Putingrad
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This experience occured just two nights ago.
I am at a bit of transitional phase in my life. I have recently broken up with my girlfriend of 1 and a half years, I am going home in five days to see my family and do some thinking about where I want to go from here (strongly considering leaving the current town I'm in), and WWOOFing (World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms) on a farm in the Southeast for a month (as a way to spend time outdoors, learn about something I desperately wish to do and know more of, and clear my head).
It's summertime now, and just starting to get warmer where I live which means... camping! Me and a few of my immediate circle or close friends wake up one morning and decide that this would be the day we first do it, and starting getting our shit together, and inviting more people to go up to a great isolated spot we know in the mountains complete with a firepit and an amazing view. As it's Memorial Day weekend, many people are off work and recently out of school, so many end up going, a total of fourteen. I am very excited as these are many of my close friends, and camping is always a blast!
With some tetris style stacking, we all manage to fit into a couple cars with all our gear and head up. We reach our spot and start unpacking and setting up. We have brought with us mushrooms which we munch on over the course of several hours, and for myself - a tenth gram of pure MDMA.
8:30 PM: We're set up, and the fourteen of us begin eating the mushrooms, cooking some food over the fire, smoking a few joints. This is such a beautiful spot, and I feel great being where I am, surrounded by so many people I love and have shared so much with.
8:50: About half the group wanders off with a few water jugs to locate a nearby stream to bring back and purifty with iodine tablets.
9:00: I and we start feeling the mushrooms. They are quite potent and I have eaten them frequently over the last couple weeks, so I have a moderate tolerance to them and am eating more than everyone else. A couple of my friends start serenading us with some music while we all shoot the shit. Outdoor settings are so perfect for mushrooms... and my god, the visions you will have looking into a roaring flame.
9:30: Lightly tripping, I begin snorting the MDMA powder over the next fifteen minutes. Insufflated MDMA comes on very quickly for me, and before I know it I am feeling quite happy, but uncharacteristically introspective for what these two drugs typically do for me in combination. I am loving the physical sensations, the good company, and the clarity this is giving me mentally.
9:45: I wander some yards away from the firepit, through some trees and towards the edge of the cliff-area we are perched on, looking over our city and many more of its surrounding towns from above. It is partly cloudy, with what seems to be a perfect half-moon. As I am now alone looking at this majestic sight, the introspective aspect of this trip starts to come to the fore. I become vaguely sad, but still content, as I think about what my recent ex is doing and if she is okay. She is doing a very important job for a couple months out-of-state and won't be visiting til she comes back in august, and our paths are starting to diverge in our lives with what we want and want to do, so we decided to split up. It was on beautiful, great terms. But it's still hard, and I know it is for her too from the couple times I've talked to her. Although we had many great times, we also had many bad, and many of those memories are still fresh in heart and mind. I start to feel guilt and think on regrets for my role in the rough parts of our relationship - my insecurities, the fear, the all-consuming nature of the relationship at times for me. It feels... unfair that though we both feel so much love so strongly towards each other, we couldn't completely forget the past, and keep our emotions in check, and stay together. Something was off, both of us were at fault, and that realization for both of us and the different places we want to live and travel to in life made us reach this decision.
I close my eyes and breathe, and let the gentle rushes flow over me. I begin to feel more at ease... I open my eyes and look at the clouds above the lights down below, all gently ebbing. I block out the distant sound of voices, and am engulfed in peaceful silence, save that of my breath and occasionally muted exclamations. "Wow..."
Two of my friends come over to check out the view. They are two close friends who fell in love and got together several months ago, and have been a great couple, it was a long time coming. We share a couple beers and smoke a cigarette, I think about how happy they make each other and how happy I am for them, as we fall silent for a few minutes, communally taking in the view. I think about my own plans for the summer, and how I know I will find a path for me although things seem uncertain now. I think of my ex and know that she is doing fine and how much I want to keep her in my life somehow. I am starting to feel a little cold away from the pit, and this particular introspective period of thought seems to be coming to and end, so I head back over to the circle by the fire.
10:45: Laughing, talking, playing music, feeling great! It has been about two hours since half our friends went to get water, taking all the flashlights with them... we begin to realize this and get a little spooked... what's taking so long? It's been awhile and they're all on mushrooms save two people and it's quite dark out. They're a smart group of people so we are not too worried though.
