XeroInfinite
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My only experience with psychedelics before yesterday had been a tab of acid, and I'll return to that in my following trip report.
So yesterday, four friends and I set out to go trip mushrooms. 2 of us (myself included) took a full 1/8 each, 1 of us took a half 1/8 and the other two were trip sitters. We planned to eat the mushrooms and go on a nature walk so we took them and used lemon juice to maybe up the potency.
So we made it under this bridge right before the path, and sat down to smoke a few bowls before we would head out on this path (that at the end of would take us to a skatepark which I planned to stop by...we never made it), and the moment I hit the bong I immediately started to feel trippy. We finished up and went to continue on our little adventure.
I started to feel nauseated, but everything started getting that dimension of wonder and nature started to look very beautiful. We walked and rested and me and the other 1/8 tripper (I'll refer to him as K and the girl who took a half as T) were acting weird and I was hugging trees and all that. I kept asking T if she was tripping yet but she'd always say no.
As we continued along the path. Shit started getting weird. The thing with me is that when I took these shrooms and when I took the tab of acid, one noticible effect they had on me but how much power they gave me. I felt like a leader, bursting with confidence, I felt like everything I say was the perfect thing to say, I saw how thoughts were holding me back and that in reality I could do anything I damn well pleased. I felt so powerful. I felt like I could be the next Gandhi and lead the world in a peaceful revolution, I felt like I could be the next Charles Manson and destroy the world if I wanted to. I KNEW I could. I felt like a rock star god, best way to put it. A straight enlightened Demi-god.
We stopped and I sat down again. We all decided to take a breaepther but T randomly decided to leave us and sit by the bank of the stream that was alongside the path. After a few minutes I went down there to see how she was doing. Everyone wanted to smoke a bowl again so they all came down to this bank.
This is where we peaked. T was talking about how much she wanted to go into the river and she just got in, with her shoes and everything. I was totally encouraging it, but T still denied that she was tripping...and then proceded to lather mud all over her arms and legs, she even drew like tribal markings on her face...still claiming to be sober. And I believed it, because she's a weird gal in the first place. One of our trip sitters decided to go and do it to, just for fun. And I felt like it was calling me. The stream and the mud and the Forrest was calling me. I wanted to get fucking dirty. I wanted to forget about society, society was nothing but a game, a distant game. But I knew I couldn't go do it, because I still thought it was way too weird.
Me and K started talking to the sand and felt like each little grain was so significant, and I was amazed that I would probably never see the grains ever again or recognize them. But the call of nature beckoned, and it was powerful. I realized that the only thing stopping me was again, my thoughts and I stood up and took off my shoes and stood in the water. It completely energized me. I noticed that T and one of the trip sitters had started to go straight through the middle of the woods and I followed them. I was getting cut and scratched by twigs and thorns but pain wasn't even an issue then, I just walked through all of it. We made it to this little clearing and the trip sitter said this was crazy and he had to go back and get his stuff (we left our bags and shoes and shit) and left me and T alone.
She was bleeding pretty badly because she walked through the woods as I did, and she laid back against a tree. I laid on the ground on my back and looked up at her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, covered in mud and blood, with the golden light of the sun peaking through the trees on her. I was still feeling like a rock god, and I felt like this moment was fated by the Universe, she would be my partner and we would run away together and leave all the bullshit of the world and become famous one day. I looked up at her and asked her out, to which she agreed.
We left the clearing and went back to the bank again and I announced the news. I sat next to K and we started talking about reality. We both saw it clearly. We both saw what it was. It was like we were aware of another dimension of being that we never realized was there when sober. We felt sober...but different. We realized that we were nothing. Ego death. We had no identity. Me and K never existed as people....we were just something, the Universe, nothing and something at the same time. We saw how humans limited themselves with thoughts. We saw how we were always free and that our lives were so easy underneath all the illusiatory thoughts and labels. We asked so many questions. Why, why, why? Then I stopped asking questions...and realized the answer was in front of me. In everyone. It was indescribable.
We decided then to pack up and leave the bank after our peak ended. T suddenly snapped out of it and told us she couldn't believe what happened and that she was tripping the whole time. I spent the rest of the day full of energy and confidence. But the only thing that's bugging me is this sense of unbelievable power I had. It was real power, and I remember the moments vividly...does anything have experience with this feeling? Any other comments just let me know and thanks for reading!
