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Bluelighter
I have watned to try mushrooms for a long time now and after moving into an area where they can be picked a 30 minute drive away it was only a matter of time.
A friend, we'll call him Bob, rang me on Thursday evening and told me that he had a bag full of shrooms and asked if I wanted some (like he diddn't know already). Making plans to stay at our mates house the next night the pre-experience giddyness had already begun before I had even hung up the phone. I hadn't had this feeling about taking a drug for a long time and rightfully so, I hadn't ingested a pyschedelic for over 2 years.
My last experience was with acid when I double dropped some very strong (diddn't realise how strong at the time) blotters at a party, that lead to an uncomfortablly intense trip. In the days and weeks following this event I noticed a change in my personallity, I became quiter and where I would have normally thought "who gives a fuck" was replaced by "I wonder what they think".
At first I was very unhappy with this change in my personallity, it effected my abillity to be as loud and confident as what I once was.
I have since then used this new thinking pattern to broaden my life, I am no longer the naieve know-it-all I once was.
Could mushrooms change my personallity for the better aswell? for the worse? or was it going to be one of those who cares about spirituallity and phillosophy lets go roll around outside kind of trips?
Sitting down waiting, I realised I truly was ready for this new experience when I refused cones and drinks offerd to me so as to only get the mushroom effect and not having it being confused and combined with any other drug.
Bob handed me the bag and told me to dig in, I looked in, then back up at the number of people wanting to get in on the action. Thinking I was only going to get enough to feel the mild effects I handed them back to him and told him to dish them out. He gave me a confused look, gave another close friend of ours about 6 and then handed the bag back to me and this time very firmly told me to dig in. I took out 13 mushrooms and examined each one of them carefully. Pitty they don't look more appetising, why can't we have pyschoactive mangoes?
I placed them all in a dry sandwhich and proceeded to eat, the dryness combined with the thought and taste of eating the mushrooms made it quite hard to actually swallow, so I ventured into the kitchen in an attempt to make it more eddible. Maple syrup, not quite honey but it certainly did the trick, the sandwhich was quickly finished.
About an hour later Bob quietly asked, as to not alert anyone else to fact he had more, if I wanted some more and dragged me into the kitchen and produced a jar of honey with about as many mushrooms as was in the bag. A smile engulfed both of our faces and we made another sandwhich each.
Bob told me earlier in the night that as soon as he ate his 2nd lot, it instantly kicked in and this was the same for me. The beige colored walls seemed to get brighter with every bight. Is there such a thing as fluro beige? There is now.
The come on reminded me so much of an acid come on, the sensation in the body, the slightly chaotic confusion that slowly begins to dominate your existance. The audio enhancement was also starting to become very noticeable, which surprised me a little as I hadn't been told that mushrooms had much of an audiotory effect.
After a halarious conversation trying to convince my friend that his skin had not turned orange Bob dragged me into the kitchen and reproduced that bottle of honey, I'm sure I would've had the same smile as last time, but I hadn't been able to remove the same smile from my face since the last time he dragged me into the kitchen. Busted! Our friends caught us in the act and wanted some of the honey, neither of us cared their was plenty to go round it was just fun having this little secret.
Again as we consumed more, the trip seemed to intensify and I was now at a level where I was realy enjoying the feeling I was having. By this stage I had eaten about 25, I would've liked to of had more of a clear head at this stage as simple conversations were starting to confuse me.
Sitting down in the lounge room, I felt like having a cone and even though there was plenty in the bowl I felt I needed to add more. I pulled out my tin and stared at it, a black mull plant ontop of waves of rainbow colors captured my attention for about 5 minutes, the way the colors morphed into each other was amazing. I then snapped out of it and proceeded to pull out a bud which I also closely examined for about 5 minutes. I can remember thinking that I had been sold fake mull and there was no point in smoking it, even though I had smoked it before.
Placing the lid back on the tin, I decided to have another close look and all the colors started swirling into each other.
This is when I realised how high I was and instantly began to feel uncomfortable, clostraphobic. I needed to get out. I staggered outside, as if I were drunk, sat on the floor and leaned up against the wall. I can remember thinking for about half a minute "this is bad... this is bad..." and then threw up, about three times. This is when I was pulled from reality, someone or something grabbed me by my head and threw me half way across the universe to a time and place that I needed to explore by myself.