12:30: It starts drizzling, we start putting some things we don't want to get wet into the few tents we have set up. I have been eating the mushrooms gradually over these few hours, maintaining a steady, light trip. The MDMA is still doing it's work, although beginning to wear off. The other half has still not returned... a couple people begin to get visibly worried. My fears are are quite minimal, probably due to the MDMA... although rationally I realize that this is some cause for concern.
1:15: Finally! We hear a couple woops from the woods and begin to cheer, then see the flashlights. They've returned! Turns out they had a hard time finding the water, and in their shroominess, refused to turn back and walked around until they hunted the stream down. Here all fourteen of us are, as we intended coming up here, laughing and mingling around the flame. As I move around the circle talking to various friends, I am looking at everyone, thinking of how our friendships/relationships have changed, morphed, how we all got here and where we're going. I realize what an amazing group of people I have around me and can call friends. I feel so lucky to have them.
3:15: I have eaten probably around a gram more of mushrooms a half hour ago, I feel them coming on fairly hard, probably just because I've been on them for awhile, and the MDMA is gone. There is quite an unsettling feeling coming. I clam up, start having very strange thoughts, am just watching my surroundings carefully with a sense of anticipation. I feel my mind going into bad trip territory, a place I haven't been to in a couple of years and forgot what was like, and it's as if I've forgotten how to keep these situations under control. My vision is very pixelated and wavy, things start to look ominous, I start to see what looks like charred bodies in the coals of the fire, I look at the face of one of the dogs who was brought and I see the fire reflceted in his eyes and they look uterrly terrifying. My friend is playing/singing Lucky by Radiohead on guitar, a haunting song to begin with... I feel something like a panic attack coming on... I keep standing up and down, eventually turning to a couple of my friends, freaking out a little, saying how I'm tripping way too hard. I stumble around the fire for a couple minutes, disoriented and in a good old psychedelic freakout mode, creating a little scene around a few of the people, and finally lay down hard on the wet ground - which nevertheless grounds me and and I start to cool down as I breathe and tell myself it's okay, you're just pushing yourself too much tonight by repeatedly dosing these mushrooms and you're coming down from MDMA, plus all the pot that's getting smoked. People seemed to sense that I had it under control on the ground there and did not disturb me. After "the fear" passes several minutes later, I feel I have regained my composure, and sit up, still a little jittery. My friend, A, more experienced with psychedelics than any of us there, says "I remember I brought some oranges, J, I find they help at times." I gladly accept the offer and immediately perk up as he comes back with one.
"Thank you so much, A, this is just what I need right now."
"That's why I bring oranges, man..." as he pats my shoulder a couple times.
I feel too much weirdness coming on when I sit back up for a while, and thus I repeatedly lay down and then sit back up. Laying down always worked though, and at a certain point the psychedelia began to wear off, people were gradually trickling away to bed in their tents and sleeping bags, and I was content again by the fire, staring at the moon.
5:30: Just me and four others remain... we start to grow tired and little talking is done, but those of us still up all wanted to see the sunrise, so we waited on. My mind turns to the future and the past, and to my ex some more. I am anxious but hopeful. It's been an interesting ride, these twenty years of mine.
6:30: Sun is coming up... so beautiful so high up in these mountains. My brain is weary and has shut down somewhat, my inner dialogue is hardly present. Definitely have been overdoing the psilocybe recently, I realize... vow to cool it for a bit.
7:45: I curl up in my sleeping bag on the ground, trying to sleep... rain begins to gently patter on my bag (waterproof, thankfully), and I am finding it hard to sleep. I don't think I ever truly slept, but it did seem like my brain sort of "shut off" for a period of time.
9:15: I "awake" and get out, see if anyone's up. A couple people have risen, and the four others I was with later on in the night had all stayed up. Eyes still transfixed to the fire, as they were all night. Well into the next day, when I would close my eyes I would see sparks shooting and flames licking.
11:00: Half of us are awake, we begin to clean up around our sites (leave no trace!), and take stuff to the cars. Seven of us stuff into a car and head back into town. We stop at a Memorial Day garage sale in one of the mountain towns that looked promising.. and sure enough, I got a wok, a couple cool plates, a couple pairs of pants and a t-shirt all for two dollars!
11:30: Back in town, we get some food... it is a rainy, cloudy, chilly day. My friend drops us all off at our respective houses. I spend the rest of my day intermittently napping, smoking lots of ganja, laying in bed watching movies, browsing online.
While not really one of my craziest/most profound trips, I feel like I covered a lot of ground in my head and felt an amazing, peaceful connection to all my close friends who were present. It was also one of few times, and my first time in years, that I've been spooked. All in all, it just felt like one I should write up a report about. Thanks for reading!
