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So last night I ended up doing a lot of drugs 
First off, I had about 6 grams of dried P. Cubensis mushrooms. I was unsure about the potency of these shrooms because my friend who ate about 3 grams the night before said they were very mild. However, two other people ate about 2 grams and seemed satisfied.
I wanted a solid +++ trip, because my last couple of mushroom trips left me lingering in ++ space, and generally unsatisfied with the experience. I realized it was my fault for being too cautious with the doses. I have had amazing +++ experiences on shrooms before, but they have also been somewhat difficult experiences at times. Mushrooms are not an "easy" trip for me, therefore I don't take them very often. I had wanted to eat a +++ dose of mushrooms alone for a while, but had ended up eating them with other people and not had quite the experience I was after.
I also wanted to avoid the inevitable stomach ache that follows eating shrooms, so I decided to make a tea for the first time. Since tea supposedly kicks in after 15-30 minutes I thought I'd just make a tea out of the entire 6 grams and sip on it until I was tripping well enough.
So I chopped up one huge mushroom, six medium sized mushrooms, and a couple little shrooms, and made a tea bag out of it. I got some water near boiling, and made a tea out of the mushrooms, some green tea, some lemon extract, and some ginger to combat any nausea. I then sat down to watch the beginning of Wag the Dog around 9:00pm and began to sip my tea.
Half an hour later I had drunk about half the tea (which tasted kind of gross, but I soon got used to it) I was about as stoned as if I had smoked a bowl of kind bud, but obviously with the distinct tryptamine feeling. I also noticed some *very* minor visuals which were barely more than my normal HPPD-like symptoms. So I kept sipping my tea. In another 15 minutes I was feeling real good, and my buddy came by and said "You look high". I was really enjoying the mellow come-up provided by sipping tea. Normally if I eat shrooms the comeup is a total mind and body fuck, and I can't wait to get over the "hump", so to speak. The come-up was quite a pleasure sipping tea. I had no nausea, which might be attributed to the ginger. So I kept sipping my tea.
By the time I decided I was tripping well enough I didn't have that much tea left, so I just finished it off. Technically this was twice as much shrooms as I had ever taken before. The carpet was now shifting and arranging itself in patterns, and the walls were shifting colors. So I decided it was time to have my solo trip.
I went up to my room and started to play guitar. It was fun but I kept getting distracted, turning different lights on and off, switching from shoes to slippers to socks, and zoning out in general. I was starting to feel some unease and knew I needed a change of mindset. So I smoked a bowl... about 6 hits of kind Sativa bud. Right after that I realized I had to take a leak, so I went down the hall to the bathroom. In the bathroom the tile floors were moving out of control. This bathroom always trips me out. Besides having a big mirror, its painted in like 50 layers of drippy white paint, and has some crazy light blue patterned tiles. Many a time have I wandered into this bathroom just to realize how hard I really am tripping.
By the time I finished my business and wandered back to my room I was feeling an extreme body high and my San Pedro cacti were dancing around on my desk. Since I was tripping so much harder now than I was 5 minutes ago before I sparked the bowl, I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. So I put on my favorite music, Phish (NYE 2004 in Miami), layed down in my bed, and did my best to go with the flow.
I closed my eyes and saw some crazy shit. The first thing I saw were a bunch of mushrooms twisting around each other like some fungal orgy. Then the mushrooms had faces and started flying towards me like they were trying to intimidate and torment me. Still, I realized that to fight a trip like this would be a bad idea, so I simply opened my eyes for a change of scenery.
I realized that my mood, visuals, and thoughts were directly related to the music I was listening to. Just before, Phish was engaged in a rather chaotic and intense jam. Now it was mellow and a feeling of extreme peace washed over me. I remembered in my past mushroom trips that either I could feel very chaotic or extremely peaceful. So I sent a "vibe" to the spirit of the mushroom inside of me. "I will not resist you, and I trust you will not torment me".
Then I turned the lights off in my room and returned to my bed. I closed my eyes again and this time I saw something much more beautiful. Thousands of aztec-art-looking creatures were piled on top of each other, forming long bands. There were several of these bands, and they were in constant motion flowing around each other as if each one was attached to the rails of a roller coaster. I watched this consume my entire mind's eye in perfect clarity and indescribable color, and pretty soon I was going along for the psychedelic ride.
