where do i begin? WHOA!
Chemical aids for the evening: Psilocybin
Amount: approx 3 grams dried. Might have been a little more.
Dose time: 7:30 pm
Environment: My home town, all over it, the only place Ive never tripped
Ok so lemme throw out some background info. This is so interesting as to the subconscious psychological effects that how thoughts prior to tripping effect a trip (please excuse my grammer as im still feeling the mental tingle at this moment).
OK so, two days ago friends of mine ate 2 grams each of this batch i had. They told me that the shrooms werent psychoactive at all. THey said they made them feel like they were mad tired, and warned me that if i ate too much, id probably die. Since, they were certain that they ate inactive shrooms, and ate something posionous.
Well, i was convinced that they simply werent dried enough, (they were kinda soggy, not crunchy enough, texture was wrong and all...). So i sat em in a drying container in front of a fan for 5 hours. I intended to eat them this coming weekend.
Then i thought, what the hell, only way to figure out is if i try em, right? So i ate em about 7:30. My trip partner from my last report, L, was going to hang out with me sober. She is a damn good friend who i trust with my life so i feel find tripping alone with her. She said she knew a good place...
I did my usual pre trip meditation. Read the 23rd psalm, and just let my consciousness drift to some shpongle (groovy music!).
So, about 8:00pm im not feeling anything but fatigue. I feel damn drowsy and quite tired, which i dont normally feel when i start shrooming. We were at a federal prison, but it had a very beautiful property (her dad is like head of security or something so we were cool chillin there).
I looked at the sky. It was sooo beautiful. Like you cannot possibly imagine how beautiful it is. It striked me so beautiful, that it looked like something out of a CS Lewis fantasy novel. Like i seriously thought I was frodo the hobbit from JRR Tolkien's LOTR staring at the skyline above Rivendell. It was amazing! Purples, blues, reds, oranges, the sun, the clouds, the birds...
Then i thought...wow, maybe these are real shrooms. I noticed SLIGHT coloration, the tiny little color spectrums (rainbows) you get along surfaces. VERY VERY slight patternization in the grass, and the water. THIS WAS THE COOLEST PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE! I felt so free, free from problems and worries, free from life, free from stress, free from everything. I was a bird, flying through the air, jumping from picknick table to picknick table.
A security guard asked us what we were doing(since we were kids playing at a federal prison), L told him who her dad was, and he said "oh ok, well please leave when it gets dark."
SO it got dark, and i was sad to leave this paradise. It simply was the MOST beautiful place in the world. I felt like i was leaving my fantasy novel, and returning to the real world.
The car ride was intense. Dj Icey blasted out the stereo. I did not know this at the time, but i was definetly peaking in the car. The world was FLYING past me, in one big blur, and it made me kinda nausious. We went back into town and headed for the park (which is one fo the coolest playgrounds u can find, i assure you). I felt really, really nausious. I normally can think mushroom nasuea away. Well this was intense! And i was feeling quite tired. I felt like the way my friends who ate the shrooms said they felt. Which got me thinking...
I thought I ate bad mushrooms. I thought I ate posionous mushrooms, that were in no way psychadellic. I could literally feel every inch of my blood veins reeling in pain at this horrible posion i had put into them. I told my body I was sorry, and I would do my best to keep it alive. I became very very quiet, and fell into the chasmic void of lost thought, trying to figure out if i was tripping or if i ate poison. I was totally convinced of the latter, and it was all because of my bastard friends telling me that shit. L kept asking me, "are you ok? you look sad? whats wrong? i love you! dont be sad! its ok, whats wrong?"
I HATE, HATE, HATE IT when people ask me if im Ok when im tripping, its so annoying! Damn i felt so shitty i couldnt believe it. We walked into the park and i could barely walk, i felt my legs giving out underneath me. I seriously felt like I could die at any moment. The whole "my life flashed before my eyes" scenerio ensued, and I just stared at the floor of this playground we were on.
Now, about that floor: It had the MOST AMAZING patterns in it. There seriously were 5 rivers in that floor, they were all flowing at one central puddle. The puddle contained a large rainbow, and so my rainbows were flooding out of it onto the ground.
L asked me "what are you looking at?"
