Two nights of tripping...I was God...?
Background: I'm an avid pot smoker and an experianced DXM user. I've reached some of the highest plateau's possible from the stuff. I've also tried LSA (no sitter, first time tripper, freaked out BIG time), and i've also done a very enjoyable shroom trip about 6 months prior to this.
I thought I was ready for this weekend. I thought I could handle whatever came my way--be it X, acid, shrooms...whatever. I was totally and completly wrong.
A group consisting of myself, T (a sober sitter), E and his girlfriend D, and an a girl named K (done shrooms herself over 100 times).
We decided that this year we would attend the anual bluegrass festival in our state, which is put on by some bikers way out in the middle of nowhere. I happened to have a cabin nearby and it just sounded so perfect to spend a weekend getting high, tripping and listening to some great jam bands.
Only D had ever been this event before, so when I saw the thousands of people camping in this massive gravel pit--I was utterly amazed. People had elaborate camps setup, complete with torches, projectors, lights, generators...the works. It was like a psyhcadelic city! People were openly smoking weed, selling and buying shrooms/acid/x/whatever and basically getting seriously fucked up.
I was under the impression the festival was about some great music, but it turns out it was a huge tailgate drug-fest...
The first night we sat around late at my cabin smoking weed and taking nitrous hits. K had brought 3 bags of shrooms from town just to make sure that we had some. D, E, and K ate the bags, save .6 grams that was graciously given to me.
I have had gastric bypass surgery, so my stomach is the size of an egg--not to mention everything I eat goes strait to my intestines practically. I got a quick, noticable buzz. I began to see psychadelic fractal/pixels overlayed on my vision. After we all started to feel the mushrooms (i was so surprised I was seeing CEV's after a .6 dose!) we decided to head to the festival. It was about 3am at this time, and when we got there and got out of the car an 8 year old kid approaches the car and goes, "Hey any you guys lookin for shrooms?" Apparently we found out later that this kids parents give him shrooms to sell as his allowance. Wierd.
We walked around and saw some of the most fucked up people i've ever seen in my life. I was enjoying the bodyhigh and the slight color enhancements I was having. K told me that her friends had come out for this thing and she could get me whatever I wanted, namley acid. I was stoked but K was so gone that just trying to get her to operate her cellphone to call her friend was impossible.
We eventually went home and went to bed...The next moring D and E left, leaving just T, K and myself. We headed out late again after sleeping all day. We got out there and this time we managed to hook up with K's friends. We setup some chairs at their camp site and I proceeded to pull out my oz of chronic to get to smoking. I started to meet everyone, and it seemed everyone was rollin on X. I was just trying to get a base high at this point, maybe to a few chargers of nitrous and THEN try to find some harder stuff.
K got up with her friends for a walk, and when she came back she handed me a baggie of shrooms. I took out my scale and it read 3.5...Nice...
I started immediatley to munch them down. After getting half the bag down, I was really feeling woozy. My puplis were getting massive and K asked me to get her a whippet ready. I tried desperatley to fumble around with the cracker, trying to put the balloon on. The guy sitting next to me saw how hard I was trying and offered to help.
Just after this, we got word that the pyrotechnics show was about to start, so I put my pipe in my shorts and we all got up and started to walk to where the fireworks were going to be. I began to stare at the ground, looking at the rocks. They were melting and breathing. When i would close my eyes I could see strange aztec looking patterns.
We stoped for a break at a campsite that had a cozy fire going. I got a strange and very comfortable feeling standing there. It turns out this is where K got the shrooms from. Every time I would pass by this place later I would get this strange feeling of peace and serenity.
It was just a few minutes later when we realized I had left my backpack way back where we first started, which had all my weed (about an oz) and all my gear inside. We quickly walked back to get the bag, then we locked up all our gear and headed out to see the fireworks. On the way there, my mouth started to feel very off, I was moving my tounge around and my cheecks and gums started to feel very bizare and distorted. This happened several times in the night, but only around a certain area of the festival.
It was just about at this time, standing and watching the fireworks going off that I began to really loose it. Things started to accelerate very fast from this point. I have only about a 2% ablilty today to recall from here to this morning what took place next.
Staring at the fireworks I began to feel like this was one of those events in your life that you will never be the same after. I started to nearly break down into tears because of the sheer beauty of the bursting colors in the sky. Suddenly I started to loose ALL physical control over my body. I felt like I was orgasming, shitting, pissing, and in pure bliss all at the same time. I remember going back and forth between T (the sober one) and K and her friends. I would get very diffrent vibes from the two. T seemed like the "logbook" and "guide", whereas K and her friends seemed like fellow magical beings of some kind.
