Just a quick report as i'm off to bed soon.
So... last weekend i had a rather long one...
Friday night, 4 pills and half a gram of charlie...
Saturday, yet another 4 bikkies, lots of weed, booze, and k...
Come Sunday i was prepared to relax, take it easy and stress about the new job i was starting on Monday.
So at about 4pm i recieved a call from a mate, his voice booming with excitement down the phone.
"GUESS WHAT???!!!... My mate finally came through with the mushies!!!"
Every year we manage to get onto mushies only once or twice as we're all from the city and don't own cars... and our mates that do own cars are usually too wrecked or stingy to drive out to the country to go mushy picking.
So i decided to finish off the weekend with a bang.
I've done mushrooms probably 10 times and acid around 20.
I enjoy hallucinagens more than anything but unfortunately im my circle of friends there is a proliferation of speed, pills and coke... but my favorite poison is a rarity.
I got to my friends house and he presented a bag with two grams of dried, chopped up mushrooms... I'd never seen mushrooms in this form as i had always eaten them fresh (the most horrible thing you could possibly put in your mouth).
My initial response was "Is that going to be enough to get the both of us high?"... to which my mate responded "Apparently it is".
Both of us being in uncharted territory with dried mushrooms, were perhaps foolishly over confident. We had no idea what was in store for us.
So we boiled the water and made our tea...
My mate, being the cautious, or smart one, only drank half his cup of tea... just to pace himself. Without knowing this, and thinking he was finished, i polished off the rest of my glass.
We had a couple of joints and waited for the feeling to set in.
Within about 20 minutes, the initial stages of our trip began to creep up on us. In past experiences, when taking magic mushrooms, i'd never really had the trip creep up... it usually was instantly at its peak when it kicked in.
So i assumed this time was no different...
At the beginning. the feeling could simply be explained as very euphoric... we both had big smiles and were on the odd occasion, giggling like school girls.
The pair of us were rather content and pleased that it wasn't the full trip we had expected as we'd both consumed a fairly large amount of substances in the previous two days.
When on any hallucinagen, i usually judge time by the amount of songs that have passed, but as my mate was playing long, ambient, trip-hop mixes, my sense of time had gone out the window.
So, within what seemed like an hour but in reality was probably only 10 minutes, i started to feel more and more out of it...
The exact second i realised that the trip was becoming more intense, my friend turned to me, the smile that was on his face only minutes ago was replaced with a blank expression. He said "I think it's coming in waves" and i responded "I was just thinking that".
Once again, within what felt like hours, but was probably only another 10 mintues, i noticed that i was in the grips of one of the most all-consuming trips i'd ever experienced.
In the past, i've never really experienced any, what could be called, "true visuals" on mushrooms or acid. What i mean by that is, i've seen the odd flash of light or shadow that wasn't really there... but they're usually a result of extreme sleep deprivation rather than the drug i was on at the time.
Until last Sunday i'd assumed that the idea of visual hallucinations only occurred in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas and books.
It wasn't until i looked at my friends wardrobe and saw both an alien wrapped in what looked like a papoose and a wizard, grinning at me, that i finally understood the image that the directors of those films and the authors of drug related books were trying to convey.
From there, posters on the walls, the carpet, and my friends 1000's of stacked cds were dancing around with a life of their own.
I was in awe of what i was viewing and feeling... but in no way was i worried... although the trip was extremely forceful, the whole time i was filled with a somewhat comforting sense of warmth and security.
My mate got up and changed the cd... and i was amazed at how the music dictated my state of mind. It has been in my thoughts since that night and i have been reading up on it a little.
Originally, the music that was being played, i'd never heard... and although i said i was surrounded by a sense of security, i was also, overcome with a feeling of detatchment... i hardly recognised my friends bedroom. a room that i've been in over 100 times.
The second cd he played, (at the time, it was inconcievable to me how he could even stand and walk to the stereo, as i was uncapable of moving at all) was an artist who i've been listening to for years, and one of my favorite cds.
Perhaps he could sense that i was well out of my mind and chose to bring the mood back down with that cd... because as soon as it was played, an aura of familiarity consumed me, and the intensity of my trip began to decrease to a comfortable level where i was able to speak and move my arms.
And with that, i must stress, that i'm in no way exaggerating when i say i couldn't move... every time i twitched my finger it seemed to increase the trip 10 fold.
We eventually got back to a nice euphoric, happy level, and went out into the loungeroom to watch the American version of the office... at the time... it was the funniest fucking thing i'd ever seen. But in retrospect, it was a crappy episode.
All in all it was the most fun i'd ever had on a hallucinagen... i'm a complete athiest but that was the closest to god i'd ever been.
The mushy season is almost over, so unfortunately i'll be waiting another year to experience something like that again............. which is probably a good thing......
