(Mushrooms/3.5g) - Semi-Experienced - A Magical Journey - All Aboard.

[SuperVision]

So the setting takes place in a campsite during a beautiful August weekend, I was with my 3 closest friends, none of which had tried magical shrooms before. I would not consider myself very experienced as I have only consumed them on 3 amazing occasions before. I love tripping at night for the stars, for nothing sends me on a journey like thinking about the stars and potential life forms in the great universe above our heads.

Swim planned the event and got the ingredients for the trip and we set off on our adventure. We planned to do them on the 2nd night, so that we were all setup and comfortable with the environment. With an ample amount of bud and 36 beers at our side, we were ready for the weekend. One of my friends, planned on being our trip sitter. He was going to smoke bud and drink beers and make sure we didn?€™t disturb our neighbours.

Around 7pm on the 2nd night, we made huge prime rib burgers, with grilled onions, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, mayo, and ketchup. We put the shrooms inside. I told my 2 ?€œtripping?€ friends that 2g is more then enough for a first time. I myself planned on a full 1/8th, which was my first time at such a large dose. I explained that if it starts going sideways remember to tell yourself that you?€™re on a drug and everything will be ok very soon. We each wrote a note to ourselves stating that we took shrooms and this is supposed to be fun and enjoyable. Enjoy the ride and see you on the other side .

So we eat our delicious burgers and we?€™re listening to music (miike snow) from my headphones (played loudly) which were wrapped around my neck. I had to put my head phones down, as I became very aware of them ?€œchoking?€ me lol. We had a nice roaring fire in front of us and the sun was starting to go down. After about 45 minutes -1hour, I felt very euphoric and the three of us were talking a million miles a minute about how this was really feeling like mdma with little to no anxiety on the come up. It was simply bliss, I started to notice different shapes in tress and the leaves started to smudge together almost like they had been rubbed out with a neon pastel.

The only annoying thing was that the communal water tap was about 10m from the edge of our individual campsite and this b**ch was washing a huge pile of dishes for about 30minutes and staring at us. We had no privacy for that half hour. My sitter told me later that he was so angry because he could tell that it was affecting us and making us slightly agitated. So he went over and told her to take a bucket of water back to her campsite and wash the dishes there.

An hour and half into the trip, the earth began breathing. It?€™s difficult to explain but the bright sun setting behind the trees made it look as if they were all smiling and waving to us. The trees were saying with their eyes ?€œwelcome, I missed you!!?€ I was so happy, to be connected with nature, I looked at my friends and they had huge smiles on their faces. We decided, to blaze a little bit of a weed. At that moment the sun ?€œplopped?€ behind the horizon and a wave whisked through the trees and a very slight darkened shadow covered us all in that split second. I started laughing, what was funny you ask? Who cares, I was in complete bliss.

The joint came to me, I inhaled but felt nothing. It didn?€™t seem like smoke or the fond taste I would definitely recognize. I brought the joint to my lips again and within a split second my whole arm had went into my face and I could only see my elbow. My vision was diffracted and I tried to reach for the arm being sucked into myself with my other free hand. What was strange was I felt my ?€œstuck?€ hand with my free hand, even though I couldn?€™t see it. I started laughing, even though I was sure I didn?€™t have a mouth anymore and remembered that I was on a drug and it was impacting my vision. Laughing to myself, I accepted it and reminded myself that I can?€™t trust any of my senses, because of this altered state.

I started to look beyond myself, which had been very distracting. I finally noticed the trees, the fire and encroaching darkness of night. I looked at the fire pit, with the blazing flames?€? Then suddenly tubes of every colour covered the entire ground and were twisting toward the fire very slowly. They were about 20m long and ?€œsnaked?€ around each other. I blinked, and then the tubes were filled with geometric patterns, and almost ?€œleopard print?€ pattern, the tubes were still weaving towards the fire. Then in an instant they turned into snakes and suddenly hundreds of snake heads turned and looked directly at me with beating yellow and black eyes.

In a reflex I looked up and saw thousands of eyes in the trees and all around me looking at me. Within my soul, to the very core of my being. I wondered what they saw in me. Had I been a good enough student, son, brother, boyfriend, lover in my seemingly short life. I became aware of how young I really was (in my early 20?€™s) and how many life experiences I had yet to enjoy, triumph and despair.

This is when my friend took out his note, probably around the 2 hour mark. He read it, I saw him nod in acceptance. Then he took it out again. I watched him like his guide, his protector of the trip since swim had planned the event and ensured they would have a good time. He re-read the note several times, and like déjà vu he kept taking it out of his pocket. Finally I said, bro don?€™t worry, you already read it. He says ?€œWhat I did????€ He had a terrible look of fear in his eyes. This is when he said, I don?€™t like this?€? I?€™m just not a fan. I wasn?€™t expecting this. I?€™m going to throw up and everything will be ok right?€?

I told him, this is a perfectly acceptable reaction and that throwing up would be very loud (for our neighbours) and that it would probably be way too intense of a feeling to go through with. I tried to calm him down and tell him that it was already in his bloodstream and that it would be over soon. My other friend looked at me with tears in his eyes.. He said ?€œI don?€™t want it to end soon?€

I whispered to him ?€œlook at the stars?€? they are out and amazing aren?€™t they??€ he looked up with astonishment. This rocketed him back into his trip.

My friend who was freaking out, started making me very uncomfortable and our sitter took over for me. He was pacing like a mad man somewhere off behind me in the darkness, and I went back to my seat by the fire with my friend staring at the night sky.

This is the first time I ever had visuals on magic shrooms, usually I just get profound thoughts about life and my mind wanders without boundaries. If anyone wants to hear part 2 of the trip.. I will write it by popular demand.