I replied "im watching the park go down the drain, an the rainbow water pour out." Then i realized:
POISON DOES NOT MAKE RAINBOWS. IT DOES NOT MAKE PLASTIC AND METAL PLAYGROUNDS LOOK LIKE RIVERS. I AM TRIPPING!!!!
Ahh, then i was LITTERALLY a little kid, living out his fantasies in a playground.
Me and L had some wonderful revelations that evening, it was so amazing. Mushrooms are like a philosopher's dream. Me and her just talked and talked, well I mostly talked and she mostly listened. But it was so great.
Pure, blissfull, heavenly, mushroomland. Its the garden of eden. Everthing is purfect. No chaos. Pure order. Life actually makes sense there.
Eventually, after hours of walking around the beautiful university campus in our town, we went back to her house to chill for a bit till i was sane enough to go home.
We turned on the TV. She had to literally put her hands on my mouth to get me to stop talking. Everything i saw popped new ideas into my head. Had to tell her everything!
(PS - DO NOT WATCH THE NEWS WHILST SHROOMING! THE NEWSCASTERS LOOK LIKE ROBOTIC DEAMONS!)
So she flips on the home and garden center. Lo and behold, ITS MARTHA STEWART!! She is showing of some fine ferns she is puttin up in a house.
Well to me, the pothead I am, those were not ferns. They were SOME DAMN HEALTHY LOOKING CANNABIS SATIVA PLANTS ALL OVER THE PLACE! She had acapulco gold, man she had silver haze, white rhino, various forms of Indica, she had beasters, she had skunks, she had G-13, MAN MARTHA HAD IT ALL! I was laughing so hard at the fact that martha stewart would be showing off marijuana on television.
THe funniest part was, she even said POT! She said something along the lines of "ill put the plant in the pot!" But of course to my tripping head, it sounded like "look at this fine ass plant of POT!" Haha L had to shut me up for real cuz i was bout to wake her parents. I felt so good, I cried. Like i was laughing so hard i started tearing up. I thanked god for martha stewart, because she made me feel like I was still part of this reality. Thank god for martha!
I went home, and here I have a phat line of K waiting for me. So im going to stop now and tend to my kitties.
PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE SAFE!
Chemical aids for the evening: Psilocybin
Amount: approx 3 grams dried. Might have been a little more.
Dose time: 7:30 pm
Environment: My home town, all over it, the only place Ive never tripped
Ok so lemme throw out some background info. This is so interesting as to the subconscious psychological effects that how thoughts prior to tripping effect a trip (please excuse my grammer as im still feeling the mental tingle at this moment).
OK so, two days ago friends of mine ate 2 grams each of this batch i had. They told me that the shrooms werent psychoactive at all. THey said they made them feel like they were mad tired, and warned me that if i ate too much, id probably die. Since, they were certain that they ate inactive shrooms, and ate something posionous.
Well, i was convinced that they simply werent dried enough, (they were kinda soggy, not crunchy enough, texture was wrong and all...). So i sat em in a drying container in front of a fan for 5 hours. I intended to eat them this coming weekend.
Then i thought, what the hell, only way to figure out is if i try em, right? So i ate em about 7:30. My trip partner from my last report, L, was going to hang out with me sober. She is a damn good friend who i trust with my life so i feel find tripping alone with her. She said she knew a good place...
I did my usual pre trip meditation. Read the 23rd psalm, and just let my consciousness drift to some shpongle (groovy music!).
So, about 8:00pm im not feeling anything but fatigue. I feel damn drowsy and quite tired, which i dont normally feel when i start shrooming. We were at a federal prison, but it had a very beautiful property (her dad is like head of security or something so we were cool chillin there).
I looked at the sky. It was sooo beautiful. Like you cannot possibly imagine how beautiful it is. It striked me so beautiful, that it looked like something out of a CS Lewis fantasy novel. Like i seriously thought I was frodo the hobbit from JRR Tolkien's LOTR staring at the skyline above Rivendell. It was amazing! Purples, blues, reds, oranges, the sun, the clouds, the birds...
Then i thought...wow, maybe these are real shrooms. I noticed SLIGHT coloration, the tiny little color spectrums (rainbows) you get along surfaces. VERY VERY slight patternization in the grass, and the water. THIS WAS THE COOLEST PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE! I felt so free, free from problems and worries, free from life, free from stress, free from everything. I was a bird, flying through the air, jumping from picknick table to picknick table.
