Hiss
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jun 30, 2005
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- 42
It started off a nice night at the local bar with 3 of my friends. One of them (P) is into tripping a lot and told me personally that he has come across something special and he will show me at his place after we leave (he was keeping it secret from our 2 other friends). so, the night goes by, I have 4 beers total, and go back to his place.
P pulls out a little capsule with a mushroom logo on it. Inside is a tiny amount of powder, like 2 matchheads maybe, of greyish looking stuff. he says, 'this is psilocybin' and at first i'm skeptical. but he said its not a RC. with the alcohol flowing through me, i am ready to trip. so, after purchasing one for 25$, we swallow the capsules and relax on the couch.
he said it was supposed to be equal to 5 grams of shrooms, weighed out that way to equal terince mecenna's 'heroic dose'. so after 20 minutes i start to feel something. i have done shrooms a few times before, and it felt like that but it seemed to have less body load. then we watch 'the wall' by pink floyd. BIG mistake. this movie was horrible to watch in my state of mind. i started seeing blood and guts appearing on the wall and melting everywhere. then i started to think P was an entity and not really a person because my concept of people and who they were, and even who i was, was thrown so far off. i got up and stumbled to the corner of the room and pissed right there on the floor because i was so fucked up and didn't know that was wrong. P watched me but didnt say a word. he didnt say much all nite...
thats because we lost the concept of what words were. my god, i was so fucked up and spaced out. i dont even remember much of the intense part because it was so abstract and i couldnt hardly describe it if i did. i know my visual perception was altered beyond recognition and i was hearing voices and music that wasn't there. i didnt know where i was or what 'i' was. at one point i caught a briefness of my ego and it was scared, i was scared. so, back into reality partially (it kept coming in waves, severe ego loss followed by a hint of sanity) i realized i wouldnt be here long. so i ran to P's fridge and pulled out a 6 pack of beer and just started chugging. then ego loss hit me after the second beer, and i gained reality back and kept drinking more to take the horrifyingly powerful edge off. i finished that 6 pack in about 10 minutes (a guess, because time was so different then), but i spilled about a beer on the floor cause i was uncoordinated.
i remember thinking a cat kept staring at me through the wall. it was a mean, nosy cat. it kept constantly showing itself, without words telling me that it was keeping an eye on me cause i was a bad guy. i got so mad i threw beer bottles at the wall hard when it showed itself, but right before the beer bottle hit the wall and shattered it would disappear. at this point P was gone (i find out later he took too much valium <120mg> and crashed on the bathroom floor) and no one was there to help me get a grip on reality. i didnt think the cat was a visual, i thought it was an annoying part of reality.
so after breaking the 6 bottles on the wall, almost thinking of that as a game of try to kill the ghost cat, i start throwing other objects at the wall. like a glass cup. then i feel like i need more alcohol so i get in his cabinet and get vodka. i drink a bunch straight. i dont remember much after this and i'm glad i don't. just a few flashes.
i wake up to P yelling and kicking me. "wake the fuck up! look at this!" i get up, feeling in the worst pain ever, all over. especially my feet. i get up off the living room floor. i notice my feet first. my socks are all red and bloody. P points at the wall and there is paint chips out all over this one spot. and lots of glass laying by it.
i dont feel like going into detail after this. i had P take me to my doctor because there was no way i could pick out all the glass out of my feet nor did i want to. it was very painful but i got tylenol #4 out of that. right now i'm just laying on my bed, its real hard to walk. P was stuck with the mess. i said i'd help pay, and he said i better. i think the alcohol did worse to me than the psilocybin, but that psilocybin sure put me out in space. i definately will take it again someday if i can, but with someone to watch me. it felt like at least 5 grams of shrooms. mindblowing.
P pulls out a little capsule with a mushroom logo on it. Inside is a tiny amount of powder, like 2 matchheads maybe, of greyish looking stuff. he says, 'this is psilocybin' and at first i'm skeptical. but he said its not a RC. with the alcohol flowing through me, i am ready to trip. so, after purchasing one for 25$, we swallow the capsules and relax on the couch.
he said it was supposed to be equal to 5 grams of shrooms, weighed out that way to equal terince mecenna's 'heroic dose'. so after 20 minutes i start to feel something. i have done shrooms a few times before, and it felt like that but it seemed to have less body load. then we watch 'the wall' by pink floyd. BIG mistake. this movie was horrible to watch in my state of mind. i started seeing blood and guts appearing on the wall and melting everywhere. then i started to think P was an entity and not really a person because my concept of people and who they were, and even who i was, was thrown so far off. i got up and stumbled to the corner of the room and pissed right there on the floor because i was so fucked up and didn't know that was wrong. P watched me but didnt say a word. he didnt say much all nite...
thats because we lost the concept of what words were. my god, i was so fucked up and spaced out. i dont even remember much of the intense part because it was so abstract and i couldnt hardly describe it if i did. i know my visual perception was altered beyond recognition and i was hearing voices and music that wasn't there. i didnt know where i was or what 'i' was. at one point i caught a briefness of my ego and it was scared, i was scared. so, back into reality partially (it kept coming in waves, severe ego loss followed by a hint of sanity) i realized i wouldnt be here long. so i ran to P's fridge and pulled out a 6 pack of beer and just started chugging. then ego loss hit me after the second beer, and i gained reality back and kept drinking more to take the horrifyingly powerful edge off. i finished that 6 pack in about 10 minutes (a guess, because time was so different then), but i spilled about a beer on the floor cause i was uncoordinated.
i remember thinking a cat kept staring at me through the wall. it was a mean, nosy cat. it kept constantly showing itself, without words telling me that it was keeping an eye on me cause i was a bad guy. i got so mad i threw beer bottles at the wall hard when it showed itself, but right before the beer bottle hit the wall and shattered it would disappear. at this point P was gone (i find out later he took too much valium <120mg> and crashed on the bathroom floor) and no one was there to help me get a grip on reality. i didnt think the cat was a visual, i thought it was an annoying part of reality.
so after breaking the 6 bottles on the wall, almost thinking of that as a game of try to kill the ghost cat, i start throwing other objects at the wall. like a glass cup. then i feel like i need more alcohol so i get in his cabinet and get vodka. i drink a bunch straight. i dont remember much after this and i'm glad i don't. just a few flashes.
i wake up to P yelling and kicking me. "wake the fuck up! look at this!" i get up, feeling in the worst pain ever, all over. especially my feet. i get up off the living room floor. i notice my feet first. my socks are all red and bloody. P points at the wall and there is paint chips out all over this one spot. and lots of glass laying by it.
i dont feel like going into detail after this. i had P take me to my doctor because there was no way i could pick out all the glass out of my feet nor did i want to. it was very painful but i got tylenol #4 out of that. right now i'm just laying on my bed, its real hard to walk. P was stuck with the mess. i said i'd help pay, and he said i better. i think the alcohol did worse to me than the psilocybin, but that psilocybin sure put me out in space. i definately will take it again someday if i can, but with someone to watch me. it felt like at least 5 grams of shrooms. mindblowing.