Durring the fireworks I remember thinking and saying that I had done everything now in life I had ever wanted to do. I can't even begin to desribe the emotions and feelings involved with this realization.
Shortly after the fireworks I began to have the strangest sensations ever. Suddenly, sexual thoughs, complete with full on open eyed hallucinaions of me having sex with K popped into my head. I would drop my jaw and look at K, who would seem to blush and look very ashamed. It was if all the primal emotions including lust were transferable telepathically. What I thought about she could sence, and what she though I could also see/sence.
I happen to have some feelings for K, shes single and really attractive. We both enjoy MJ and exploring our minds with things like DXM and shrooms. I felt very "connected" in sexual and non-sexual ways that entire night. It some instances, I felt like we co-existed together and I swore she could pick up on what I was feeling/seeing. I'm very confused about this part of the trip. I haven't mentioned this to K at all, and im wondering if I should ever mention it at all.
K and her friends understood that I was tripping much to hard for me to handle, so they kept trying to get me to focus on objects like clowds or points of light. In the sky the clowds looked like fish skeletons. It was actually really awesome.
I started to think of TJ as some kind of life-guide-partner. I kept asking him if we were married or somthing. I also thought that I was married to K for some reason because of the strange manifestations of my thoughts.
Shortly after this we all started to walk around the festival area. I remember now suddenly realizing that I could create or alter anything I wanted. I could have anything, be anything, go anywhere or do anything. I thought that maybe my life that I had known was not real, and that the state I was in was somehow an unlocked dimension that some of us can enter. I was starting to wonder if I was in heaven. I felt like my real life had been a dream and I had taken these shrooms which had awakened me into the real world.
To better explain I also somehow got the impression that I was sort of in that beautiful beach scene from the end of Contact. That all the people tripping around me were from other worlds or somthing. We had found the "galactic nexus" or somthing, where time/space did not mean anything. The festival never ended, and that this place and these people were more of a "lifestyle" than anything. I kept saying that I was on a "magical mystery mushroom tour".
Eventually we got back to the campsite to sit down. At this point I was living entire lives in seconds. All my memories were now "created by me". All my knowldege was also "created by me". I was switching from life to life in a mere matter of seconds. I also noticed that I could alter the people, bringing them here to me and then creating new people. I started to then think that I was a "creature" because my body kept feeling like it was morphing and moving. The 3-second jumps were still happening.
I was able however, to channel my thoughts and go down streams or highways of conciousness, living lives I chose and putting myself in places that were comfortable. Despite how hard I tried to hold myself in these places, I was also jerked into another without being able to control it.
I kept feeling like my life was ending, everything would get so intense that I would ball up in the chair nearly crying, and then I would die...I would then get "reborn" again and start the whole process of living out entire lives in seconds over and over. I felt like I was in a constant repeating loop that would never end.
I remember also having a full OEV of myself floating spread eagle in orbit over the earth. It was at this point I stood up, walked to the fire and spread out my arms trying to "fly" like superman (who I also invented).
On my way back to my chair I fell down and laid on the ground. I felt once again like I was dying and people were all aroud me trying to see if I was ok. I was picked up and put in my chair once again, no bumps or buises to report today.
I was thinking to myself that I had reached an entireley new level of tripping, and that I would now never be able to return to the life I lived because it had all been invented and created by me. These thoughts lead me to wonder if I was God, alone and creating everything around me.
I had lost all touch with reality. I was babbling to myself, shouting strange things like, "Bluegrass '72!" ...I wasn't even alive then, and the event isn't even that old...
The strangest thing was that time seemed to go extremley fast. Before I knew it T, K and myself were back at the cabin. I laid down in the dark and what seemed like mere minutes went by. I was told by T that I laid there for an hour and then suddenly came to and was totally down. I remember at that point slowly going, "Ok...I have a mother/father..." and things like that, piecing together my real life bit by bit. Thinking chronologically of the events leading up to my trip helped me out.
I went back to bed and woke up feeling very run down with a headache. I tripped much harder than anyone in the group there, and several times the night before people were commenting that, "the shrooms had gotten to him" or that "he's gone compleltley nutty".
I'm going to take a break from psychadelics for a whille. Last night was so intense, like I said I can only remember such small pieces of events. I really am currious to know if anyone who is really experianced can tell me what the hell happened to me. Was I tripping into a new level or somthing? Are there "stages" that I can sort of place myself at?
All I know now is that weed is to asprin as morphine is to shrooms. Weed is so mellow and weak compared to the power of what I just went through.