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I am at a bit of transitional phase in my life. I have recently broken up with my girlfriend of 1 and a half years, I am going home in five days to see my family and do some thinking about where I want to go from here (strongly considering leaving the current town I'm in), and WWOOFing (World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms) on a farm in the Southeast for a month (as a way to spend time outdoors, learn about something I desperately wish to do and know more of, and clear my head).
It's summertime now, and just starting to get warmer where I live which means... camping! Me and a few of my immediate circle or close friends wake up one morning and decide that this would be the day we first do it, and starting getting our shit together, and inviting more people to go up to a great isolated spot we know in the mountains complete with a firepit and an amazing view. As it's Memorial Day weekend, many people are off work and recently out of school, so many end up going, a total of fourteen. I am very excited as these are many of my close friends, and camping is always a blast!
With some tetris style stacking, we all manage to fit into a couple cars with all our gear and head up. We reach our spot and start unpacking and setting up. We have brought with us mushrooms which we munch on over the course of several hours, and for myself - a tenth gram of pure MDMA.
8:30 PM: We're set up, and the fourteen of us begin eating the mushrooms, cooking some food over the fire, smoking a few joints. This is such a beautiful spot, and I feel great being where I am, surrounded by so many people I love and have shared so much with.
8:50: About half the group wanders off with a few water jugs to locate a nearby stream to bring back and purifty with iodine tablets.
9:00: I and we start feeling the mushrooms. They are quite potent and I have eaten them frequently over the last couple weeks, so I have a moderate tolerance to them and am eating more than everyone else. A couple of my friends start serenading us with some music while we all shoot the shit. Outdoor settings are so perfect for mushrooms... and my god, the visions you will have looking into a roaring flame.
9:30: Lightly tripping, I begin snorting the MDMA powder over the next fifteen minutes. Insufflated MDMA comes on very quickly for me, and before I know it I am feeling quite happy, but uncharacteristically introspective for what these two drugs typically do for me in combination. I am loving the physical sensations, the good company, and the clarity this is giving me mentally.
9:45: I wander some yards away from the firepit, through some trees and towards the edge of the cliff-area we are perched on, looking over our city and many more of its surrounding towns from above. It is partly cloudy, with what seems to be a perfect half-moon. As I am now alone looking at this majestic sight, the introspective aspect of this trip starts to come to the fore. I become vaguely sad, but still content, as I think about what my recent ex is doing and if she is okay. She is doing a very important job for a couple months out-of-state and won't be visiting til she comes back in august, and our paths are starting to diverge in our lives with what we want and want to do, so we decided to split up. It was on beautiful, great terms. But it's still hard, and I know it is for her too from the couple times I've talked to her. Although we had many great times, we also had many bad, and many of those memories are still fresh in heart and mind. I start to feel guilt and think on regrets for my role in the rough parts of our relationship - my insecurities, the fear, the all-consuming nature of the relationship at times for me. It feels... unfair that though we both feel so much love so strongly towards each other, we couldn't completely forget the past, and keep our emotions in check, and stay together. Something was off, both of us were at fault, and that realization for both of us and the different places we want to live and travel to in life made us reach this decision.
I close my eyes and breathe, and let the gentle rushes flow over me. I begin to feel more at ease... I open my eyes and look at the clouds above the lights down below, all gently ebbing. I block out the distant sound of voices, and am engulfed in peaceful silence, save that of my breath and occasionally muted exclamations. "Wow..."
Two of my friends come over to check out the view. They are two close friends who fell in love and got together several months ago, and have been a great couple, it was a long time coming. We share a couple beers and smoke a cigarette, I think about how happy they make each other and how happy I am for them, as we fall silent for a few minutes, communally taking in the view. I think about my own plans for the summer, and how I know I will find a path for me although things seem uncertain now. I think of my ex and know that she is doing fine and how much I want to keep her in my life somehow. I am starting to feel a little cold away from the pit, and this particular introspective period of thought seems to be coming to and end, so I head back over to the circle by the fire.
10:45: Laughing, talking, playing music, feeling great! It has been about two hours since half our friends went to get water, taking all the flashlights with them... we begin to realize this and get a little spooked... what's taking so long? It's been awhile and they're all on mushrooms save two people and it's quite dark out. They're a smart group of people so we are not too worried though.
12:30: It starts drizzling, we start putting some things we don't want to get wet into the few tents we have set up. I have been eating the mushrooms gradually over these few hours, maintaining a steady, light trip. The MDMA is still doing it's work, although beginning to wear off. The other half has still not returned... a couple people begin to get visibly worried. My fears are are quite minimal, probably due to the MDMA... although rationally I realize that this is some cause for concern.
