Chalk
Bluelighter
I don’t normally right trip report because I cant be bothered and if I do I’ll get half way through and the give up, but I’ll try and make this one good as it’s my first proper mushroom experience, and it was in Amsterdam so hey!!
Due to where I live I haven’t experience as many things as I would like, it’s a small area (island actually) so there’s generally not much selection, or availability of the selection if there is any. It sucks!! I got back from Thailand not so long ago where there were obviously loads of good things to try. I had a fling with the yabbas (little red meth pills) and a few other things, I really wanted to try mushrooms but unfortunately I got unlucky and never really had a decent trip and just felt utterly confused with no visuals and generally had a bad time. Where I live I’ve done my fair share of pills in the past 4 years but not to excess and tried LSD and Salvia bit, although I haven’t touched acid in a long while and im not that fussed about it really.
Onto to report then.
This was my 3rd time to Amsterdam and would be my first proper experience with mushrooms. I went with my best friend at the time called Midge, a small fellow (hence the name midge) with a cunning little smile. We’ll call him the Jackal from now on, as that’s the name he acquired for some reason. The jackal was fairly new to the drug scene, he’d only tried his first pill a few months ago, and although he was 22 he’d only done LSD before that, and of course his fair share of smoke. The jackal was a bit of a pothead.
This was going to be our first ethogenical adventure of the trip. We were staying at a campsite complex on the outskirts of the city, maybe a half hour ride on the crazy Amsterdam bikes in a little cabin with bunk beds and a little bit of chilling space. Better than I tent by far!
We bought our mushrooms during the day, an eighth bag of dried Mexican Cubensis each. The guy in the shop said only take half each and at the time that was understood and appreciated. We left the shop and made our way back to the campsite, weaving in and out of trams, buses and people and almost dying on several occasions. We eventually arrived back at about 17:30 and freshed up a bit, had a small spliff and then sat around thinking about the content of our pockets and how things were going to play out from here on in. We were both feeling quite relaxed and since it was early we decided to eat them and go for a wander, watch sunset, whatever. I ran off to the canteen and got a couple of bits of bread and some honey and jam so that we could put them in a sandwich and we sat down and started to prepare by cutting the shrooms into tiny pieces. We both put some in our bread, probably ¾ of the bag and then looked at each other. The Jackal commented on how there wasn’t much left so we might as well throw it in. “Hmmmmm, not wise” I debated. “Why not, we’re in Amsterdam” said the jackal “Amsterdam make you do strange things” Sly looks were exchanged and we tipped the rest into our sandwiches. I had honey and it was extremely pleasant and went down with out any problems. It was now almost 6pm
We had cleaned up a bit and put anything of importance in its respective place where it would hopefully remain. I decided to go to the toilet and as soon as I got outside I noticed things were brighter and had that unmistakable gleam to them that you get when your tripping. I remember thinking as I walked along that 15 minutes was pretty damn quick for them to kick in but it didn’t worry me. I came back to the cabin and told the jackal that things were glowing outside and that we should go for a wonder, he agreed and I locked up the cabin, making sure to put the key in my safe zipped up money belt. Double-checking that it wouldn’t get lost we started to walk out of the campsite and towards the bridge and then over to the other side. We weren’t exactly sure where we were going but found a little track on the left which seemed to go past a lake and some kind of mooring site with boats randomly hooked up up on the banks. This seemed nice enough so we ducked off the main path, (which was quite dull and only lead to the tram stop anyway) There was all this long grass to the right as we walked down and this Is when things definitely started kicking off. I commented that I thought it was snowing, either that or there were loads of small flying insects all around us. It was beginning to cloud my vision and because I wasn’t sure if they were real or not I wasn’t sure whether I should be worrying. We made it out of the snow just in time and the small path carried on in front of us. The banks and grass on either side stopped. We were now faced with a big open area of short grass, the track we were on carried on straight ahead and then forked left and right with another big area beyond that with a tree at the end. “This is like something out of Alice and wonderland” said the jackal. It was. Which way do we go?? We got to the point of decision and decided to flip a coin and see where chance would lead us. Heads. That was left. As we followed the path we noticed that it was leading into a bunch of trees, we stood our ground and went in, trying to maintain our courage but after a few more steps became aware that it was pitch black and quickly turned around and went back the way we came. An adventure is one thing. An adventure on an 1/8th of mushrooms into a pitch black forest is another. We got back to the crossroads and looked at each other. The jackal was laughing and looked even more jackalish than normal, we were both starting to feel the effects a bit more now which would account for why we were so scared of the dark forest. We decided to break free from the set path and head across the grass to our left, which lead to the big tree on the edge of the lake. It was starting to get dark now so it must have been 6:30ish.