Background: I'm an avid pot smoker and an experianced DXM user. I've reached some of the highest plateau's possible from the stuff. I've also tried LSA (no sitter, first time tripper, freaked out BIG time), and i've also done a very enjoyable shroom trip about 6 months prior to this.
I thought I was ready for this weekend. I thought I could handle whatever came my way--be it X, acid, shrooms...whatever. I was totally and completly wrong.
A group consisting of myself, T (a sober sitter), E and his girlfriend D, and an a girl named K (done shrooms herself over 100 times).
We decided that this year we would attend the anual bluegrass festival in our state, which is put on by some bikers way out in the middle of nowhere. I happened to have a cabin nearby and it just sounded so perfect to spend a weekend getting high, tripping and listening to some great jam bands.
Only D had ever been this event before, so when I saw the thousands of people camping in this massive gravel pit--I was utterly amazed. People had elaborate camps setup, complete with torches, projectors, lights, generators...the works. It was like a psyhcadelic city! People were openly smoking weed, selling and buying shrooms/acid/x/whatever and basically getting seriously fucked up.
I was under the impression the festival was about some great music, but it turns out it was a huge tailgate drug-fest...
The first night we sat around late at my cabin smoking weed and taking nitrous hits. K had brought 3 bags of shrooms from town just to make sure that we had some. D, E, and K ate the bags, save .6 grams that was graciously given to me.
I have had gastric bypass surgery, so my stomach is the size of an egg--not to mention everything I eat goes strait to my intestines practically. I got a quick, noticable buzz. I began to see psychadelic fractal/pixels overlayed on my vision. After we all started to feel the mushrooms (i was so surprised I was seeing CEV's after a .6 dose!) we decided to head to the festival. It was about 3am at this time, and when we got there and got out of the car an 8 year old kid approaches the car and goes, "Hey any you guys lookin for shrooms?" Apparently we found out later that this kids parents give him shrooms to sell as his allowance. Wierd.
We walked around and saw some of the most fucked up people i've ever seen in my life. I was enjoying the bodyhigh and the slight color enhancements I was having. K told me that her friends had come out for this thing and she could get me whatever I wanted, namley acid. I was stoked but K was so gone that just trying to get her to operate her cellphone to call her friend was impossible.
We eventually went home and went to bed...The next moring D and E left, leaving just T, K and myself. We headed out late again after sleeping all day. We got out there and this time we managed to hook up with K's friends. We setup some chairs at their camp site and I proceeded to pull out my oz of chronic to get to smoking. I started to meet everyone, and it seemed everyone was rollin on X. I was just trying to get a base high at this point, maybe to a few chargers of nitrous and THEN try to find some harder stuff.
K got up with her friends for a walk, and when she came back she handed me a baggie of shrooms. I took out my scale and it read 3.5...Nice...
I started immediatley to munch them down. After getting half the bag down, I was really feeling woozy. My puplis were getting massive and K asked me to get her a whippet ready. I tried desperatley to fumble around with the cracker, trying to put the balloon on. The guy sitting next to me saw how hard I was trying and offered to help.
Just after this, we got word that the pyrotechnics show was about to start, so I put my pipe in my shorts and we all got up and started to walk to where the fireworks were going to be. I began to stare at the ground, looking at the rocks. They were melting and breathing. When i would close my eyes I could see strange aztec looking patterns.
We stoped for a break at a campsite that had a cozy fire going. I got a strange and very comfortable feeling standing there. It turns out this is where K got the shrooms from. Every time I would pass by this place later I would get this strange feeling of peace and serenity.
It was just a few minutes later when we realized I had left my backpack way back where we first started, which had all my weed (about an oz) and all my gear inside. We quickly walked back to get the bag, then we locked up all our gear and headed out to see the fireworks. On the way there, my mouth started to feel very off, I was moving my tounge around and my cheecks and gums started to feel very bizare and distorted. This happened several times in the night, but only around a certain area of the festival.
It was just about at this time, standing and watching the fireworks going off that I began to really loose it. Things started to accelerate very fast from this point. I have only about a 2% ablilty today to recall from here to this morning what took place next.
Staring at the fireworks I began to feel like this was one of those events in your life that you will never be the same after. I started to nearly break down into tears because of the sheer beauty of the bursting colors in the sky. Suddenly I started to loose ALL physical control over my body. I felt like I was orgasming, shitting, pissing, and in pure bliss all at the same time. I remember going back and forth between T (the sober one) and K and her friends. I would get very diffrent vibes from the two. T seemed like the "logbook" and "guide", whereas K and her friends seemed like fellow magical beings of some kind.
