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Mushrooms/Ecstacy/GHB - Experienced - Shroomified
Although this is a report of a trip that occurred last year, I am posting it because I think it would be better appreciated amongst you people than amongst my non-drug-doing friends.
Also, reading other's experiences sort of makes me want to say, "Yeah, me too!"
Anyway...
After hitting Insomnia alone (I usually go alone, its fun to meet people)I was preparing to leave, I had one more roll left, and I had double dropped earlier in the night. I think it was around 1-ish a.m. or so. Anyway, it had been a pretty good night, the rolls were Purple Ferraris, so that right there will bring a grin to some of your faces...
...like I said, I had one left and had made the mental decision to drop it on the way home, and maybe peak just as I got there, you know, hit a little GHB and so forth. Anyway, I run into a friend I had not seen in 3 years, right there on the patio, drinking water. We engaged in all of the ecstasy talk that is so typical in that type of a situation, and he invited me to his car to show me something, which, to my delight, turned out to be a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, full mushroom, still damp. Greenish/bluish overtones, fat stem,
the thing actually said my name outloud now that I think about it. You all know the kind I am talking about here. Anyway, he gave it to me and advised me to eat the whole shroom, now this was a pretty good sized shroom, but not a monster. Enough to get the job done.
I thanked him, we parted ways, and I went home.
The whole way I grinned thinking about the Ferrari and the shroom. I laughed out loud and talked to myself about that mushroom, and about how much I appreciated my friend. I talked to the mushroom itself, too. Out loud.
By the time I got home I was still rolling a lot better than I had anticipated I would be. (Those Ferraris are something else, hey?) Ok, if I remember correctly it was around 4:30, maybe a bit after. Clear night. Everything perfect, and I cue up Sasha Expander (I had a nice system)and hit a little cap of GHB. Now, I get the mushroom out and explain things to it before I eat it, which I did, all at once. Chewed it thoroughly.
The cap hit me first, bringing my roll back up so well that I actually thought I had dropped that last Ferrari. Now, just about the time that Sahsh was ending, I start feeling that shroom. So I put in that Nick Warren, number 18...the deep one. Holy shit. And what's more, here comes the first light of dawn.
Now, you can imagine how holy I was feeling. I flew through the Warren, and had amazing visuals and crystallized music, the whole thing...but now the mushroom was instructing me to go outside. Look at the sunrise, it told me, appreciate the life giving light that floods over the earth, every single morning, every SINGLE morning, see, and do NOT take it for granted. Ahh...
I am actually in tears that morning, standing and watching that sun. My street ended at a park, which was surrounded by trees. Old trees. And the trees, I suddenly understood, were there to protect the children playing in the park, to provide them with oxygen, they were old and tired, but they loved the laughter of the children in the day. I knew this then, and I know it now, a year later. They nodded to me with their gently swaying branches, and breathed on me with their leaves, giving me life, with the sun, freely, without judgement.
This is what I wanted to talk about here. On this trip, I became so aware of how it is judgement that holds us in bondage, and judgement that becomes a stumbling block to living. I began to understand the phrase, 'the truth will set you free', and 'to the pure in heart, all things are pure.' I am not religious, folks. But the spirit of the mushroom acted as a catalyst, and rearraged my syntax, deleting the necessity for moral judgement entirely, and helped me to transcend internal condemnation, and just BE. Right then and there.
The intensity of those moments is only possible with help from nature's chemistry. The mushroom volunteered its help.
Anyway, check this out now. I eventually found myself wandering towards my gym (I know, but I am a workout freak), which has an outside jacuzzi. I had at some point returned and collected my gym bag, but that part seems hazy. Anyway, imagine, if you will, how I felt...
...when I found that last Ferrari. Right there in my pocket, where I had left it.
Naturally, I went ahead and ate it right there. It was a moral imperative, I judged, in my newly acquired state of non-judgement!
Believe it or not, I actually went in and lifted for about half an hour.
I skipped the jacuzzi, though, and the roll kicked in just as I was leaving.
Passing the trees on the way home was something that cannot be adequately described right here.
I have talked about it to my friends, even the ones who roll, but they didn't really seem to understand. Anyway, you probably know that I touched them, those trees, each one, and thanked them.
The cap of GHB in my apartment put a great exclamation point on the experience, and I made a conscious decision to end it on that high point, so I followed with another cap, and out I went, listening to Danny Howells.
Thought I'd share that one with ya.
