RussellG
Bluelighter
- Joined
- May 4, 2002
- Messages
- 355
On Thursday I found out I could get hold of some mushrooms. I rang and told a couple of friends of mine, as they are partial to psychedelic drugs. We organised to get them on Friday. I was not planning on taking them, as I've never really been that fond of the idea of tripping. This all changed though
Friday night, my friends, A, J and D came round with a few cones and we had abit of a smoke. We then rang the guy and organised to meet him in about an hour.
We met the guy, grabbed the mushrooms, and started the drive home. A started eating them straightaway, they weren't dry, and the guy told us to eat between 10 and 20. A ate 10 straight off the bat, and after awhile he started giggling. D then ate about 7. But he didn't feel anything for along time.
When we arrived back at my place I gave in and said I would like to try some. I ate about two and said I was going inside to ask my roommate to look online and see how to make mushroom tea. As she was looking the information up I started to feel this strange sensation in my stomach and I started to smile for no real reason. I told my roommate I had to go back outside.
I went back into the shed where everyone was still eating mushies and smoking cones. I just came in and stood there grinning like I'd just ate some MDMA. A started laughing his head off at me and I told him I wanted some more. In the end I ate about 10.
As we were sitting there I felt these rushes start from my feet and go all the way up to my head. It was amazing. I was explaining it to my friends and we started laughing our heads off.
A was telling us that a spirit in the shed was telling us too leave and that we shouldn't be in this shed. We all laughed but said ok and went and sat in a smaller shed in my backyward. I was just sitting there, having a cigarette, when I had a really intense rush, it was like my head was morphing and I closed my eyes riding it out. When I opened my eyes again it was like there was a see through yellow layer over my vision "Everythings yellow!" I yelled and again we fell about in fits of laughter. I suggested we go to Kings Park. Everyone agreed and a sober friend of ours drove us up there.
Everything was so much sharper and the lights seemed to glow more then usual. I looked at the moon and it had ... some kind of trail pointing down, so it looked like a comet shooting up into space. When we arrived at a parking spot in Kings Park I looked at the view of the city and it didn't look real, it looked like the kind of city you'd see in a video game. This won't make sense, but it looked too 3D, and the lines of the buildings seemed far too sharp. Later on we drove down to the city and I felt the same feeling of fakeness.
I ate a few more mushrooms and was peaking really hard and laughing my head off with my friends. I had such empathy towards everyone in the car.
After a few more little adventures we drove back to my place and continued to smoke pot. I was looking at the walls and I could see a pattern of blue and purple on the walls. And when I stared at a bench it seemed like there was a white trail growing all over it. Everything was so much more colourful and beautiful.
At about 3am we were all quite tired even though we were all still tripping very hard. We went inside and I tried to get some sleep. My brain was still racing a mile a minute though, And I was getting open eye visuals. I could see the beautiful pattern of colors everywhere, even when I closed my eyes.
I woke up the next morning and I felt really good. I could hear someone walking around so I got up. It was A. I grinned at him and said "I never need to take drugs ever again". He laughed and said "Yeah... lets have some cones" and we did
I am so glad I ended up taking this amazing psychadelic. I always had a fear that something like this would mess me up. But it was the exact opposite. I realise now that all the petty bullshit that goes on day to day, all our worries that seem to strangle us and all the so called rules that we feel the need to live by are complete crap. Life has so much more meaning then working for 50 years and dying. More then ever now I want to pursue art and education, as I believe that these two things, as well as medicine, are the things the human race should pursue with renewed vigour.
I look forward to trying other psychadelics now, like LSD etc. I used to say Heroin was my favourite drug. But now, I am not so sure. I will definitely take them again some time down the track, and I will be more aware of what to expect, and the trip will be more introspective, instead of me gawking at every open eye visual I see
Friday night, my friends, A, J and D came round with a few cones and we had abit of a smoke. We then rang the guy and organised to meet him in about an hour.
We met the guy, grabbed the mushrooms, and started the drive home. A started eating them straightaway, they weren't dry, and the guy told us to eat between 10 and 20. A ate 10 straight off the bat, and after awhile he started giggling. D then ate about 7. But he didn't feel anything for along time.
When we arrived back at my place I gave in and said I would like to try some. I ate about two and said I was going inside to ask my roommate to look online and see how to make mushroom tea. As she was looking the information up I started to feel this strange sensation in my stomach and I started to smile for no real reason. I told my roommate I had to go back outside.
I went back into the shed where everyone was still eating mushies and smoking cones. I just came in and stood there grinning like I'd just ate some MDMA. A started laughing his head off at me and I told him I wanted some more. In the end I ate about 10.
As we were sitting there I felt these rushes start from my feet and go all the way up to my head. It was amazing. I was explaining it to my friends and we started laughing our heads off.
A was telling us that a spirit in the shed was telling us too leave and that we shouldn't be in this shed. We all laughed but said ok and went and sat in a smaller shed in my backyward. I was just sitting there, having a cigarette, when I had a really intense rush, it was like my head was morphing and I closed my eyes riding it out. When I opened my eyes again it was like there was a see through yellow layer over my vision "Everythings yellow!" I yelled and again we fell about in fits of laughter. I suggested we go to Kings Park. Everyone agreed and a sober friend of ours drove us up there.
Everything was so much sharper and the lights seemed to glow more then usual. I looked at the moon and it had ... some kind of trail pointing down, so it looked like a comet shooting up into space. When we arrived at a parking spot in Kings Park I looked at the view of the city and it didn't look real, it looked like the kind of city you'd see in a video game. This won't make sense, but it looked too 3D, and the lines of the buildings seemed far too sharp. Later on we drove down to the city and I felt the same feeling of fakeness.
I ate a few more mushrooms and was peaking really hard and laughing my head off with my friends. I had such empathy towards everyone in the car.
After a few more little adventures we drove back to my place and continued to smoke pot. I was looking at the walls and I could see a pattern of blue and purple on the walls. And when I stared at a bench it seemed like there was a white trail growing all over it. Everything was so much more colourful and beautiful.
At about 3am we were all quite tired even though we were all still tripping very hard. We went inside and I tried to get some sleep. My brain was still racing a mile a minute though, And I was getting open eye visuals. I could see the beautiful pattern of colors everywhere, even when I closed my eyes.
I woke up the next morning and I felt really good. I could hear someone walking around so I got up. It was A. I grinned at him and said "I never need to take drugs ever again". He laughed and said "Yeah... lets have some cones" and we did
I am so glad I ended up taking this amazing psychadelic. I always had a fear that something like this would mess me up. But it was the exact opposite. I realise now that all the petty bullshit that goes on day to day, all our worries that seem to strangle us and all the so called rules that we feel the need to live by are complete crap. Life has so much more meaning then working for 50 years and dying. More then ever now I want to pursue art and education, as I believe that these two things, as well as medicine, are the things the human race should pursue with renewed vigour.
I look forward to trying other psychadelics now, like LSD etc. I used to say Heroin was my favourite drug. But now, I am not so sure. I will definitely take them again some time down the track, and I will be more aware of what to expect, and the trip will be more introspective, instead of me gawking at every open eye visual I see
