Yet again, I had a chance to indulge in some mushrooms. I picked up 10 grams from a new source that I didn't even know. Met him through a friend though. All week I had been planning on tripping with my friend on either acid or mushrooms. I wanted to give him the best trip he'd ever have in his life. I hadn't seen him all summer because of summer break. Except there was one problem. I ate 5 grams before he got to the campus. I still had plenty to give him, although about 1 hour and a half passed and I didn't feel shit, maybe a slight body buzz. At this point I was pretty sure these were going to be very weak mushrooms. So I just ate the other 5 grams (1 hour or more later).
Slowly after a while, I start to feel the mushrooms a very large amount. Decently large tracers and stuff is actually breathing. I was happy at this point because I was worried I had wasted money on completely bunk shit even myself could not enjoy. Then… It kind all just started to hit me, this was a trip unlike any other trip I've ever experienced. It all started to go complete ape shit (and all of this makes no sense but I'll try my best to explain it from my perspective)
We're in my friends dorm room and I'm completely floored. Laughing hysterically at EVERY little thing. We were watching two shows on discovery, the first show was "call of the wild man". The second one I could take time to look up, but to me while I was laughing all I could think of it was dumb fucking redneck's all over discovery channel. What the fuck is this world coming too? Why are we going down the path of exposing ourself and our children too such bull shit. I told myself that (and everyone in the room) that all the main stream television show actors and paid and trained to manipulate every person who watches the shows as well as subconsciously slowly turn everyone into our nation a retard. I started to make very large connections into my brain when my friend pulled up a giant grateful dead poster.
I was looking into the poster very intently when I was passed a bowl to hit, ripped it then started to puke. At this point I know for certain the psilocybin had already entered my bloodstream. As soon as I went back into the room, I spoke out loud and said. This is destiny. Right now this trip has went from a level 3-4 trip straight to a 5. Patterns were flying all over everything, there was no me, there was no one else existing. We went into another dorm room and I went into a mushroom coma, not a curled up ball. Although I would say a full blown retard who took to much ketamine would be a nice way to picture how I was acting (that's an exaggeration, but it was bad). I found it. The truth had hit me.
The destiny I had discovered is that I had been making the wrong choices in life, the only person who existed in this world was myself and everyone else around me were angles sent my god to do my evaluation of whether or not I was going to heaven or hell. I was telling everyone it was nice knowing them, not sure if they were angles sent by god (even though I knew they were) but I figured whether they were or not, saying good bye to people before passing would make them feel better. I looked at one of my best friends and said, "Hey man once I go to bed, I'm not waking up". This scared the shit out of everyone.
I kept on saying that my heart was about to implode and everyone was telling me I was fine, but what is everyone? Everyone is angles, they have already chosen to path for me. The angles were telling me that if anyone knew if something was wrong with anything it would be you. Are the angles telling me that I can repent for my sins in some way? Regardless, at this point in time, I had accepted death. 100% I did not even care if I died because of the 100000's of connections I was making in my head that made sense to me. When they all left the room, one of my buddies came back in and said, "Just chill here on this couch, and go to bed, it's really nice. Just do some thinking about what you've done and go to bed".
Yes this is it, the end, I know it. I tried to convince myself that I was just tripping, which this type of stuff rarely happens to me. Then I lay down and see the TV is on. What is on TV? Complete ignorant bull shit? Has god sentenced me a horrible death to watch these dumb fucking rednecks? This is not funny. I then glance under the big screen TV and notice a big stack of dvd's… They were stacked in these specific order. Titanic, super high me, fork in the road, dead end, dead end 2 unrated. Yes, this is the end. No doubt, I shouldn't of chosen to get so fucking high in life, i might of been able to meet a true love in my life. This was a big fork in the road. Is this really the end? Yes. You sure? Dead end 2.. Yes it is.
Then I glance over to a poster to the right and notice a illuminati poster. At this point (and I'm far from religious) I get on my hands and knees and starting repenting for the sins in my life. Praying to god that hopefully there is someway that I could die and go to heaven, because I AM dying that night. Then I began to think more and more that, you know what, I don't even know how to do this properly, and at this point I about give up.
I remember before my friends had left, they said that a residential assistant was down the hall and if I needed anything to go talk to her. I'm still in that ego/death realization whatever you folks call it state but the way. I walk down the hallway and knock on the RA's door. Just for some quick background info I've always taken a liking to black jokes, however I love black people, just not n*****s. Low and behold, the RA is a African American straight off the boat. This was excellent, I knew that god had sent her for me to repent my sins. We have a very long heart to heart and she even pulled out a bible and we started reading it.