As we neared the tree we heard voices but we couldn’t see anyone, we carried on walking and heard more voices that seemed to be shouting at us from the hedges in the dark off to our right, they all seemed to come at once. That was enough. We weren’t about to go near the people in the shadows; we quickly did a 180 and got the hell out of there. It seemed as if we weren’t meant to be here, first the dark forest and now this.. The people, whoever they were, had obviously not wanted us to come near their tree. Or maybe they hadn’t even seen us and were just being noisy, or maybe, just maybe, they didn’t exist. Either way there were bad vibes in that direction, and it scared us, so we headed for the path and walked it until we came to a park on our right. We chilled out, played on the swings for a bit and then left. I knew where we were now. The jackal went for a piss near a gate but had to cut it short as a man with a dog was approaching and was certainly going to get him. We ran off under another little bridge and then sat down under a tree to chill out and have a cigarette. It was dark now but the place was lit, I started feeling VERY hot and had to strip to my t-shirt for a while, that’ll be the shrooms kicking in some more I thought. We both decided we should head back to the safety of the cabin, the mushrooms were still only building up and things were slowly getting hectic. I wasn’t getting many visuals yet, things were still glowing more than usual and I was feeling quite lightheaded. My overheating subsided and we took the path back the way we came. By the time we had got back to the bridge things were picking up fast. We stopped on top of the bridge for a bit and the jackal seemed to be having problems with the pace and intensity of the situation. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not, or how serious. He just seemed worried and kept saying how intense it was. I tried to reassure him everything would be ok but my brain was also starting to become confused so I found it hard to find the right thing to say. “It’ll be sweet man, don’t worry. Lets go back to the shack”. He liked this idea but I had a bit of trouble convincing him that the steps going down the other side of the bridge were there and that he wouldnt simply fall off the edge.
As we walked into the campsite I realized how hard I was tripping. This was the first ‘full light’ situation in 15 minutes or more and the colours were mental. People walking past were leaving long trailers and sounds seemed to blend with the light in some way and then reflect of walls with a “ping”. The ground was sparkling as we walked along and I was finding it very pleasant, but the jackal was picking up his pace and had his head down, I knew he wasn’t ok and that made me nervous. We got back to the cabin and on the way I noticed huge cranes in the sky with lights that joined up with the stars to make some huge sculpture. I didn’t have time to analyze it though as the jackal was VERY intent on getting back to a safe dwelling. I searched for the key to unlock the door but my money belt had turned into a swamp and was like liquid when I put my hand into it. I couldn’t define any objects in it as being separate from the goo but I knew the key was down there and eventually pulled it out after giving the jackal the scare of his life. He was really starting to panic and I was getting worried. We got inside and immediately locked the door and shut the windows. There were people outside joking about and laughing….. it sounded evil. They were laughing at us, or laughing really loud to scare us. They knew we were tripping and were doing this to fuck us up. Or so it seemed. This was really getting to the jackal who jumped at every noise and definitely starting to freak out. I’m quite good at keeping my head and realized what was going on. We were tripping hard. Nobody was out to get us and I tried to speak to the jackal to calm him down a bit.