I then flipped over on my belly and stared at my wall as it transformed into a vast and strange planet-scape. The entire time I was grooving to the music so intensely, and squirming around in my bed because I wanted to dance, but at the same time my body seemed strange.
I pondered the dose I had taken, and as I felt my ego weaken I wondered if I would experience ego death and wake up next to my own puke. I did not want this to happen, nor did I want to fight it in the case that it might. Fortunately, I suppose, the mushrooms didn't send me into such an extreme trip. I guess they were on the weak side. But what happened next was by far the best part of my trip.
The music I had listned to was so amazing, I was inspired to try playing guitar again. What an excellent choice!
Normally I am a fairly good guitarist in my own right. After smoking pot I tend to become a lot more creative and I can play with more "feeling". On certain psychedelics I become a guitar GOD. I found a site that had a virtual boomerang (basically a looping back beat so you can groove along). I plugged my Stratocaster into my wah pedal, compression/sustainer, and amp and began to play the most flawless, innovative, and heart felt music I've ever played. The tone was *perfect*. I was constantly getting new ideas and playing in completely new and unusual styles every five minutes. Seemingly out of nowhere I could literally feel waves of inspiration wash over me and I would bust out something extended, new, complex, and amazing. Every time this happened, which was almost constantly, a HUGE wave of euphoria washed over me. There was no better music in the world than what I was playing! Even if I was sober I guarantee you I would have thought it was sick. I closed my eyes, visualized my guitar in an organic-neon form, and kept playing with perfect accuracy. Each note was hand-crafted to perfection. I could play anything I wanted to!
By 12:30 I had been playing guitar for about an hour, and having the greatest time ever, when my girlfriend came back from work and found me there with a glowing grin on my face. By this point I was almost totally coherent and could carry a relatively normal conversation with her, and told her some of what had happened in the last few hours. She said that I looked really cute grinning with my guitar. She also brought by some food for me and I put my guitar down and started chowing down.
Soon after two of my friends came up (they had eaten the same shrooms the night before), and since one of them thought the shrooms were lame the night before I made sure he knew what a great trip I was having. Granted I did have to eat 6 grams though. Pretty soon I felt like I was coming down, and I thought, "that was short". But it didn't matter because I finally got my solo +++ mushroom trip. I would possibly even consider the moments of perfect harmony and euphoria I had playing guitar to be ++++ experiences. I have been "in the zone" playing guitar plenty a time, and had intense experiences playing on psychedelics, but this was a totally new level.
So we sat around having a fun conversation for about an hour, and smoked some herb, which didn't really make me trip again, and then we decided to each have a couple shots of rum. The rum hit me really quickly, and added to the somewhat off-balance feeling I already had from the mushrooms. I thought it was excellent, and my girlfriend made me a strong vodka tonic to drink after that.
Then somebody had the bright idea to do some coke. I'm not really into the stuff, but there happened to be about a 1/2 gram left over from a prior occasion. There is no way I'd do coke on a psychedelic, except for the fact that I felt like I had mostly come down and, besides, I was already drinking booze. So we all did a line, and I did a relatively small one to make sure it wouldn't send me into a terrible headspace.
I did make the visuals stop, pretty much, but that was fine because they were mostly gone anyway. Other than that it just added to my lingering mushroom high and alcohol buzz! I was feeling great.
So we each did a few more lines over the course of the night and finished up the stash. By the last line I was really feeling the energy and confidence of the coke on top of the great mushroom afterglow and relaxing alcohol and pot buzz. I had some halarious conversations with my girlfriend and a fun time chillin with my two friends, both of which were trying coke for their first time and seemed to be really enjoying it. Eventually they left and I had some really great sex
Unfortunately I'm pretty sure I didn't fall asleep last night. I'm not sure if it was the coke or the lingering tryptamine buzz. Anyway I took half an adderall so I could function today (I'm at work right now haha)... soon I'll be sippin' on a 40 and hopefully passing out at a reasonable time tonight.
peace!