A security guard asked us what we were doing(since we were kids playing at a federal prison), L told him who her dad was, and he said "oh ok, well please leave when it gets dark."
SO it got dark, and i was sad to leave this paradise. It simply was the MOST beautiful place in the world. I felt like i was leaving my fantasy novel, and returning to the real world.
The car ride was intense. Dj Icey blasted out the stereo. I did not know this at the time, but i was definetly peaking in the car. The world was FLYING past me, in one big blur, and it made me kinda nausious. We went back into town and headed for the park (which is one fo the coolest playgrounds u can find, i assure you). I felt really, really nausious. I normally can think mushroom nasuea away. Well this was intense! And i was feeling quite tired. I felt like the way my friends who ate the shrooms said they felt. Which got me thinking...
I thought I ate bad mushrooms. I thought I ate posionous mushrooms, that were in no way psychadellic. I could literally feel every inch of my blood veins reeling in pain at this horrible posion i had put into them. I told my body I was sorry, and I would do my best to keep it alive. I became very very quiet, and fell into the chasmic void of lost thought, trying to figure out if i was tripping or if i ate poison. I was totally convinced of the latter, and it was all because of my bastard friends telling me that shit. L kept asking me, "are you ok? you look sad? whats wrong? i love you! dont be sad! its ok, whats wrong?"
I HATE, HATE, HATE IT when people ask me if im Ok when im tripping, its so annoying! Damn i felt so shitty i couldnt believe it. We walked into the park and i could barely walk, i felt my legs giving out underneath me. I seriously felt like I could die at any moment. The whole "my life flashed before my eyes" scenerio ensued, and I just stared at the floor of this playground we were on.
Now, about that floor: It had the MOST AMAZING patterns in it. There seriously were 5 rivers in that floor, they were all flowing at one central puddle. The puddle contained a large rainbow, and so my rainbows were flooding out of it onto the ground.
L asked me "what are you looking at?"
I replied "im watching the park go down the drain, an the rainbow water pour out." Then i realized:
POISON DOES NOT MAKE RAINBOWS. IT DOES NOT MAKE PLASTIC AND METAL PLAYGROUNDS LOOK LIKE RIVERS. I AM TRIPPING!!!!
Ahh, then i was LITTERALLY a little kid, living out his fantasies in a playground.
Me and L had some wonderful revelations that evening, it was so amazing. Mushrooms are like a philosopher's dream. Me and her just talked and talked, well I mostly talked and she mostly listened. But it was so great.
Pure, blissfull, heavenly, mushroomland. Its the garden of eden. Everthing is purfect. No chaos. Pure order. Life actually makes sense there.
Eventually, after hours of walking around the beautiful university campus in our town, we went back to her house to chill for a bit till i was sane enough to go home.
We turned on the TV. She had to literally put her hands on my mouth to get me to stop talking. Everything i saw popped new ideas into my head. Had to tell her everything!
(PS - DO NOT WATCH THE NEWS WHILST SHROOMING! THE NEWSCASTERS LOOK LIKE ROBOTIC DEAMONS!)
So she flips on the home and garden center. Lo and behold, ITS MARTHA STEWART!! She is showing of some fine ferns she is puttin up in a house.
Well to me, the pothead I am, those were not ferns. They were SOME DAMN HEALTHY LOOKING CANNABIS SATIVA PLANTS ALL OVER THE PLACE! She had acapulco gold, man she had silver haze, white rhino, various forms of Indica, she had beasters, she had skunks, she had G-13, MAN MARTHA HAD IT ALL! I was laughing so hard at the fact that martha stewart would be showing off marijuana on television.
THe funniest part was, she even said POT! She said something along the lines of "ill put the plant in the pot!" But of course to my tripping head, it sounded like "look at this fine ass plant of POT!" Haha L had to shut me up for real cuz i was bout to wake her parents. I felt so good, I cried. Like i was laughing so hard i started tearing up. I thanked god for martha stewart, because she made me feel like I was still part of this reality. Thank god for martha!
I went home, and here I have a phat line of K waiting for me. So im going to stop now and tend to my kitties.
PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE SAFE!