One thing that’s really hard when your tripping is trying to put any situation into perspective and clear it up, everything is just damn confusing, impossible to understand and communication always breaks down. The smallest thing becomes a mountain. I wanted to find out what he was feeling and how bad it was but had problems saying exactly what I needed to say in order to make the situation good, but the mirror in the background spiraling violently out of control distracted my attention. I managed to get my question out as best I could and the jackal replied by saying it was intense, scary, he thought he was going to die and that I was coming at him with knives. Ah. Not good then. I needed to calm him down and suggested he make a spliff to take his mind off things and he thought this was a good idea. He gave up halfway and then I had a little go and managed to make something smokeable. I suggested that he try and draw for a bit as it might help him relax but it didn’t and then he said he was going to sleep, things were just getting to fucked up and I was starting to freak him out. I didn’t think he could get to sleep and I thought it wouldn’t do any good but by now I was anxious to make everything good for my freaked out Jackal friend. He asked if the music, which I had put on as soon as we came in, could be turned down. I obliged. Then he wanted the lights dimmed and I tried my best, but since we were in a cabin I couldn’t do it and instead had to turn the lights completely off. As soon as I flicked the switch and the lights went off I was completely lost, just standing there, It was like switching off my brain and any memory of where I was. Just pitch black and me standing up. I remembered where I had come from……..the chair just a few steps behind me. I put my hand out behind me to try and find it so I could sit back down but only found a computer, which I knew I couldn’t sit on. “Fuck this” I thought. I found the light and put it back on. There was a limit and the light was it. I told the jackal it would have to stay on and he didn’t even seem to notice it, which was good. I sat back down on the chair, which was no longer a computer and started tripping out. By now everything was swirling, my head was buzzing and I felt paralyzed by the intensity of what was happening. I was in a resigned frame of mind, not scared by what I was experiencing but unable to move and think properly. I gave up and stared in the key in the door, watching it slowly melt and drip down. The mirror was spinning around and around with fractal fire patters zooming around the outside. I felt like I wanted to do something to make use of the chemical, I’ve always thought meditating would be interesting but I just didn’t have the energy to do it. I wanted to think about things, devise plans, come to conclusions, draw, whatever, but the mushrooms wouldn’t let me. The jackal was still curled up in a ball under his covers and I decided to turn the music up a bit and listen to a few tunes, it was a mix I had made before coming over and was getting to the more uplifting part which made nice images in my head and kept the walls pulsating. I sat there for a bit longer and then all of a sudden the jackal arose and seemed to be in good spirits, but slightly confused. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been sitting there, it could have been an hour or longer but the tunes had sure done the job! The jackal told me how he was spinning out and then tried to fall asleep but had this massive trip where he was on an operating table in a hospital and wasn’t sure if it was real, he thought he might wake up there and then the tunes came on, one particular tune, and he was on the back of the big dragon thing out of Never-Ending-Story on a massive ride somewhere. We chatted for a bit and had fun laughing at shoes and writing strange quotes down on paper, this was probably the best bit of the trip, the peak was over with, we were quite chilled and we could enjoy the effects of the mushrooms. Things were still spinning but slowly getting normal and then at 12:30am I noticed that I wasn’t tripping at all. It was very quick. In the space of 2 hours it had gone from chaos to normality, the mirror had stopped spinning, the key was no longer dripping onto the floor, the walls were quite still. Things still had a glow and mentally we weren’t 100% down, but it was quite a sudden realization. And it was only 12:30!!! I could have sworn the sun was going to rise soon! We sat around and smoked a fair bit and then eventually crashed our around 1:30
In retrospect I’d say it was a good trip, although it could have been a lot better. Having a friend that’s loosing it when your tripping is always a bit hard and if we’d only done half the bag it would have been more easy for us to manage. Saying that….. it was one hell of an experience! I think everyone has this latent desire to get lost. Go off somewhere random with no expectations. Go on a big adventure, do strange things and turn up somewhere unexpected. This trip wasn’t that extreme, but at times I thought it might be.