Durring the fireworks I remember thinking and saying that I had done everything now in life I had ever wanted to do. I can't even begin to desribe the emotions and feelings involved with this realization.
Shortly after the fireworks I began to have the strangest sensations ever. Suddenly, sexual thoughs, complete with full on open eyed hallucinaions of me having sex with K popped into my head. I would drop my jaw and look at K, who would seem to blush and look very ashamed. It was if all the primal emotions including lust were transferable telepathically. What I thought about she could sence, and what she though I could also see/sence.
I happen to have some feelings for K, shes single and really attractive. We both enjoy MJ and exploring our minds with things like DXM and shrooms. I felt very "connected" in sexual and non-sexual ways that entire night. It some instances, I felt like we co-existed together and I swore she could pick up on what I was feeling/seeing. I'm very confused about this part of the trip. I haven't mentioned this to K at all, and im wondering if I should ever mention it at all.
K and her friends understood that I was tripping much to hard for me to handle, so they kept trying to get me to focus on objects like clowds or points of light. In the sky the clowds looked like fish skeletons. It was actually really awesome.
I started to think of TJ as some kind of life-guide-partner. I kept asking him if we were married or somthing. I also thought that I was married to K for some reason because of the strange manifestations of my thoughts.
Shortly after this we all started to walk around the festival area. I remember now suddenly realizing that I could create or alter anything I wanted. I could have anything, be anything, go anywhere or do anything. I thought that maybe my life that I had known was not real, and that the state I was in was somehow an unlocked dimension that some of us can enter. I was starting to wonder if I was in heaven. I felt like my real life had been a dream and I had taken these shrooms which had awakened me into the real world.
To better explain I also somehow got the impression that I was sort of in that beautiful beach scene from the end of Contact. That all the people tripping around me were from other worlds or somthing. We had found the "galactic nexus" or somthing, where time/space did not mean anything. The festival never ended, and that this place and these people were more of a "lifestyle" than anything. I kept saying that I was on a "magical mystery mushroom tour".
Eventually we got back to the campsite to sit down. At this point I was living entire lives in seconds. All my memories were now "created by me". All my knowldege was also "created by me". I was switching from life to life in a mere matter of seconds. I also noticed that I could alter the people, bringing them here to me and then creating new people. I started to then think that I was a "creature" because my body kept feeling like it was morphing and moving. The 3-second jumps were still happening.
I was able however, to channel my thoughts and go down streams or highways of conciousness, living lives I chose and putting myself in places that were comfortable. Despite how hard I tried to hold myself in these places, I was also jerked into another without being able to control it.
I kept feeling like my life was ending, everything would get so intense that I would ball up in the chair nearly crying, and then I would die...I would then get "reborn" again and start the whole process of living out entire lives in seconds over and over. I felt like I was in a constant repeating loop that would never end.
I remember also having a full OEV of myself floating spread eagle in orbit over the earth. It was at this point I stood up, walked to the fire and spread out my arms trying to "fly" like superman (who I also invented).
On my way back to my chair I fell down and laid on the ground. I felt once again like I was dying and people were all aroud me trying to see if I was ok. I was picked up and put in my chair once again, no bumps or buises to report today.
I was thinking to myself that I had reached an entireley new level of tripping, and that I would now never be able to return to the life I lived because it had all been invented and created by me. These thoughts lead me to wonder if I was God, alone and creating everything around me.
I had lost all touch with reality. I was babbling to myself, shouting strange things like, "Bluegrass '72!" ...I wasn't even alive then, and the event isn't even that old...
The strangest thing was that time seemed to go extremley fast. Before I knew it T, K and myself were back at the cabin. I laid down in the dark and what seemed like mere minutes went by. I was told by T that I laid there for an hour and then suddenly came to and was totally down. I remember at that point slowly going, "Ok...I have a mother/father..." and things like that, piecing together my real life bit by bit. Thinking chronologically of the events leading up to my trip helped me out.
I went back to bed and woke up feeling very run down with a headache. I tripped much harder than anyone in the group there, and several times the night before people were commenting that, "the shrooms had gotten to him" or that "he's gone compleltley nutty".
I'm going to take a break from psychadelics for a whille. Last night was so intense, like I said I can only remember such small pieces of events. I really am currious to know if anyone who is really experianced can tell me what the hell happened to me. Was I tripping into a new level or somthing? Are there "stages" that I can sort of place myself at?
All I know now is that weed is to asprin as morphine is to shrooms. Weed is so mellow and weak compared to the power of what I just went through.
