Suchgreatheights
Bluelighter
The 1/8th of mushrooms I ate were spotted and swirled with gold. Home grown in San Francisco. Caps and Stems.
Over last winter, (2003-2004) I went to visit an old friend in San Francisco. The day I arrived my friend asked me what kinds of drugs I had been doing over the time since we had last seen each other. I told her nothing new but I wanted to shroom. That night it was all arranged. I spent my whole next day preparing to trip by listening to my favorite cd and meditating. I also went to a yoga/modern dance class and prepared my body.
The mushrooms didn’t kick in for the first 45 minutes. I was sitting in a deep red painted bedroom with at least twenty candles burning throughout the room. The first thing I noticed was the candles flickering. Everyone in the room had been silent and there were no open doors or windows. Finally things began to take shape. In front of me I noticed a flower etched into the floor. It was blooming slowly, as my trip progressed from starting into happening. I must have watched the flower in the floor bloom for at least twenty minutes.
An hour later I was sitting on the porch, looking out over the entire Bay area at night. Shining stars above me, and a huge warm blanket keeping me warm. I sat on that porch and smoked cigarettes for until I ran out. By that time I was probably in the second or third hour of my actual trip. I made some phone calls, and went back inside.
At this point I walk around the entire house finding every mirror. Then I start back at the beginning and see the way my face changes from mirror to mirror. I fall in love with myself over and over again. I see myself and wonder why girls have image issues when we are all so beautiful. On the phone with my boyfriend, I stand in front of a full length mirror, lock the door, and strip of my clothing. It does not feel shameful or wrong, though I am in a stranger’s house and a stranger’s bedroom. It feels right and beautiful. My boyfriend and I retrace every curve, every crevice of my body with our words. I am touching myself, and feeling things I have never felt, though not in a sexual way. It is hard to explain but I loved my own touch. Finally I get dressed again and head downstairs.
When I get downstairs, everyone is sitting on the couch watching television except for the two other people tripping. However having multiple trips within the same small space tends to get kind of dangerous, so I pass them and sit down in front of the Christmas tree. The lights are shining at me, but not blinking. I hallucinate that the tree is breathing. Very much alive, and very much in love with me. It makes my body feel jittery, but in an exciting way. I feel like I am breathing air for the first time and really coming alive. I feel my heart beating heavily, like a cartoon character who is in love. The whole night is full of love.
Another friend comes to pick me up. I had actually met him the night before, but we had become fast friends. I leave the house I am at and go to his apartment where another friend is hanging out. Being in a car was like flying through space and being able to hear it. I believed for more than a few minutes that I had been magically transported, like the wheels weren’t even touching the ground. I am coming down slowly but surely by this point as it has been well over 5 hours since I began to trip. We get to his house and blow about a gram between the two of us of uncut, just across the border cocaine. It is almost three in the morning at this point. My trip is slower in it’s descent now because of the cocaine, so I continue to body trip for another hour, however no more hallucinations
. My body feels like it has been twisted into a wire and then bent into some shape or other. It is a wonderful feeling though.
That night changed my life. By the time I left San Francisco, I had fallen in love with that friend, and we are still together almost a year later. If it weren’t for mushrooms, I may never have even met him. I know this was a long report, but it was an amazing trip. Every time I’ve tripped since, I have re-tripped on those stars over the Bay. Those stars always seem to reappear in my trips now. It’s beautiful, and it reminds me of my true home. Cocaine is not something I continued doing for much longer after that, but I have to say it was fun while it lasted. I don’t recommend it however because it is a big waste of money. I happen to believe that the world would be a better place if everyone did mushrooms at least once in their lives. Everyone I know has become a better person, more aware of themselves and others, and become much happier since they did shrooms in a safe environment and mostly healthy state of mind.
Over last winter, (2003-2004) I went to visit an old friend in San Francisco. The day I arrived my friend asked me what kinds of drugs I had been doing over the time since we had last seen each other. I told her nothing new but I wanted to shroom. That night it was all arranged. I spent my whole next day preparing to trip by listening to my favorite cd and meditating. I also went to a yoga/modern dance class and prepared my body.
The mushrooms didn’t kick in for the first 45 minutes. I was sitting in a deep red painted bedroom with at least twenty candles burning throughout the room. The first thing I noticed was the candles flickering. Everyone in the room had been silent and there were no open doors or windows. Finally things began to take shape. In front of me I noticed a flower etched into the floor. It was blooming slowly, as my trip progressed from starting into happening. I must have watched the flower in the floor bloom for at least twenty minutes.
An hour later I was sitting on the porch, looking out over the entire Bay area at night. Shining stars above me, and a huge warm blanket keeping me warm. I sat on that porch and smoked cigarettes for until I ran out. By that time I was probably in the second or third hour of my actual trip. I made some phone calls, and went back inside.
At this point I walk around the entire house finding every mirror. Then I start back at the beginning and see the way my face changes from mirror to mirror. I fall in love with myself over and over again. I see myself and wonder why girls have image issues when we are all so beautiful. On the phone with my boyfriend, I stand in front of a full length mirror, lock the door, and strip of my clothing. It does not feel shameful or wrong, though I am in a stranger’s house and a stranger’s bedroom. It feels right and beautiful. My boyfriend and I retrace every curve, every crevice of my body with our words. I am touching myself, and feeling things I have never felt, though not in a sexual way. It is hard to explain but I loved my own touch. Finally I get dressed again and head downstairs.
When I get downstairs, everyone is sitting on the couch watching television except for the two other people tripping. However having multiple trips within the same small space tends to get kind of dangerous, so I pass them and sit down in front of the Christmas tree. The lights are shining at me, but not blinking. I hallucinate that the tree is breathing. Very much alive, and very much in love with me. It makes my body feel jittery, but in an exciting way. I feel like I am breathing air for the first time and really coming alive. I feel my heart beating heavily, like a cartoon character who is in love. The whole night is full of love.
Another friend comes to pick me up. I had actually met him the night before, but we had become fast friends. I leave the house I am at and go to his apartment where another friend is hanging out. Being in a car was like flying through space and being able to hear it. I believed for more than a few minutes that I had been magically transported, like the wheels weren’t even touching the ground. I am coming down slowly but surely by this point as it has been well over 5 hours since I began to trip. We get to his house and blow about a gram between the two of us of uncut, just across the border cocaine. It is almost three in the morning at this point. My trip is slower in it’s descent now because of the cocaine, so I continue to body trip for another hour, however no more hallucinations
. My body feels like it has been twisted into a wire and then bent into some shape or other. It is a wonderful feeling though. That night changed my life. By the time I left San Francisco, I had fallen in love with that friend, and we are still together almost a year later. If it weren’t for mushrooms, I may never have even met him. I know this was a long report, but it was an amazing trip. Every time I’ve tripped since, I have re-tripped on those stars over the Bay. Those stars always seem to reappear in my trips now. It’s beautiful, and it reminds me of my true home. Cocaine is not something I continued doing for much longer after that, but I have to say it was fun while it lasted. I don’t recommend it however because it is a big waste of money. I happen to believe that the world would be a better place if everyone did mushrooms at least once in their lives. Everyone I know has become a better person, more aware of themselves and others, and become much happier since they did shrooms in a safe environment and mostly healthy state of mind.