Looking forward to next time.
Chalk
Due to where I live I haven’t experience as many things as I would like, it’s a small area (island actually) so there’s generally not much selection, or availability of the selection if there is any. It sucks!! I got back from Thailand not so long ago where there were obviously loads of good things to try. I had a fling with the yabbas (little red meth pills) and a few other things, I really wanted to try mushrooms but unfortunately I got unlucky and never really had a decent trip and just felt utterly confused with no visuals and generally had a bad time. Where I live I’ve done my fair share of pills in the past 4 years but not to excess and tried LSD and Salvia bit, although I haven’t touched acid in a long while and im not that fussed about it really.
Onto to report then.
This was my 3rd time to Amsterdam and would be my first proper experience with mushrooms. I went with my best friend at the time called Midge, a small fellow (hence the name midge) with a cunning little smile. We’ll call him the Jackal from now on, as that’s the name he acquired for some reason. The jackal was fairly new to the drug scene, he’d only tried his first pill a few months ago, and although he was 22 he’d only done LSD before that, and of course his fair share of smoke. The jackal was a bit of a pothead.
This was going to be our first ethogenical adventure of the trip. We were staying at a campsite complex on the outskirts of the city, maybe a half hour ride on the crazy Amsterdam bikes in a little cabin with bunk beds and a little bit of chilling space. Better than I tent by far!
We bought our mushrooms during the day, an eighth bag of dried Mexican Cubensis each. The guy in the shop said only take half each and at the time that was understood and appreciated. We left the shop and made our way back to the campsite, weaving in and out of trams, buses and people and almost dying on several occasions. We eventually arrived back at about 17:30 and freshed up a bit, had a small spliff and then sat around thinking about the content of our pockets and how things were going to play out from here on in. We were both feeling quite relaxed and since it was early we decided to eat them and go for a wander, watch sunset, whatever. I ran off to the canteen and got a couple of bits of bread and some honey and jam so that we could put them in a sandwich and we sat down and started to prepare by cutting the shrooms into tiny pieces. We both put some in our bread, probably ¾ of the bag and then looked at each other. The Jackal commented on how there wasn’t much left so we might as well throw it in. “Hmmmmm, not wise” I debated. “Why not, we’re in Amsterdam” said the jackal “Amsterdam make you do strange things” Sly looks were exchanged and we tipped the rest into our sandwiches. I had honey and it was extremely pleasant and went down with out any problems. It was now almost 6pm
We had cleaned up a bit and put anything of importance in its respective place where it would hopefully remain. I decided to go to the toilet and as soon as I got outside I noticed things were brighter and had that unmistakable gleam to them that you get when your tripping. I remember thinking as I walked along that 15 minutes was pretty damn quick for them to kick in but it didn’t worry me. I came back to the cabin and told the jackal that things were glowing outside and that we should go for a wonder, he agreed and I locked up the cabin, making sure to put the key in my safe zipped up money belt. Double-checking that it wouldn’t get lost we started to walk out of the campsite and towards the bridge and then over to the other side. We weren’t exactly sure where we were going but found a little track on the left which seemed to go past a lake and some kind of mooring site with boats randomly hooked up up on the banks. This seemed nice enough so we ducked off the main path, (which was quite dull and only lead to the tram stop anyway) There was all this long grass to the right as we walked down and this Is when things definitely started kicking off. I commented that I thought it was snowing, either that or there were loads of small flying insects all around us. It was beginning to cloud my vision and because I wasn’t sure if they were real or not I wasn’t sure whether I should be worrying. We made it out of the snow just in time and the small path carried on in front of us. The banks and grass on either side stopped. We were now faced with a big open area of short grass, the track we were on carried on straight ahead and then forked left and right with another big area beyond that with a tree at the end. “This is like something out of Alice and wonderland” said the jackal. It was. Which way do we go?? We got to the point of decision and decided to flip a coin and see where chance would lead us. Heads. That was left. As we followed the path we noticed that it was leading into a bunch of trees, we stood our ground and went in, trying to maintain our courage but after a few more steps became aware that it was pitch black and quickly turned around and went back the way we came. An adventure is one thing. An adventure on an 1/8th of mushrooms into a pitch black forest is another. We got back to the crossroads and looked at each other. The jackal was laughing and looked even more jackalish than normal, we were both starting to feel the effects a bit more now which would account for why we were so scared of the dark forest. We decided to break free from the set path and head across the grass to our left, which lead to the big tree on the edge of the lake. It was starting to get dark now so it must have been 6:30ish.