[Changed title from "Shroomified" to comply with forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 17 July 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
Although this is a report of a trip that occurred last year, I am posting it because I think it would be better appreciated amongst you people than amongst my non-drug-doing friends.
Also, reading other's experiences sort of makes me want to say, "Yeah, me too!"
Anyway...
After hitting Insomnia alone (I usually go alone, its fun to meet people)I was preparing to leave, I had one more roll left, and I had double dropped earlier in the night. I think it was around 1-ish a.m. or so. Anyway, it had been a pretty good night, the rolls were Purple Ferraris, so that right there will bring a grin to some of your faces...
...like I said, I had one left and had made the mental decision to drop it on the way home, and maybe peak just as I got there, you know, hit a little GHB and so forth. Anyway, I run into a friend I had not seen in 3 years, right there on the patio, drinking water. We engaged in all of the ecstasy talk that is so typical in that type of a situation, and he invited me to his car to show me something, which, to my delight, turned out to be a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, full mushroom, still damp. Greenish/bluish overtones, fat stem,
the thing actually said my name outloud now that I think about it. You all know the kind I am talking about here. Anyway, he gave it to me and advised me to eat the whole shroom, now this was a pretty good sized shroom, but not a monster. Enough to get the job done.
I thanked him, we parted ways, and I went home.
The whole way I grinned thinking about the Ferrari and the shroom. I laughed out loud and talked to myself about that mushroom, and about how much I appreciated my friend. I talked to the mushroom itself, too. Out loud.
By the time I got home I was still rolling a lot better than I had anticipated I would be. (Those Ferraris are something else, hey?) Ok, if I remember correctly it was around 4:30, maybe a bit after. Clear night. Everything perfect, and I cue up Sasha Expander (I had a nice system)and hit a little cap of GHB. Now, I get the mushroom out and explain things to it before I eat it, which I did, all at once. Chewed it thoroughly.
The cap hit me first, bringing my roll back up so well that I actually thought I had dropped that last Ferrari. Now, just about the time that Sahsh was ending, I start feeling that shroom. So I put in that Nick Warren, number 18...the deep one. Holy shit. And what's more, here comes the first light of dawn.
Now, you can imagine how holy I was feeling. I flew through the Warren, and had amazing visuals and crystallized music, the whole thing...but now the mushroom was instructing me to go outside. Look at the sunrise, it told me, appreciate the life giving light that floods over the earth, every single morning, every SINGLE morning, see, and do NOT take it for granted. Ahh...
I am actually in tears that morning, standing and watching that sun. My street ended at a park, which was surrounded by trees. Old trees. And the trees, I suddenly understood, were there to protect the children playing in the park, to provide them with oxygen, they were old and tired, but they loved the laughter of the children in the day. I knew this then, and I know it now, a year later. They nodded to me with their gently swaying branches, and breathed on me with their leaves, giving me life, with the sun, freely, without judgement.
This is what I wanted to talk about here. On this trip, I became so aware of how it is judgement that holds us in bondage, and judgement that becomes a stumbling block to living. I began to understand the phrase, 'the truth will set you free', and 'to the pure in heart, all things are pure.' I am not religious, folks. But the spirit of the mushroom acted as a catalyst, and rearraged my syntax, deleting the necessity for moral judgement entirely, and helped me to transcend internal condemnation, and just BE. Right then and there.
The intensity of those moments is only possible with help from nature's chemistry. The mushroom volunteered its help.
Anyway, check this out now. I eventually found myself wandering towards my gym (I know, but I am a workout freak), which has an outside jacuzzi. I had at some point returned and collected my gym bag, but that part seems hazy. Anyway, imagine, if you will, how I felt...
...when I found that last Ferrari. Right there in my pocket, where I had left it.
Naturally, I went ahead and ate it right there. It was a moral imperative, I judged, in my newly acquired state of non-judgement!
Believe it or not, I actually went in and lifted for about half an hour.
I skipped the jacuzzi, though, and the roll kicked in just as I was leaving.
Passing the trees on the way home was something that cannot be adequately described right here.
I have talked about it to my friends, even the ones who roll, but they didn't really seem to understand. Anyway, you probably know that I touched them, those trees, each one, and thanked them.
The cap of GHB in my apartment put a great exclamation point on the experience, and I made a conscious decision to end it on that high point, so I followed with another cap, and out I went, listening to Danny Howells.
Thought I'd share that one with ya.
[Changed title from "Shroomified" to comply with forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 17 July 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
