Olompali
Bluelighter
Mushrooms, experienced user: Sun, 'shrooms, and a special friend...
Recently, I had the good fortune to obtain some very good 'shrooms, and after a couple of doses to verify their potency I thought it would be nice to plan and outdoor hiking trip with them. Moreover, I believed the xperience would be enanced by sharing it with a female companion.
I put an ad in an online bulletin board, seeking a platonic friend to share a 'shroom trip. I was pretty clear about the nature of my intentions.
This was not to be a seduction attempt -- just a chance, for a woman who was willing, to share an intense psychedelic experience.
After a couple of weeks, I received a reply, and we traded some e-mails until I was reasonably sure she was not a cop, and she was reasonably sure I was not a mad-brained bear. So we arranged to meet at a regional park that was a conveneient location, about midpoint between our respective homes.
10:00 - we're inside the gate, and drink the magic chocolate milk (I had mixed two 5 gram doses of powderized 'shrooms into two chocolate milks. No times stamps after that -- we weren't keeping track!
Next we hike over to the Miwok village, getting our legs stretched out, getting acquainted with each other, and I know I, at least, was wondering if anything was going to happen. After poking around the teepees and the lodge, we hit the loop trail. I got my first "alert" after just a few minutes of hiking, but it still wasn't certain that a)anything significant would happen, or b) that she was feeling anything, or would feel anything.
After a little more hiking, it was deemed wise to relax a little, and we kicked back on a hillside with a pretty good view. At this point, I was getting pretty consistent headrushes that generally signal the
onset of a good trip. She indicates that she "might be feeling something", and I was a little worried that I might end up tripping alone. I was getting pretty good visuals at this point, and enjoyed watching the valley below morph and undulate.
Eventually, we get up and hike on. Hiking became (for me at least) somewhat difficult, but it's tough to say why. It just felt difficult to coordinate the "one foot after the other routine", plus my head was
buzzing pretty good. We stop for one more very brief rest, and keep moving. At this point, she indicated that she was definitely getting high.
We hike a little further, and decide to kick back in the sun, which was an excellent thing to do. I was tripping very nicely at this point, and it was clear that she was, too at this point. We stayed in that sunny spot for quite a while, staying, for the most part very quiet, enjoying the rushing in our heads, and laying back, and enjoying colorful scenes behind closed eyes. I remember scenes of brilliantly colored Mayan pyramids with fanstastic patterns on them. Occasionally, I glanced over at her, an she was smiling and staring, and sometimes she was laying back, eyes closed, and smiling. It made me feel good.
I also remember sitting up and seeing the teeniest little mouse run across the trail. It was all VERY VERY nice. We handled ourselves very well as the
horse people came through. Tripping our brains out, yet making conversation. I think we appeared normal.
As the breeze died down, the sunny spot got to feeling a little hot, so we pressed on. I remember asking she if she wanted to go forward up the trail, or double back, and she wanted to go forward. I realized at
this point she were very comfortable with what was going on, and I was glad to know this. Hiking was extremely weird at this point, but fascinating. The trail was multicolored, and shifting around, and every
blade of grass, every branch was interesting in the extreme. Everything around us felt so colorful and alive, and I was honored to be plugged into that energy. The trip contined to build - with each headrush, going to another level.
Presently we came to a point where the trail bent and there was a bench and we paused. As we stopped moving and sat down, it became clear that we (well, I for sure) had entered an even deeper stage of the trip. I remember thinking, "Man, I am tripping REALLY hard, REALLY hard", but I loved it. Why bother tripping if you're not going to trip hard? I was conscious of my mind expanding out into the forest and into the view, a million miles out, and at a million miles an hour. I felt like I was positively crackling with electricity, and I felt like sparks flew between my mind and hers as we sat there.
I took a drink, and offered her the bottle, and as she took it, I said "I'm really tripping hard!", and our eyes met as she took the bottle and she said "Me, too!". she spoke for us both when she said "I can't believe how good I feel right now -- this is wonderful, this is beautiful! This is EPIC!" No one could have said it better. That period of time will be burned into my brain forever -- it just isn't possible to feel any better than we felt right there, and I'm pleased to say I welcomed the orgasmic ecstacy that flowed through my soul at that time. As she remarked later, if heaven isn't like this, I don't wanna go there.
At some point, we gather our wits and decide to press on, but I think the trip climaxed there, although I continued to trip pretty good. The next stop -- the fern forest. I was absolutely amazed at how beautiful
that spot was. We saw the deer there, and it was peaceful and wonderful in the extreme. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, and it looked like a scene from millions of years ago. A dinosaur could have ambled by and we would not have been surprised!
After a while we left that place, and as we hiked, we could feel ourselves coming down a bit, but the afterglow was very pleasant, and eventually, we settled on a little spot to relax and let the comedown occur. AT this point, our language skills were returning. "Man, that was something" "That was epic" "I was really tripping back there". We had a common experience that could scarcely be put into words..
Eventually, we began the hike out, and we walked slowly, because with each step, we left the wonderful trip a little further behind. Seeing the Miwok village, we knew we had been there before, but it seemed almost like it was in another lifetime, although it was only about 5 hours earlier. So much had changed -- we had traveled so far in this 5 hours and 3 miles!
Later, I received an e-mail from her, describing in beautiful, poetic terms how the day was, from her point of view, and having this information was really special, for now I know that only she knows how I felt that day, and only I know how SHE felt. We have a very real and special friendship from this, and I am hopeful we can repeat this experience. I was so lucky to find someone who could appreciate such an intense trip (lesser beings might have freaked!), and I have a great deal of respect for this lady.
