psilosara
Bluelighter
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- May 13, 2003
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I was lucky enough to hear from bluedolphin long before he ate all the substances he acquired one lucky night before a dylan show. I was so excited to hear that the shrooms he got were blue with psilocybin. We decided that he could take the three fuller gelcaps and I would take the other three. We were waiting for a friend to come home, in his home, impatiently watching tv. I was more impatient, and around 8 told bluedolphin that eating now would be perfect, even though our friend had not returned. He didn't need persuasion =).
I had not eaten much at all that day and was excited for the trip. I have never taken more than a half 8th of shrooms before, that dose has always served me very well, always giving me giggles, mild to moderate euphoria, and some satisfying introspective hours. We went down to the pool to smoke a bowl soon after ingesting, and I was looking forward to more effects than the butterflies of excitement I had for the night to come. I like to smoke a single bowl about 15 minutes to a half hour after eating the shrooms, I find that it boosts the come-up pleasantly and starts me on an accelerated trip.
Our friend came home, named I think years ago by bluedolphin 'chico guaverez,' and it was time for dinner. The smell of the frying popcorn chicken made me a little queasy, which was really disappointing. So I only ate one and then put my mind on other things. I was actually pretty shaken up that day and was curious where the drug would take me. I hoped that instead of plunging me into a night of self-deprication and hatred, it would mark a new beginning, from which I could take some new strength.
I could tell that this trip would be internal. Although I do get visuals from shrooms (one of the reasons they are my favorite psychedelic), I could also tell that this time would be a little mild in comparison. My mind was busy, but not with thought patterns I expected. No, tonight I would accept a little mindfuck and let some gibberish go on in my head. It's something I've always enjoyed from lsa, letting my mind go without prompting from me. This was nothing in comparison to lsa but it was different and I was curious what would happen in the next few hours. I remember worrying about a friend forced to take this semester off from school, I was really worried about how he was going to take it, then found myself thinking about something completely random and decided to turn to the conversation in the room. It was only an hour or so into the night.
I wanted to swim, to feel the water, float, look at the stars. It was beautiful. It was intense. The pool was chilly but I wanted to float dammit so I sucked it up and took the cool. Holding onto an innertube and looking up at the stars, I could lean back and feel completely at peace in that pool, but soon I looked at the water's reflection on the nearby trees dancing around and in awe I was frustrated because of how distracted I got. I wanted to enjoy the view but found my head wanting to constantly think of something else. Then I realized it was too intense. The water, the cold, the tripping, the nausea. I got out of the pool soon after, and tried to relax. I wasn't sure whether the shrooms were nasty and strong or just nasty ( I will only eat mushrooms with benefits, I really don't like the taste or consistency). I think it was around this time that I had a cigarette. That helped and calmed me, then made the nausea a bit worse. After another half hour or so the overwhelming intensity and nausea had subsided, and the night changed.
We started to smoke bowls constantly. I got so high that I would start zoning out and think as if I were extremely high, finding myself in a paranoid downward spiral (I should add here that after the breakup weed had changed for me, every time I smoked I got paranoid, twitchy, and sad. I tended to really annoy myself and had decided to stop smoking for a while unless I was going to be tripping). So I would say to myself in my head, hey, you're not just high, you took mushrooms, don't ignore those. And the bad thinking would stop and I would start on something else. I really liked being able to switch between them and feel either or, or just both, which made me really happy and pleased with myself. I shared this and bluedolphin said he had just been experiencing the same. How neat for us.
This became my most odd experience with shrooms to date when people starting arriving at chico's. Some people I knew well, some people not so well. My old friend Z and his friend Burnsie who I hadn't seen in 5 years came with my friend A. They had no idea I was tripping but they thoroughly entertained all of us high and tripping folk. I decided that swimming would be good, as the water would be warmer. Everyone decided to stick around for a swim. I was the first in the pool and this time the water was perfect. I smoked a ciggie and talked to people, everything was funny. I remember thinking to myself to remember this night, that things were pretty good. That was exactly what I needed.
The rest of the night went slower, getting more high and more comfortable, I was surprised I was having so much fun socializing. Mushrooms are usually a personal experience for me, I like to find one thing I find beautiful and just admire it for a night, losing myself in thoughts and reflections. That night though I was socializing, talking and cracking jokes with sober friends. It was different, and I worried I was wasting the night, but I couldn't have with all the fun I had. It was a nice change.
When I got cold and went inside I found my radiator. I call my beautiful thing 'my radiator' because my first time on shrooms I spent over an hour chain-smoking in front of a radiator that aged and snowed and dripped paint, sharing its existence with me. That night it was the floor. Chico's kitchen tile is cream with small pink roses with stems on every other tile. The roses bloomed and became brilliant pink and then faded and once more grew and swayed and bloomed again. I had never seen a more beautiful floor. I don't know how long I was lost there. But it was peaceful. I wasn't really tripping anymore, but the residual visuals were wonderful.