First off, I had about 6 grams of dried P. Cubensis mushrooms. I was unsure about the potency of these shrooms because my friend who ate about 3 grams the night before said they were very mild. However, two other people ate about 2 grams and seemed satisfied.
I wanted a solid +++ trip, because my last couple of mushroom trips left me lingering in ++ space, and generally unsatisfied with the experience. I realized it was my fault for being too cautious with the doses. I have had amazing +++ experiences on shrooms before, but they have also been somewhat difficult experiences at times. Mushrooms are not an "easy" trip for me, therefore I don't take them very often. I had wanted to eat a +++ dose of mushrooms alone for a while, but had ended up eating them with other people and not had quite the experience I was after.
I also wanted to avoid the inevitable stomach ache that follows eating shrooms, so I decided to make a tea for the first time. Since tea supposedly kicks in after 15-30 minutes I thought I'd just make a tea out of the entire 6 grams and sip on it until I was tripping well enough.
So I chopped up one huge mushroom, six medium sized mushrooms, and a couple little shrooms, and made a tea bag out of it. I got some water near boiling, and made a tea out of the mushrooms, some green tea, some lemon extract, and some ginger to combat any nausea. I then sat down to watch the beginning of Wag the Dog around 9:00pm and began to sip my tea.
Half an hour later I had drunk about half the tea (which tasted kind of gross, but I soon got used to it) I was about as stoned as if I had smoked a bowl of kind bud, but obviously with the distinct tryptamine feeling. I also noticed some *very* minor visuals which were barely more than my normal HPPD-like symptoms. So I kept sipping my tea. In another 15 minutes I was feeling real good, and my buddy came by and said "You look high". I was really enjoying the mellow come-up provided by sipping tea. Normally if I eat shrooms the comeup is a total mind and body fuck, and I can't wait to get over the "hump", so to speak. The come-up was quite a pleasure sipping tea. I had no nausea, which might be attributed to the ginger. So I kept sipping my tea.
By the time I decided I was tripping well enough I didn't have that much tea left, so I just finished it off. Technically this was twice as much shrooms as I had ever taken before. The carpet was now shifting and arranging itself in patterns, and the walls were shifting colors. So I decided it was time to have my solo trip.
I went up to my room and started to play guitar. It was fun but I kept getting distracted, turning different lights on and off, switching from shoes to slippers to socks, and zoning out in general. I was starting to feel some unease and knew I needed a change of mindset. So I smoked a bowl... about 6 hits of kind Sativa bud. Right after that I realized I had to take a leak, so I went down the hall to the bathroom. In the bathroom the tile floors were moving out of control. This bathroom always trips me out. Besides having a big mirror, its painted in like 50 layers of drippy white paint, and has some crazy light blue patterned tiles. Many a time have I wandered into this bathroom just to realize how hard I really am tripping.
By the time I finished my business and wandered back to my room I was feeling an extreme body high and my San Pedro cacti were dancing around on my desk. Since I was tripping so much harder now than I was 5 minutes ago before I sparked the bowl, I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. So I put on my favorite music, Phish (NYE 2004 in Miami), layed down in my bed, and did my best to go with the flow.
I closed my eyes and saw some crazy shit. The first thing I saw were a bunch of mushrooms twisting around each other like some fungal orgy. Then the mushrooms had faces and started flying towards me like they were trying to intimidate and torment me. Still, I realized that to fight a trip like this would be a bad idea, so I simply opened my eyes for a change of scenery.
I realized that my mood, visuals, and thoughts were directly related to the music I was listening to. Just before, Phish was engaged in a rather chaotic and intense jam. Now it was mellow and a feeling of extreme peace washed over me. I remembered in my past mushroom trips that either I could feel very chaotic or extremely peaceful. So I sent a "vibe" to the spirit of the mushroom inside of me. "I will not resist you, and I trust you will not torment me".
Then I turned the lights off in my room and returned to my bed. I closed my eyes again and this time I saw something much more beautiful. Thousands of aztec-art-looking creatures were piled on top of each other, forming long bands. There were several of these bands, and they were in constant motion flowing around each other as if each one was attached to the rails of a roller coaster. I watched this consume my entire mind's eye in perfect clarity and indescribable color, and pretty soon I was going along for the psychedelic ride.