1:15: Finally! We hear a couple woops from the woods and begin to cheer, then see the flashlights. They've returned! Turns out they had a hard time finding the water, and in their shroominess, refused to turn back and walked around until they hunted the stream down. Here all fourteen of us are, as we intended coming up here, laughing and mingling around the flame. As I move around the circle talking to various friends, I am looking at everyone, thinking of how our friendships/relationships have changed, morphed, how we all got here and where we're going. I realize what an amazing group of people I have around me and can call friends. I feel so lucky to have them.
3:15: I have eaten probably around a gram more of mushrooms a half hour ago, I feel them coming on fairly hard, probably just because I've been on them for awhile, and the MDMA is gone. There is quite an unsettling feeling coming. I clam up, start having very strange thoughts, am just watching my surroundings carefully with a sense of anticipation. I feel my mind going into bad trip territory, a place I haven't been to in a couple of years and forgot what was like, and it's as if I've forgotten how to keep these situations under control. My vision is very pixelated and wavy, things start to look ominous, I start to see what looks like charred bodies in the coals of the fire, I look at the face of one of the dogs who was brought and I see the fire reflceted in his eyes and they look uterrly terrifying. My friend is playing/singing Lucky by Radiohead on guitar, a haunting song to begin with... I feel something like a panic attack coming on... I keep standing up and down, eventually turning to a couple of my friends, freaking out a little, saying how I'm tripping way too hard. I stumble around the fire for a couple minutes, disoriented and in a good old psychedelic freakout mode, creating a little scene around a few of the people, and finally lay down hard on the wet ground - which nevertheless grounds me and and I start to cool down as I breathe and tell myself it's okay, you're just pushing yourself too much tonight by repeatedly dosing these mushrooms and you're coming down from MDMA, plus all the pot that's getting smoked. People seemed to sense that I had it under control on the ground there and did not disturb me. After "the fear" passes several minutes later, I feel I have regained my composure, and sit up, still a little jittery. My friend, A, more experienced with psychedelics than any of us there, says "I remember I brought some oranges, J, I find they help at times." I gladly accept the offer and immediately perk up as he comes back with one.
"Thank you so much, A, this is just what I need right now."
"That's why I bring oranges, man..." as he pats my shoulder a couple times.
I feel too much weirdness coming on when I sit back up for a while, and thus I repeatedly lay down and then sit back up. Laying down always worked though, and at a certain point the psychedelia began to wear off, people were gradually trickling away to bed in their tents and sleeping bags, and I was content again by the fire, staring at the moon.
5:30: Just me and four others remain... we start to grow tired and little talking is done, but those of us still up all wanted to see the sunrise, so we waited on. My mind turns to the future and the past, and to my ex some more. I am anxious but hopeful. It's been an interesting ride, these twenty years of mine.
6:30: Sun is coming up... so beautiful so high up in these mountains. My brain is weary and has shut down somewhat, my inner dialogue is hardly present. Definitely have been overdoing the psilocybe recently, I realize... vow to cool it for a bit.
7:45: I curl up in my sleeping bag on the ground, trying to sleep... rain begins to gently patter on my bag (waterproof, thankfully), and I am finding it hard to sleep. I don't think I ever truly slept, but it did seem like my brain sort of "shut off" for a period of time.
9:15: I "awake" and get out, see if anyone's up. A couple people have risen, and the four others I was with later on in the night had all stayed up. Eyes still transfixed to the fire, as they were all night. Well into the next day, when I would close my eyes I would see sparks shooting and flames licking.
11:00: Half of us are awake, we begin to clean up around our sites (leave no trace!), and take stuff to the cars. Seven of us stuff into a car and head back into town. We stop at a Memorial Day garage sale in one of the mountain towns that looked promising.. and sure enough, I got a wok, a couple cool plates, a couple pairs of pants and a t-shirt all for two dollars!
11:30: Back in town, we get some food... it is a rainy, cloudy, chilly day. My friend drops us all off at our respective houses. I spend the rest of my day intermittently napping, smoking lots of ganja, laying in bed watching movies, browsing online.
While not really one of my craziest/most profound trips, I feel like I covered a lot of ground in my head and felt an amazing, peaceful connection to all my close friends who were present. It was also one of few times, and my first time in years, that I've been spooked. All in all, it just felt like one I should write up a report about. Thanks for reading!
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