As we neared the tree we heard voices but we couldn’t see anyone, we carried on walking and heard more voices that seemed to be shouting at us from the hedges in the dark off to our right, they all seemed to come at once. That was enough. We weren’t about to go near the people in the shadows; we quickly did a 180 and got the hell out of there. It seemed as if we weren’t meant to be here, first the dark forest and now this.. The people, whoever they were, had obviously not wanted us to come near their tree. Or maybe they hadn’t even seen us and were just being noisy, or maybe, just maybe, they didn’t exist. Either way there were bad vibes in that direction, and it scared us, so we headed for the path and walked it until we came to a park on our right. We chilled out, played on the swings for a bit and then left. I knew where we were now. The jackal went for a piss near a gate but had to cut it short as a man with a dog was approaching and was certainly going to get him. We ran off under another little bridge and then sat down under a tree to chill out and have a cigarette. It was dark now but the place was lit, I started feeling VERY hot and had to strip to my t-shirt for a while, that’ll be the shrooms kicking in some more I thought. We both decided we should head back to the safety of the cabin, the mushrooms were still only building up and things were slowly getting hectic. I wasn’t getting many visuals yet, things were still glowing more than usual and I was feeling quite lightheaded. My overheating subsided and we took the path back the way we came. By the time we had got back to the bridge things were picking up fast. We stopped on top of the bridge for a bit and the jackal seemed to be having problems with the pace and intensity of the situation. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not, or how serious. He just seemed worried and kept saying how intense it was. I tried to reassure him everything would be ok but my brain was also starting to become confused so I found it hard to find the right thing to say. “It’ll be sweet man, don’t worry. Lets go back to the shack”. He liked this idea but I had a bit of trouble convincing him that the steps going down the other side of the bridge were there and that he wouldnt simply fall off the edge.
As we walked into the campsite I realized how hard I was tripping. This was the first ‘full light’ situation in 15 minutes or more and the colours were mental. People walking past were leaving long trailers and sounds seemed to blend with the light in some way and then reflect of walls with a “ping”. The ground was sparkling as we walked along and I was finding it very pleasant, but the jackal was picking up his pace and had his head down, I knew he wasn’t ok and that made me nervous. We got back to the cabin and on the way I noticed huge cranes in the sky with lights that joined up with the stars to make some huge sculpture. I didn’t have time to analyze it though as the jackal was VERY intent on getting back to a safe dwelling. I searched for the key to unlock the door but my money belt had turned into a swamp and was like liquid when I put my hand into it. I couldn’t define any objects in it as being separate from the goo but I knew the key was down there and eventually pulled it out after giving the jackal the scare of his life. He was really starting to panic and I was getting worried. We got inside and immediately locked the door and shut the windows. There were people outside joking about and laughing….. it sounded evil. They were laughing at us, or laughing really loud to scare us. They knew we were tripping and were doing this to fuck us up. Or so it seemed. This was really getting to the jackal who jumped at every noise and definitely starting to freak out. I’m quite good at keeping my head and realized what was going on. We were tripping hard. Nobody was out to get us and I tried to speak to the jackal to calm him down a bit.