So yesterday, four friends and I set out to go trip mushrooms. 2 of us (myself included) took a full 1/8 each, 1 of us took a half 1/8 and the other two were trip sitters. We planned to eat the mushrooms and go on a nature walk so we took them and used lemon juice to maybe up the potency.
So we made it under this bridge right before the path, and sat down to smoke a few bowls before we would head out on this path (that at the end of would take us to a skatepark which I planned to stop by...we never made it), and the moment I hit the bong I immediately started to feel trippy. We finished up and went to continue on our little adventure.
I started to feel nauseated, but everything started getting that dimension of wonder and nature started to look very beautiful. We walked and rested and me and the other 1/8 tripper (I'll refer to him as K and the girl who took a half as T) were acting weird and I was hugging trees and all that. I kept asking T if she was tripping yet but she'd always say no.
As we continued along the path. Shit started getting weird. The thing with me is that when I took these shrooms and when I took the tab of acid, one noticible effect they had on me but how much power they gave me. I felt like a leader, bursting with confidence, I felt like everything I say was the perfect thing to say, I saw how thoughts were holding me back and that in reality I could do anything I damn well pleased. I felt so powerful. I felt like I could be the next Gandhi and lead the world in a peaceful revolution, I felt like I could be the next Charles Manson and destroy the world if I wanted to. I KNEW I could. I felt like a rock star god, best way to put it. A straight enlightened Demi-god.
We stopped and I sat down again. We all decided to take a breaepther but T randomly decided to leave us and sit by the bank of the stream that was alongside the path. After a few minutes I went down there to see how she was doing. Everyone wanted to smoke a bowl again so they all came down to this bank.
This is where we peaked. T was talking about how much she wanted to go into the river and she just got in, with her shoes and everything. I was totally encouraging it, but T still denied that she was tripping...and then proceded to lather mud all over her arms and legs, she even drew like tribal markings on her face...still claiming to be sober. And I believed it, because she's a weird gal in the first place. One of our trip sitters decided to go and do it to, just for fun. And I felt like it was calling me. The stream and the mud and the Forrest was calling me. I wanted to get fucking dirty. I wanted to forget about society, society was nothing but a game, a distant game. But I knew I couldn't go do it, because I still thought it was way too weird.
Me and K started talking to the sand and felt like each little grain was so significant, and I was amazed that I would probably never see the grains ever again or recognize them. But the call of nature beckoned, and it was powerful. I realized that the only thing stopping me was again, my thoughts and I stood up and took off my shoes and stood in the water. It completely energized me. I noticed that T and one of the trip sitters had started to go straight through the middle of the woods and I followed them. I was getting cut and scratched by twigs and thorns but pain wasn't even an issue then, I just walked through all of it. We made it to this little clearing and the trip sitter said this was crazy and he had to go back and get his stuff (we left our bags and shoes and shit) and left me and T alone.
She was bleeding pretty badly because she walked through the woods as I did, and she laid back against a tree. I laid on the ground on my back and looked up at her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, covered in mud and blood, with the golden light of the sun peaking through the trees on her. I was still feeling like a rock god, and I felt like this moment was fated by the Universe, she would be my partner and we would run away together and leave all the bullshit of the world and become famous one day. I looked up at her and asked her out, to which she agreed.
We left the clearing and went back to the bank again and I announced the news. I sat next to K and we started talking about reality. We both saw it clearly. We both saw what it was. It was like we were aware of another dimension of being that we never realized was there when sober. We felt sober...but different. We realized that we were nothing. Ego death. We had no identity. Me and K never existed as people....we were just something, the Universe, nothing and something at the same time. We saw how humans limited themselves with thoughts. We saw how we were always free and that our lives were so easy underneath all the illusiatory thoughts and labels. We asked so many questions. Why, why, why? Then I stopped asking questions...and realized the answer was in front of me. In everyone. It was indescribable.
We decided then to pack up and leave the bank after our peak ended. T suddenly snapped out of it and told us she couldn't believe what happened and that she was tripping the whole time. I spent the rest of the day full of energy and confidence. But the only thing that's bugging me is this sense of unbelievable power I had. It was real power, and I remember the moments vividly...does anything have experience with this feeling? Any other comments just let me know and thanks for reading!