It was a great way to go before dying, maybe god will forgive me and send me to heaven.. OH WAIT I'M JUST TRIPPING SACK
This might of just been a bunch of mumbo jumbo to everyone else, if you have any specific questions about this experience please do ask. I can't type out everything
DMT trip for 5 hours? Too much words can't handle it.
Slowly after a while, I start to feel the mushrooms a very large amount. Decently large tracers and stuff is actually breathing. I was happy at this point because I was worried I had wasted money on completely bunk shit even myself could not enjoy. Then… It kind all just started to hit me, this was a trip unlike any other trip I've ever experienced. It all started to go complete ape shit (and all of this makes no sense but I'll try my best to explain it from my perspective)
We're in my friends dorm room and I'm completely floored. Laughing hysterically at EVERY little thing. We were watching two shows on discovery, the first show was "call of the wild man". The second one I could take time to look up, but to me while I was laughing all I could think of it was dumb fucking redneck's all over discovery channel. What the fuck is this world coming too? Why are we going down the path of exposing ourself and our children too such bull shit. I told myself that (and everyone in the room) that all the main stream television show actors and paid and trained to manipulate every person who watches the shows as well as subconsciously slowly turn everyone into our nation a retard. I started to make very large connections into my brain when my friend pulled up a giant grateful dead poster.
I was looking into the poster very intently when I was passed a bowl to hit, ripped it then started to puke. At this point I know for certain the psilocybin had already entered my bloodstream. As soon as I went back into the room, I spoke out loud and said. This is destiny. Right now this trip has went from a level 3-4 trip straight to a 5. Patterns were flying all over everything, there was no me, there was no one else existing. We went into another dorm room and I went into a mushroom coma, not a curled up ball. Although I would say a full blown retard who took to much ketamine would be a nice way to picture how I was acting (that's an exaggeration, but it was bad). I found it. The truth had hit me.
The destiny I had discovered is that I had been making the wrong choices in life, the only person who existed in this world was myself and everyone else around me were angles sent my god to do my evaluation of whether or not I was going to heaven or hell. I was telling everyone it was nice knowing them, not sure if they were angles sent by god (even though I knew they were) but I figured whether they were or not, saying good bye to people before passing would make them feel better. I looked at one of my best friends and said, "Hey man once I go to bed, I'm not waking up". This scared the shit out of everyone.
I kept on saying that my heart was about to implode and everyone was telling me I was fine, but what is everyone? Everyone is angles, they have already chosen to path for me. The angles were telling me that if anyone knew if something was wrong with anything it would be you. Are the angles telling me that I can repent for my sins in some way? Regardless, at this point in time, I had accepted death. 100% I did not even care if I died because of the 100000's of connections I was making in my head that made sense to me. When they all left the room, one of my buddies came back in and said, "Just chill here on this couch, and go to bed, it's really nice. Just do some thinking about what you've done and go to bed".
Yes this is it, the end, I know it. I tried to convince myself that I was just tripping, which this type of stuff rarely happens to me. Then I lay down and see the TV is on. What is on TV? Complete ignorant bull shit? Has god sentenced me a horrible death to watch these dumb fucking rednecks? This is not funny. I then glance under the big screen TV and notice a big stack of dvd's… They were stacked in these specific order. Titanic, super high me, fork in the road, dead end, dead end 2 unrated. Yes, this is the end. No doubt, I shouldn't of chosen to get so fucking high in life, i might of been able to meet a true love in my life. This was a big fork in the road. Is this really the end? Yes. You sure? Dead end 2.. Yes it is.
Then I glance over to a poster to the right and notice a illuminati poster. At this point (and I'm far from religious) I get on my hands and knees and starting repenting for the sins in my life. Praying to god that hopefully there is someway that I could die and go to heaven, because I AM dying that night. Then I began to think more and more that, you know what, I don't even know how to do this properly, and at this point I about give up.
I remember before my friends had left, they said that a residential assistant was down the hall and if I needed anything to go talk to her. I'm still in that ego/death realization whatever you folks call it state but the way. I walk down the hallway and knock on the RA's door. Just for some quick background info I've always taken a liking to black jokes, however I love black people, just not n*****s. Low and behold, the RA is a African American straight off the boat. This was excellent, I knew that god had sent her for me to repent my sins. We have a very long heart to heart and she even pulled out a bible and we started reading it.
It was a great way to go before dying, maybe god will forgive me and send me to heaven.. OH WAIT I'M JUST TRIPPING SACK
This might of just been a bunch of mumbo jumbo to everyone else, if you have any specific questions about this experience please do ask. I can't type out everything