So... last weekend i had a rather long one...
Friday night, 4 pills and half a gram of charlie...
Saturday, yet another 4 bikkies, lots of weed, booze, and k...
Come Sunday i was prepared to relax, take it easy and stress about the new job i was starting on Monday.
So at about 4pm i recieved a call from a mate, his voice booming with excitement down the phone.
"GUESS WHAT???!!!... My mate finally came through with the mushies!!!"
Every year we manage to get onto mushies only once or twice as we're all from the city and don't own cars... and our mates that do own cars are usually too wrecked or stingy to drive out to the country to go mushy picking.
So i decided to finish off the weekend with a bang.
I've done mushrooms probably 10 times and acid around 20.
I enjoy hallucinagens more than anything but unfortunately im my circle of friends there is a proliferation of speed, pills and coke... but my favorite poison is a rarity.
I got to my friends house and he presented a bag with two grams of dried, chopped up mushrooms... I'd never seen mushrooms in this form as i had always eaten them fresh (the most horrible thing you could possibly put in your mouth).
My initial response was "Is that going to be enough to get the both of us high?"... to which my mate responded "Apparently it is".
Both of us being in uncharted territory with dried mushrooms, were perhaps foolishly over confident. We had no idea what was in store for us.
So we boiled the water and made our tea...
My mate, being the cautious, or smart one, only drank half his cup of tea... just to pace himself. Without knowing this, and thinking he was finished, i polished off the rest of my glass.
We had a couple of joints and waited for the feeling to set in.
Within about 20 minutes, the initial stages of our trip began to creep up on us. In past experiences, when taking magic mushrooms, i'd never really had the trip creep up... it usually was instantly at its peak when it kicked in.
So i assumed this time was no different...
At the beginning. the feeling could simply be explained as very euphoric... we both had big smiles and were on the odd occasion, giggling like school girls.
The pair of us were rather content and pleased that it wasn't the full trip we had expected as we'd both consumed a fairly large amount of substances in the previous two days.
When on any hallucinagen, i usually judge time by the amount of songs that have passed, but as my mate was playing long, ambient, trip-hop mixes, my sense of time had gone out the window.
So, within what seemed like an hour but in reality was probably only 10 minutes, i started to feel more and more out of it...
The exact second i realised that the trip was becoming more intense, my friend turned to me, the smile that was on his face only minutes ago was replaced with a blank expression. He said "I think it's coming in waves" and i responded "I was just thinking that".
Once again, within what felt like hours, but was probably only another 10 mintues, i noticed that i was in the grips of one of the most all-consuming trips i'd ever experienced.
In the past, i've never really experienced any, what could be called, "true visuals" on mushrooms or acid. What i mean by that is, i've seen the odd flash of light or shadow that wasn't really there... but they're usually a result of extreme sleep deprivation rather than the drug i was on at the time.
Until last Sunday i'd assumed that the idea of visual hallucinations only occurred in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas and books.
It wasn't until i looked at my friends wardrobe and saw both an alien wrapped in what looked like a papoose and a wizard, grinning at me, that i finally understood the image that the directors of those films and the authors of drug related books were trying to convey.
From there, posters on the walls, the carpet, and my friends 1000's of stacked cds were dancing around with a life of their own.
I was in awe of what i was viewing and feeling... but in no way was i worried... although the trip was extremely forceful, the whole time i was filled with a somewhat comforting sense of warmth and security.
My mate got up and changed the cd... and i was amazed at how the music dictated my state of mind. It has been in my thoughts since that night and i have been reading up on it a little.
Originally, the music that was being played, i'd never heard... and although i said i was surrounded by a sense of security, i was also, overcome with a feeling of detatchment... i hardly recognised my friends bedroom. a room that i've been in over 100 times.
The second cd he played, (at the time, it was inconcievable to me how he could even stand and walk to the stereo, as i was uncapable of moving at all) was an artist who i've been listening to for years, and one of my favorite cds.
Perhaps he could sense that i was well out of my mind and chose to bring the mood back down with that cd... because as soon as it was played, an aura of familiarity consumed me, and the intensity of my trip began to decrease to a comfortable level where i was able to speak and move my arms.
And with that, i must stress, that i'm in no way exaggerating when i say i couldn't move... every time i twitched my finger it seemed to increase the trip 10 fold.
We eventually got back to a nice euphoric, happy level, and went out into the loungeroom to watch the American version of the office... at the time... it was the funniest fucking thing i'd ever seen. But in retrospect, it was a crappy episode.
All in all it was the most fun i'd ever had on a hallucinagen... i'm a complete athiest but that was the closest to god i'd ever been.
The mushy season is almost over, so unfortunately i'll be waiting another year to experience something like that again............. which is probably a good thing......
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