I then found myself sneaking around my mates back yard, though all this movement was very tiring on my body and I decided that sitting down was the way to go. I leaned up against the fence and closed my eyes, I could see sparklers everywhere, except they were the most beautiful greens and blues. This was interrupted by a car driving along the road, and it snapped me back to semi-reality for a couple of secconds. I thought the car was driving up his drive way, what if it was his landlord? I decided I needed somewhere better to chill, I decided the otherside of the fence would do. Looking at the fence I couldn't decide if I should climb over, under or through. After contemplating all my options and how they might effect my journey to the other side of the fence, I opted to go through the middle.
I then lent up against the shed and shut my eyes again. It only took a few secconds for the sparkler type colors to come back, except this time some were moving around in circles and some were moving in random directions, they were all leaving trails of the light behind them aswell. One of the circling sparkels turned into a sphere. As I concentrated on the sphere it became bigger and more complex, black and white squares started covering the sphere as more spheres started popping up, each with there own pattern and colors. The spheres then started to shrink as a background of moving geometrical patterns of bright yellows, greens, blues and reds coverd my entire imagination. It was as if I was flying at low level over a land of geometrical shapes.
At some point I opened my eyes to see if I had any clear open eye visuals aswell, about the only cognitive thought I'd had since I threw up.
The only OEV that I can remember is seeing other people running around outside aswell, I decided the OEV's weren't half as impressive as the CEV's so I shut them again. When a pale looking old man, almost dead looking, with a very long and skinny face wearing a top hat started passing playing cards in my direction, the 5 of hearts has never been so interesting.
Something I noticed was that music played a very large part in my visuals, a mate was mixing that night and when ever he would stop or stuff it up, I would open my eyes and just try to follow all the random thoughts untill the music would take hold of my imagination again. I previously thought something a little more ambient might have been better, but the dark and fast drum and bass complimented the chaos off the mushroom trip perfectly.
I can't remember much of my actual thoughts, but I can remember thinking about my life and where I want to end up compared to where I should be now compared to where I am. Which has concreted the idea of moving to the city next year to complete my TEE and go to uni. I am now actually looking foward to going back to school and using my abilities not to better prepare for my future, but just because it would be a waste not to. It also made me realise that I don't like smoking, I don't mind being a social smoker, but smoking full time has to stop.
I had been outside for about an hour and half now and as I had feared someone had finally noticed I was missing. There was enough people there to keep everyonce occupied, I hoped that no one would notice for another couple of hours. I diddn't want to be disturbed but had to answer them.
They could tell that I obviously wanted to be alone and left me that way, well for another 20 minutes or so anyway which is alot longer than I had anticipated.
Over the next hour or so I had just about everyone come and visit me and stay with me for a little while.
Bob came back out and made himself comfy and told me our other friend was bringing out the bucket because they thought I needed a cone. As appreciative as I was, I diddn't want a cone at the time and just asked for a ciggarette instead as I hadn't had one all night. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs and decided that a cone wasn't that bad of an idea.
I'm glad they offered to brew it for me, because I think it would've taken me at least half an hour. This smoke felt even better in my lungs and as I blew the smoke out it seemed to lessen the intensity of my trip to a more sociably acceptable level.
The next 3 or so cones had the same effect, as more people joined us I felt myself begining to join in conversations again and not just listening.
We decided to take the party back inside, because by this time everyone had joined our group, even the dj so there wasn't much point being out here.
When I got back inside, I still felt slightly uncomfortable. I felt like returning to my spot outside but worried that I would seem too anti-social.
As soon as I stepped outside, I felt the uncomfortableness leave so I decided to stay outside on the front porch untill we left.
Bob gave me a lift home and we diddn't stop laughing at everything on the way home. From laughing at wondering if he was swerving over the road, to laughing because the guy that just overtook us was swerving all over the road, to laughing because I couldn't operate the heater.
When we got back to mine I asked Bob if he wanted to come in for a cone and as we headed out the back to my shed I realised I had left my cone piece at my mates house, which annoyed us both but could in no means lessen our night.
We had a quick reflection out the front, made plans to see each other next weekend and Bob thanked me for sharing the experience with him, which made the night even better. I thanked him aswell and went inside and tried to watch TV. Everything and everyone on it seemed so fake, so I turned it off put on some more drum and bass and lost myself in my thoughts and reflections.
Definately something I am willing to try again, infact I'm going picking this weekend. Any lingering apprehensions I had about doing pyschedelics are now gone. I am using this experience to get my life back on track, I am working to save up to move out at the end of the year and I have quit smoking. Next time I want to experiment with a more mild dosage so I can enjoy the more social effects. Long lost friend... I have found thee.