The night of course continued with the cactus-capture and arguments over who gets which stalks. The boys seemed to be having a great time deciding to immediately begin preparation and I decided to leave them to it. I would get up for work the next morning way too early. Afterwards I would eat my first real acid. But this took so long to write out that'll be another procrastination project.
Thanks bd.
I had not eaten much at all that day and was excited for the trip. I have never taken more than a half 8th of shrooms before, that dose has always served me very well, always giving me giggles, mild to moderate euphoria, and some satisfying introspective hours. We went down to the pool to smoke a bowl soon after ingesting, and I was looking forward to more effects than the butterflies of excitement I had for the night to come. I like to smoke a single bowl about 15 minutes to a half hour after eating the shrooms, I find that it boosts the come-up pleasantly and starts me on an accelerated trip.
Our friend came home, named I think years ago by bluedolphin 'chico guaverez,' and it was time for dinner. The smell of the frying popcorn chicken made me a little queasy, which was really disappointing. So I only ate one and then put my mind on other things. I was actually pretty shaken up that day and was curious where the drug would take me. I hoped that instead of plunging me into a night of self-deprication and hatred, it would mark a new beginning, from which I could take some new strength.
I could tell that this trip would be internal. Although I do get visuals from shrooms (one of the reasons they are my favorite psychedelic), I could also tell that this time would be a little mild in comparison. My mind was busy, but not with thought patterns I expected. No, tonight I would accept a little mindfuck and let some gibberish go on in my head. It's something I've always enjoyed from lsa, letting my mind go without prompting from me. This was nothing in comparison to lsa but it was different and I was curious what would happen in the next few hours. I remember worrying about a friend forced to take this semester off from school, I was really worried about how he was going to take it, then found myself thinking about something completely random and decided to turn to the conversation in the room. It was only an hour or so into the night.
I wanted to swim, to feel the water, float, look at the stars. It was beautiful. It was intense. The pool was chilly but I wanted to float dammit so I sucked it up and took the cool. Holding onto an innertube and looking up at the stars, I could lean back and feel completely at peace in that pool, but soon I looked at the water's reflection on the nearby trees dancing around and in awe I was frustrated because of how distracted I got. I wanted to enjoy the view but found my head wanting to constantly think of something else. Then I realized it was too intense. The water, the cold, the tripping, the nausea. I got out of the pool soon after, and tried to relax. I wasn't sure whether the shrooms were nasty and strong or just nasty ( I will only eat mushrooms with benefits, I really don't like the taste or consistency). I think it was around this time that I had a cigarette. That helped and calmed me, then made the nausea a bit worse. After another half hour or so the overwhelming intensity and nausea had subsided, and the night changed.
We started to smoke bowls constantly. I got so high that I would start zoning out and think as if I were extremely high, finding myself in a paranoid downward spiral (I should add here that after the breakup weed had changed for me, every time I smoked I got paranoid, twitchy, and sad. I tended to really annoy myself and had decided to stop smoking for a while unless I was going to be tripping). So I would say to myself in my head, hey, you're not just high, you took mushrooms, don't ignore those. And the bad thinking would stop and I would start on something else. I really liked being able to switch between them and feel either or, or just both, which made me really happy and pleased with myself. I shared this and bluedolphin said he had just been experiencing the same. How neat for us.
This became my most odd experience with shrooms to date when people starting arriving at chico's. Some people I knew well, some people not so well. My old friend Z and his friend Burnsie who I hadn't seen in 5 years came with my friend A. They had no idea I was tripping but they thoroughly entertained all of us high and tripping folk. I decided that swimming would be good, as the water would be warmer. Everyone decided to stick around for a swim. I was the first in the pool and this time the water was perfect. I smoked a ciggie and talked to people, everything was funny. I remember thinking to myself to remember this night, that things were pretty good. That was exactly what I needed.
The rest of the night went slower, getting more high and more comfortable, I was surprised I was having so much fun socializing. Mushrooms are usually a personal experience for me, I like to find one thing I find beautiful and just admire it for a night, losing myself in thoughts and reflections. That night though I was socializing, talking and cracking jokes with sober friends. It was different, and I worried I was wasting the night, but I couldn't have with all the fun I had. It was a nice change.
When I got cold and went inside I found my radiator. I call my beautiful thing 'my radiator' because my first time on shrooms I spent over an hour chain-smoking in front of a radiator that aged and snowed and dripped paint, sharing its existence with me. That night it was the floor. Chico's kitchen tile is cream with small pink roses with stems on every other tile. The roses bloomed and became brilliant pink and then faded and once more grew and swayed and bloomed again. I had never seen a more beautiful floor. I don't know how long I was lost there. But it was peaceful. I wasn't really tripping anymore, but the residual visuals were wonderful.
The night of course continued with the cactus-capture and arguments over who gets which stalks. The boys seemed to be having a great time deciding to immediately begin preparation and I decided to leave them to it. I would get up for work the next morning way too early. Afterwards I would eat my first real acid. But this took so long to write out that'll be another procrastination project.
Thanks bd.