Recently, I had the good fortune to obtain some very good 'shrooms, and after a couple of doses to verify their potency I thought it would be nice to plan and outdoor hiking trip with them. Moreover, I believed the xperience would be enanced by sharing it with a female companion.
I put an ad in an online bulletin board, seeking a platonic friend to share a 'shroom trip. I was pretty clear about the nature of my intentions.
This was not to be a seduction attempt -- just a chance, for a woman who was willing, to share an intense psychedelic experience.
After a couple of weeks, I received a reply, and we traded some e-mails until I was reasonably sure she was not a cop, and she was reasonably sure I was not a mad-brained bear. So we arranged to meet at a regional park that was a conveneient location, about midpoint between our respective homes.
10:00 - we're inside the gate, and drink the magic chocolate milk (I had mixed two 5 gram doses of powderized 'shrooms into two chocolate milks. No times stamps after that -- we weren't keeping track!
Next we hike over to the Miwok village, getting our legs stretched out, getting acquainted with each other, and I know I, at least, was wondering if anything was going to happen. After poking around the teepees and the lodge, we hit the loop trail. I got my first "alert" after just a few minutes of hiking, but it still wasn't certain that a)anything significant would happen, or b) that she was feeling anything, or would feel anything.
After a little more hiking, it was deemed wise to relax a little, and we kicked back on a hillside with a pretty good view. At this point, I was getting pretty consistent headrushes that generally signal the
onset of a good trip. She indicates that she "might be feeling something", and I was a little worried that I might end up tripping alone. I was getting pretty good visuals at this point, and enjoyed watching the valley below morph and undulate.
Eventually, we get up and hike on. Hiking became (for me at least) somewhat difficult, but it's tough to say why. It just felt difficult to coordinate the "one foot after the other routine", plus my head was
buzzing pretty good. We stop for one more very brief rest, and keep moving. At this point, she indicated that she was definitely getting high.
We hike a little further, and decide to kick back in the sun, which was an excellent thing to do. I was tripping very nicely at this point, and it was clear that she was, too at this point. We stayed in that sunny spot for quite a while, staying, for the most part very quiet, enjoying the rushing in our heads, and laying back, and enjoying colorful scenes behind closed eyes. I remember scenes of brilliantly colored Mayan pyramids with fanstastic patterns on them. Occasionally, I glanced over at her, an she was smiling and staring, and sometimes she was laying back, eyes closed, and smiling. It made me feel good.
I also remember sitting up and seeing the teeniest little mouse run across the trail. It was all VERY VERY nice. We handled ourselves very well as the
horse people came through. Tripping our brains out, yet making conversation. I think we appeared normal.
As the breeze died down, the sunny spot got to feeling a little hot, so we pressed on. I remember asking she if she wanted to go forward up the trail, or double back, and she wanted to go forward. I realized at
this point she were very comfortable with what was going on, and I was glad to know this. Hiking was extremely weird at this point, but fascinating. The trail was multicolored, and shifting around, and every
blade of grass, every branch was interesting in the extreme. Everything around us felt so colorful and alive, and I was honored to be plugged into that energy. The trip contined to build - with each headrush, going to another level.
Presently we came to a point where the trail bent and there was a bench and we paused. As we stopped moving and sat down, it became clear that we (well, I for sure) had entered an even deeper stage of the trip. I remember thinking, "Man, I am tripping REALLY hard, REALLY hard", but I loved it. Why bother tripping if you're not going to trip hard? I was conscious of my mind expanding out into the forest and into the view, a million miles out, and at a million miles an hour. I felt like I was positively crackling with electricity, and I felt like sparks flew between my mind and hers as we sat there.
I took a drink, and offered her the bottle, and as she took it, I said "I'm really tripping hard!", and our eyes met as she took the bottle and she said "Me, too!". she spoke for us both when she said "I can't believe how good I feel right now -- this is wonderful, this is beautiful! This is EPIC!" No one could have said it better. That period of time will be burned into my brain forever -- it just isn't possible to feel any better than we felt right there, and I'm pleased to say I welcomed the orgasmic ecstacy that flowed through my soul at that time. As she remarked later, if heaven isn't like this, I don't wanna go there.
At some point, we gather our wits and decide to press on, but I think the trip climaxed there, although I continued to trip pretty good. The next stop -- the fern forest. I was absolutely amazed at how beautiful
that spot was. We saw the deer there, and it was peaceful and wonderful in the extreme. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, and it looked like a scene from millions of years ago. A dinosaur could have ambled by and we would not have been surprised!
After a while we left that place, and as we hiked, we could feel ourselves coming down a bit, but the afterglow was very pleasant, and eventually, we settled on a little spot to relax and let the comedown occur. AT this point, our language skills were returning. "Man, that was something" "That was epic" "I was really tripping back there". We had a common experience that could scarcely be put into words..
Eventually, we began the hike out, and we walked slowly, because with each step, we left the wonderful trip a little further behind. Seeing the Miwok village, we knew we had been there before, but it seemed almost like it was in another lifetime, although it was only about 5 hours earlier. So much had changed -- we had traveled so far in this 5 hours and 3 miles!
Later, I received an e-mail from her, describing in beautiful, poetic terms how the day was, from her point of view, and having this information was really special, for now I know that only she knows how I felt that day, and only I know how SHE felt. We have a very real and special friendship from this, and I am hopeful we can repeat this experience. I was so lucky to find someone who could appreciate such an intense trip (lesser beings might have freaked!), and I have a great deal of respect for this lady.
but anyways nice report man, happy tripping.