A friend, we'll call him Bob, rang me on Thursday evening and told me that he had a bag full of shrooms and asked if I wanted some (like he diddn't know already). Making plans to stay at our mates house the next night the pre-experience giddyness had already begun before I had even hung up the phone. I hadn't had this feeling about taking a drug for a long time and rightfully so, I hadn't ingested a pyschedelic for over 2 years.
My last experience was with acid when I double dropped some very strong (diddn't realise how strong at the time) blotters at a party, that lead to an uncomfortablly intense trip. In the days and weeks following this event I noticed a change in my personallity, I became quiter and where I would have normally thought "who gives a fuck" was replaced by "I wonder what they think".
At first I was very unhappy with this change in my personallity, it effected my abillity to be as loud and confident as what I once was.
I have since then used this new thinking pattern to broaden my life, I am no longer the naieve know-it-all I once was.
Could mushrooms change my personallity for the better aswell? for the worse? or was it going to be one of those who cares about spirituallity and phillosophy lets go roll around outside kind of trips?
Sitting down waiting, I realised I truly was ready for this new experience when I refused cones and drinks offerd to me so as to only get the mushroom effect and not having it being confused and combined with any other drug.
Bob handed me the bag and told me to dig in, I looked in, then back up at the number of people wanting to get in on the action. Thinking I was only going to get enough to feel the mild effects I handed them back to him and told him to dish them out. He gave me a confused look, gave another close friend of ours about 6 and then handed the bag back to me and this time very firmly told me to dig in. I took out 13 mushrooms and examined each one of them carefully. Pitty they don't look more appetising, why can't we have pyschoactive mangoes?
I placed them all in a dry sandwhich and proceeded to eat, the dryness combined with the thought and taste of eating the mushrooms made it quite hard to actually swallow, so I ventured into the kitchen in an attempt to make it more eddible. Maple syrup, not quite honey but it certainly did the trick, the sandwhich was quickly finished.
About an hour later Bob quietly asked, as to not alert anyone else to fact he had more, if I wanted some more and dragged me into the kitchen and produced a jar of honey with about as many mushrooms as was in the bag. A smile engulfed both of our faces and we made another sandwhich each.
Bob told me earlier in the night that as soon as he ate his 2nd lot, it instantly kicked in and this was the same for me. The beige colored walls seemed to get brighter with every bight. Is there such a thing as fluro beige? There is now.
The come on reminded me so much of an acid come on, the sensation in the body, the slightly chaotic confusion that slowly begins to dominate your existance. The audio enhancement was also starting to become very noticeable, which surprised me a little as I hadn't been told that mushrooms had much of an audiotory effect.
After a halarious conversation trying to convince my friend that his skin had not turned orange Bob dragged me into the kitchen and reproduced that bottle of honey, I'm sure I would've had the same smile as last time, but I hadn't been able to remove the same smile from my face since the last time he dragged me into the kitchen. Busted! Our friends caught us in the act and wanted some of the honey, neither of us cared their was plenty to go round it was just fun having this little secret.
Again as we consumed more, the trip seemed to intensify and I was now at a level where I was realy enjoying the feeling I was having. By this stage I had eaten about 25, I would've liked to of had more of a clear head at this stage as simple conversations were starting to confuse me.
Sitting down in the lounge room, I felt like having a cone and even though there was plenty in the bowl I felt I needed to add more. I pulled out my tin and stared at it, a black mull plant ontop of waves of rainbow colors captured my attention for about 5 minutes, the way the colors morphed into each other was amazing. I then snapped out of it and proceeded to pull out a bud which I also closely examined for about 5 minutes. I can remember thinking that I had been sold fake mull and there was no point in smoking it, even though I had smoked it before.
Placing the lid back on the tin, I decided to have another close look and all the colors started swirling into each other.
This is when I realised how high I was and instantly began to feel uncomfortable, clostraphobic. I needed to get out. I staggered outside, as if I were drunk, sat on the floor and leaned up against the wall. I can remember thinking for about half a minute "this is bad... this is bad..." and then threw up, about three times. This is when I was pulled from reality, someone or something grabbed me by my head and threw me half way across the universe to a time and place that I needed to explore by myself.