Trip Happy Everyone.

Much Love.

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[Jesusgreen]

Welcome to Bluelight!

We have a Trip Reports forum for this sort of thing

This will be moved there soon but since you're new here, you have a chance to reply first.

Nice report.

 

[SuperVision]

ahh totally missed that section. thx for the heads up.

 

[Jesusgreen]

PD -> Trip Reports

 

[kingme]

well, it is a nice read! do go on with your story mate!
i dont think you have to wait for popular demend to continue in general, if the trip is worth it and the words come to mind, just put it down, for yourself at least!. i like re reading through some of my earliest experiences... takes me right back and i remember why i even took this road in the first place...

 

[SuperVision]

PART II



The quest was about to begin, my friend (we’ll call him JJ) was gazing up at the sky and radiating positive energy. This calmed me down a little bit and slowly the anxiety associated with my friend freaking out (we’ll call him D) began to melt away into the abyss of my subconscious. The forest was now extremely dark, I saw myself clawing through the darkness over large tree roots covered in wet leaves. A force on my back edged me through the night.

Flecks of bright yellow and red embers fluttered in the wind, passed my field of vision. I kept my head down and averted my gaze to the ground beneath me. I became aware of the earth beneath me shifting and elevating. A massive mountain of jagged rock and darkness presented a long winding path further then I could see. Looking backwards thorn bushes containing blazing white lights amassed into a great wall. I stared at one of the lights, which became clear to me that someone was watching over my progress. A brilliant pair of eyes beckoned me forward up the winding path. Streaks and waves of blue and green flickered across the blackness of the rock.

Each step, effortless, almost as if I was floating as my pace quickened along this path. It became narrower, and I realized that on each side of me were solid rock walls. Forward progress was the only option; claustrophobia was imminent as I squeezed through the shear face of the jagged rock and stone.

My legs felt unresponsive; I looked down at my hands, they appeared diffracted and pale. The walls were closing in around me, I thrust forward, turning a corner as quick as I could, my eyes were fixated on the darkness behind me. Turning around sharply I was on a sheer cliff, teetering for balance on the ledge, facing blazing flames. A massive canyon of flames and white-hot ash appeared to be my impending fate. I felt my footing slip and I became weightless, I closed my eyes.

Immediately I was entranced by thousands of small pink and orange balls forming 2D pictures. At first the figure wasn’t anything specific, but it transformed into the most realistic of cartoon characters. The balls echoed a sonic frequency of ripple effect lights. New ripples became appearing at every corner of my vision. I heard a slight buzzing; I became aware that it was beside my ear. It was only for a brief second but the buzzing immediately threw my mindset onto the back of a mosquito. I was flying through the trees, gripping the hair-like surface beneath me. A dull yellow light morphed and manipulated in front of me. I couldn’t make out details as the wings fluttered at my sides, as we weaved in and out of tress and in circles. All the while I tried to gaze upon the morphing light. This was a light from an RV in a campsite stall next to ours, through 20m of trees and bushes.

The back of the mosquito I was trying to grip so tightly was actually a picnic table bench. I turned around and my friend JJ was now writing ferociously on a blank piece of a paper. I got up and walked around the bench even though I didn’t remember leaving my spot beside the fire. I studied his writing on the paper; however, I couldn’t see any ink coming from his pen. Letters began appearing, which blew my mind. I returned back to my seat at the fire.

Sitting back at the fire, unaware of who I was or where I was. I looked to my right, seeing double of D who had his mouth gaping and was staring straight into the night sky; his hands were covered in dirt and ripped up grass.

Looking up, I saw the stars and imagined endlessly. I finally found a primitive sense of self. Examining my natural traits. I looked at my hands and my arms. These were tools. So many things are made possible because I have access to hands with the ability to touch, grip, claw and perform tasks without even conscious manipulation. I thought of my brain. The central command center of this physical body I drove. I thought of myself as if I was a machine. My brain was the control and it was an endless network of electrical impulses sending out orders without pre-meditative thought.

At this point, I asked myself; why am I impairing my command centre, my body’s sense of touch, taste, smell and hearing capacity. What was it that made me so aware of my own system of life, which was fighting to regain control in the madness of mushrooms.

I thought about the choices I have in life. I can focus on building things with my hands, legs and using my back to haul various materials. Or I can use my critical thinking and ability to perform complex mental tasks. At that instant, I became aware that the only thing that would make me happy is to pursue the unknown. To learn how to make discoveries and fail time after time, in search for higher truth. The realization of truth was not the end goal. But the process of searching would become my life’s work. My ability to work with others and form the magenta fabric of understanding would bring benchmarks of happiness and reward.

Could I learn a new technique or discover an enzyme or protein essential to the activation of a latent disease. The neuro-chemical pathways of the brain and the central nervous system all but at my fingertips if I asked the right questions.

Was there life on this planet that could understand things without being taught? A gift, a connection with meaning of life? Are we supposed to understand? From dust we rise and from dust we shall return. In our time here in this perceived reality, can we alter our destiny and is being happy truly enough? What is it we hope to accomplish? Why is every person’s dreams and aspirations unique?

The questions were endless, my subconscious filling in the gaps as the cosmos of space rushed behind my eyelids. The warm air of the fire rising to my cool cheeks. The heat, kissing my skin softly and providing me with a warm and safe feeling.

Slowly I was beginning to feel more grounded and my old self was coming back. It was a relief to some extent. I became thankful in an unexplainable sort of way. The warm comfort of my sleeping bag would become my reality shortly as the mental trip had taken its toll. I was exhausted, but couldn’t sleep. Sleep I must, in time. For tomorrow is a new day.