (haha). The other form was a shadowy demon, which looked like the mutilated carcass of a crow. It had an ugly face which screamed “tweaker,” complete with bloodshot eyes, exhausted gaze, terrifying wrinkles, and the works. To be quite honest she was so ugly I couldn’t even exactly remember how deformed she looked when I came out of my trip.
The real meaning of this vision is that the good deity represented everything I could be and should aspire to be…and the fucked up devil is what I have transformed into in my life. I knew then that I hid myself so much from the real world my entire life, and I immediately became submerged in this overwhelming depression.
It took a little effort and time to heal, but eventually I was cleansed (or at least partially). After I fell out of my trip, the first thing my friends did was offer more meth, which I took, after whipping myself a batch of crack to smoke. Yet oddly enough, after doing both, I felt this strange sensation of guilt. Though I have felt depressed or hopeless while doing hard drugs before, I haven’t had any conflicting feelings of self-guilt in years. I think this may be the key to breaking free of addiction… I am working to duplicate a similar revelation for the complete breakthrough.
I also believe one of the extraterrestrial creatures was left behind to guard my life. When I smoked the crack, I saw a red spinning UFO with blinking red lights wink at me and disappear. It keeps re-appearing every now and then whenever I glance at a blank wall, so whatever’s still out there is following me. Maybe I can look forward to a future probing/bootybumping…?
Edit: I drew a picture of the goddess
Morphine, K, Crack (2nd time)
MDMA & Meth (experienced)
Mushrooms (3rd)in 24 Hours.
“All That You See & Hear” -Elevate
This trip report is described as a combination even though the experience mainly focuses on the shrooms, which were taken while coming down off a Morphine & MDMA pill (K-Cube) and a $25 bag of K at the EDC rave. Pic here:
So naturally, I was relieved when I was not nearly as distressed this time, and began enjoying the visuals as the colors got more vibrant. As I recognized the same familiar graphics of entire extraterrestrial villages in patterns around me, I also got the similar cold sweat, shiver, and sensation for urination as last time.
I went upstairs and hopped in a warm shower, and found it increasingly difficult to remember exactly how to correctly bathe myself. I began thinking that this routine was so simulated and staged that it felt awkward even being in human skin, which was extremely supple to the touch.
What happens next is truly shocking. I truly believe aliens came and tried to abduct me (no, really). While standing in the shower dismayed at my own stature, I heard several snickers and giggles. When I looked out the shower door, I saw blurry silhouettes of (what I thought were) people tiptoeing up to the shower door. They would try to peep in, whisper to each other, and then scurry away as fast as they would run in. At first I thought it was my friends just fucking with me, so when I quickly slid open the door to catch them, it was then I realized (to my utter horror) that nobody was out there. And thus, the paranoia set in…
I resumed my shower, and in came in 6 skinny aliens with bendy, dangly limbs, 4 long fingers, and each had one large almond-shaped eye. They all inspected me as if I were some carnival creature caged animal at the zoo and started pawing at the door, clawing in to get in the shower with me. At first it was quite terrifying, but I calmly convinced myself that I was more powerful than these creatures, and there was no point in being afraid of a mere hallucination when I had the power to “talk mad shit.”
I chose a weaker alien to shit-talk, and I told it to fuck off. It mouthed out, “No, YOU fuck off!” back to me, and we commenced arguing back and forth (though all it did was repeat my words). However, I eventually surrendered and apologized when I observed that the other alien beings were beginning to get angry and ganged up on me. At first they did not accept my apology, until I asked them to expose their reason for visiting me.
What happens next is quite unclear, but it seems that I went through ego loss. The main question that I was pondering was, “Who am I?” This entire time, I had known myself as “K,” but what did it mean to be this image of what I perceived to be myself (which I realized at that moment was only a façade). In losing my identity, I came to realize many things: My essence, the people around me who truly cared for it, and my behavior that was destroying that inner core.
I was shown two deity forms of me. One was a goddess of beauty, which accentuated the most beautiful parts of me that could ever exist. I remember this figure appearing in previous trips, but I finally had a vague idea of who she was. Oddly enough, she had very long eyelashes, black hair, thick lips, but no nose, and looked somewhat like Jade from Bratz (haha). The other form was a shadowy demon, which looked like the mutilated carcass of a crow. It had an ugly face which screamed “tweaker,” complete with bloodshot eyes, exhausted gaze, terrifying wrinkles, and the works. To be quite honest she was so ugly I couldn’t even exactly remember how deformed she looked when I came out of my trip.
The real meaning of this vision is that the good deity represented everything I could be and should aspire to be…and the fucked up devil is what I have transformed into in my life. I knew then that I hid myself so much from the real world my entire life, and I immediately became submerged in this overwhelming depression.
It took a little effort and time to heal, but eventually I was cleansed (or at least partially). After I fell out of my trip, the first thing my friends did was offer more meth, which I took, after whipping myself a batch of crack to smoke. Yet oddly enough, after doing both, I felt this strange sensation of guilt. Though I have felt depressed or hopeless while doing hard drugs before, I haven’t had any conflicting feelings of self-guilt in years. I think this may be the key to breaking free of addiction… I am working to duplicate a similar revelation for the complete breakthrough.
I also believe one of the extraterrestrial creatures was left behind to guard my life. When I smoked the crack, I saw a red spinning UFO with blinking red lights wink at me and disappear. It keeps re-appearing every now and then whenever I glance at a blank wall, so whatever’s still out there is following me. Maybe I can look forward to a future probing/bootybumping…?
Edit: I drew a picture of the goddess
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I got really fucked up from abusing 2C-I and I really regret it. Take care of yaself eh.. Have some more whacked out adventures and tell us about them. Looking forward to your next psychedelic report.