I then found myself sneaking around my mates back yard, though all this movement was very tiring on my body and I decided that sitting down was the way to go. I leaned up against the fence and closed my eyes, I could see sparklers everywhere, except they were the most beautiful greens and blues. This was interrupted by a car driving along the road, and it snapped me back to semi-reality for a couple of secconds. I thought the car was driving up his drive way, what if it was his landlord? I decided I needed somewhere better to chill, I decided the otherside of the fence would do. Looking at the fence I couldn't decide if I should climb over, under or through. After contemplating all my options and how they might effect my journey to the other side of the fence, I opted to go through the middle.
I then lent up against the shed and shut my eyes again. It only took a few secconds for the sparkler type colors to come back, except this time some were moving around in circles and some were moving in random directions, they were all leaving trails of the light behind them aswell. One of the circling sparkels turned into a sphere. As I concentrated on the sphere it became bigger and more complex, black and white squares started covering the sphere as more spheres started popping up, each with there own pattern and colors. The spheres then started to shrink as a background of moving geometrical patterns of bright yellows, greens, blues and reds coverd my entire imagination. It was as if I was flying at low level over a land of geometrical shapes.
At some point I opened my eyes to see if I had any clear open eye visuals aswell, about the only cognitive thought I'd had since I threw up.
The only OEV that I can remember is seeing other people running around outside aswell, I decided the OEV's weren't half as impressive as the CEV's so I shut them again. When a pale looking old man, almost dead looking, with a very long and skinny face wearing a top hat started passing playing cards in my direction, the 5 of hearts has never been so interesting.
Something I noticed was that music played a very large part in my visuals, a mate was mixing that night and when ever he would stop or stuff it up, I would open my eyes and just try to follow all the random thoughts untill the music would take hold of my imagination again. I previously thought something a little more ambient might have been better, but the dark and fast drum and bass complimented the chaos off the mushroom trip perfectly.
I can't remember much of my actual thoughts, but I can remember thinking about my life and where I want to end up compared to where I should be now compared to where I am. Which has concreted the idea of moving to the city next year to complete my TEE and go to uni. I am now actually looking foward to going back to school and using my abilities not to better prepare for my future, but just because it would be a waste not to. It also made me realise that I don't like smoking, I don't mind being a social smoker, but smoking full time has to stop.
I had been outside for about an hour and half now and as I had feared someone had finally noticed I was missing. There was enough people there to keep everyonce occupied, I hoped that no one would notice for another couple of hours. I diddn't want to be disturbed but had to answer them.
They could tell that I obviously wanted to be alone and left me that way, well for another 20 minutes or so anyway which is alot longer than I had anticipated.
Over the next hour or so I had just about everyone come and visit me and stay with me for a little while.
Bob came back out and made himself comfy and told me our other friend was bringing out the bucket because they thought I needed a cone. As appreciative as I was, I diddn't want a cone at the time and just asked for a ciggarette instead as I hadn't had one all night. I could feel the smoke filling my lungs and decided that a cone wasn't that bad of an idea.
I'm glad they offered to brew it for me, because I think it would've taken me at least half an hour. This smoke felt even better in my lungs and as I blew the smoke out it seemed to lessen the intensity of my trip to a more sociably acceptable level.
The next 3 or so cones had the same effect, as more people joined us I felt myself begining to join in conversations again and not just listening.
We decided to take the party back inside, because by this time everyone had joined our group, even the dj so there wasn't much point being out here.
When I got back inside, I still felt slightly uncomfortable. I felt like returning to my spot outside but worried that I would seem too anti-social.
As soon as I stepped outside, I felt the uncomfortableness leave so I decided to stay outside on the front porch untill we left.
Bob gave me a lift home and we diddn't stop laughing at everything on the way home. From laughing at wondering if he was swerving over the road, to laughing because the guy that just overtook us was swerving all over the road, to laughing because I couldn't operate the heater.
When we got back to mine I asked Bob if he wanted to come in for a cone and as we headed out the back to my shed I realised I had left my cone piece at my mates house, which annoyed us both but could in no means lessen our night.
We had a quick reflection out the front, made plans to see each other next weekend and Bob thanked me for sharing the experience with him, which made the night even better. I thanked him aswell and went inside and tried to watch TV. Everything and everyone on it seemed so fake, so I turned it off put on some more drum and bass and lost myself in my thoughts and reflections.
Definately something I am willing to try again, infact I'm going picking this weekend. Any lingering apprehensions I had about doing pyschedelics are now gone. I am using this experience to get my life back on track, I am working to save up to move out at the end of the year and I have quit smoking. Next time I want to experiment with a more mild dosage so I can enjoy the more social effects. Long lost friend... I have found thee.