One thing that’s really hard when your tripping is trying to put any situation into perspective and clear it up, everything is just damn confusing, impossible to understand and communication always breaks down. The smallest thing becomes a mountain. I wanted to find out what he was feeling and how bad it was but had problems saying exactly what I needed to say in order to make the situation good, but the mirror in the background spiraling violently out of control distracted my attention. I managed to get my question out as best I could and the jackal replied by saying it was intense, scary, he thought he was going to die and that I was coming at him with knives. Ah. Not good then. I needed to calm him down and suggested he make a spliff to take his mind off things and he thought this was a good idea. He gave up halfway and then I had a little go and managed to make something smokeable. I suggested that he try and draw for a bit as it might help him relax but it didn’t and then he said he was going to sleep, things were just getting to fucked up and I was starting to freak him out. I didn’t think he could get to sleep and I thought it wouldn’t do any good but by now I was anxious to make everything good for my freaked out Jackal friend. He asked if the music, which I had put on as soon as we came in, could be turned down. I obliged. Then he wanted the lights dimmed and I tried my best, but since we were in a cabin I couldn’t do it and instead had to turn the lights completely off. As soon as I flicked the switch and the lights went off I was completely lost, just standing there, It was like switching off my brain and any memory of where I was. Just pitch black and me standing up. I remembered where I had come from……..the chair just a few steps behind me. I put my hand out behind me to try and find it so I could sit back down but only found a computer, which I knew I couldn’t sit on. “Fuck this” I thought. I found the light and put it back on. There was a limit and the light was it. I told the jackal it would have to stay on and he didn’t even seem to notice it, which was good. I sat back down on the chair, which was no longer a computer and started tripping out. By now everything was swirling, my head was buzzing and I felt paralyzed by the intensity of what was happening. I was in a resigned frame of mind, not scared by what I was experiencing but unable to move and think properly. I gave up and stared in the key in the door, watching it slowly melt and drip down. The mirror was spinning around and around with fractal fire patters zooming around the outside. I felt like I wanted to do something to make use of the chemical, I’ve always thought meditating would be interesting but I just didn’t have the energy to do it. I wanted to think about things, devise plans, come to conclusions, draw, whatever, but the mushrooms wouldn’t let me. The jackal was still curled up in a ball under his covers and I decided to turn the music up a bit and listen to a few tunes, it was a mix I had made before coming over and was getting to the more uplifting part which made nice images in my head and kept the walls pulsating. I sat there for a bit longer and then all of a sudden the jackal arose and seemed to be in good spirits, but slightly confused. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been sitting there, it could have been an hour or longer but the tunes had sure done the job! The jackal told me how he was spinning out and then tried to fall asleep but had this massive trip where he was on an operating table in a hospital and wasn’t sure if it was real, he thought he might wake up there and then the tunes came on, one particular tune, and he was on the back of the big dragon thing out of Never-Ending-Story on a massive ride somewhere. We chatted for a bit and had fun laughing at shoes and writing strange quotes down on paper, this was probably the best bit of the trip, the peak was over with, we were quite chilled and we could enjoy the effects of the mushrooms. Things were still spinning but slowly getting normal and then at 12:30am I noticed that I wasn’t tripping at all. It was very quick. In the space of 2 hours it had gone from chaos to normality, the mirror had stopped spinning, the key was no longer dripping onto the floor, the walls were quite still. Things still had a glow and mentally we weren’t 100% down, but it was quite a sudden realization. And it was only 12:30!!! I could have sworn the sun was going to rise soon! We sat around and smoked a fair bit and then eventually crashed our around 1:30
In retrospect I’d say it was a good trip, although it could have been a lot better. Having a friend that’s loosing it when your tripping is always a bit hard and if we’d only done half the bag it would have been more easy for us to manage. Saying that….. it was one hell of an experience! I think everyone has this latent desire to get lost. Go off somewhere random with no expectations. Go on a big adventure, do strange things and turn up somewhere unexpected. This trip wasn’t that extreme, but at times I thought it might be.
Looking forward to next time.
Chalk