I then flipped over on my belly and stared at my wall as it transformed into a vast and strange planet-scape. The entire time I was grooving to the music so intensely, and squirming around in my bed because I wanted to dance, but at the same time my body seemed strange.
I pondered the dose I had taken, and as I felt my ego weaken I wondered if I would experience ego death and wake up next to my own puke. I did not want this to happen, nor did I want to fight it in the case that it might. Fortunately, I suppose, the mushrooms didn't send me into such an extreme trip. I guess they were on the weak side. But what happened next was by far the best part of my trip.
The music I had listned to was so amazing, I was inspired to try playing guitar again. What an excellent choice!
Normally I am a fairly good guitarist in my own right. After smoking pot I tend to become a lot more creative and I can play with more "feeling". On certain psychedelics I become a guitar GOD. I found a site that had a virtual boomerang (basically a looping back beat so you can groove along). I plugged my Stratocaster into my wah pedal, compression/sustainer, and amp and began to play the most flawless, innovative, and heart felt music I've ever played. The tone was *perfect*. I was constantly getting new ideas and playing in completely new and unusual styles every five minutes. Seemingly out of nowhere I could literally feel waves of inspiration wash over me and I would bust out something extended, new, complex, and amazing. Every time this happened, which was almost constantly, a HUGE wave of euphoria washed over me. There was no better music in the world than what I was playing! Even if I was sober I guarantee you I would have thought it was sick. I closed my eyes, visualized my guitar in an organic-neon form, and kept playing with perfect accuracy. Each note was hand-crafted to perfection. I could play anything I wanted to!
By 12:30 I had been playing guitar for about an hour, and having the greatest time ever, when my girlfriend came back from work and found me there with a glowing grin on my face. By this point I was almost totally coherent and could carry a relatively normal conversation with her, and told her some of what had happened in the last few hours. She said that I looked really cute grinning with my guitar. She also brought by some food for me and I put my guitar down and started chowing down.
Soon after two of my friends came up (they had eaten the same shrooms the night before), and since one of them thought the shrooms were lame the night before I made sure he knew what a great trip I was having. Granted I did have to eat 6 grams though. Pretty soon I felt like I was coming down, and I thought, "that was short". But it didn't matter because I finally got my solo +++ mushroom trip. I would possibly even consider the moments of perfect harmony and euphoria I had playing guitar to be ++++ experiences. I have been "in the zone" playing guitar plenty a time, and had intense experiences playing on psychedelics, but this was a totally new level.
So we sat around having a fun conversation for about an hour, and smoked some herb, which didn't really make me trip again, and then we decided to each have a couple shots of rum. The rum hit me really quickly, and added to the somewhat off-balance feeling I already had from the mushrooms. I thought it was excellent, and my girlfriend made me a strong vodka tonic to drink after that.
Then somebody had the bright idea to do some coke. I'm not really into the stuff, but there happened to be about a 1/2 gram left over from a prior occasion. There is no way I'd do coke on a psychedelic, except for the fact that I felt like I had mostly come down and, besides, I was already drinking booze. So we all did a line, and I did a relatively small one to make sure it wouldn't send me into a terrible headspace.
I did make the visuals stop, pretty much, but that was fine because they were mostly gone anyway. Other than that it just added to my lingering mushroom high and alcohol buzz! I was feeling great.
So we each did a few more lines over the course of the night and finished up the stash. By the last line I was really feeling the energy and confidence of the coke on top of the great mushroom afterglow and relaxing alcohol and pot buzz. I had some halarious conversations with my girlfriend and a fun time chillin with my two friends, both of which were trying coke for their first time and seemed to be really enjoying it. Eventually they left and I had some really great sex
Unfortunately I'm pretty sure I didn't fall asleep last night. I'm not sure if it was the coke or the lingering tryptamine buzz. Anyway I took half an adderall so I could function today (I'm at work right now haha)... soon I'll be sippin' on a 40 and hopefully passing out at a reasonable time tonight.
peace!
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