TheMightyBoosh
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Shrooms changed my life. For the good.
The past week or so I have wanted to try my first psychedelic drug and had been reading up on shrooms and was eager to experiment with them. I met my friend at 7pm and we both threw down for an ounce for the both of us and two other people. we picked up the others and drove to my friend's and immediately consumed 2gs each. I heard about them tasting bad but I can honestly say I didn't mind them all that much.
We started drawing while waiting for them to kick in. this went on for another half hour and we decided to hit the gravity bong to speed up the process. We all sat down in the sun room and started to talk. I looked over at a plant that hung from the wall and began to try and make a face out of it. The Room appeared to go on a tilt and I kept concentrating on the plant. I then walked back into the living room and took about another g. I went back into the sun room and looked at the carpet. It was a floral pattern and it began to twist and contour into itself. My friends all helped themselves to more of the shrooms and we went on a mission to the 24/7 store to get some food.
My friend lives in a sort of woodsy area and on the way I couldn't help but look at all of the trees and they began to take on different shapes. When we finally made it to the store it looked completely different. It was almost as if I took on a new perspective and was seeing it for the first time. I knew I had been there before and everything was the same but it just felt so different. I munched down on some more shrooms as I brought them with me. On our way out my other two friends decided they would catch their bus home which sucked because I wanted them there but oh well. My other friend and I began to walk back to his place and we walked along this bridge. I looked into the water and there was all of this seaweed moving along with the current. It looked like a bunch of manta rays heading towards me. My friend got a call from two other people who were on their way to meet up with us. I could hear them on the phone but I could also hear them as if they were on the bridge with us. At this moment I thought I was tripping balls but then I realized that they actually were on the bridge with us. We as a group walked back to the house and my friend was complaining that the shrooms weren't working. In the meantime I was staring at the trees again and was trailing far behind them.
Eventually we made it back to the house and chilled there. I began o see patterns cast upon everything and decided to gulp down the last of the shrooms. I poured all of the shake into a bowl and mixed with water and grabbed a spoon. I'll admit it tasted horrible. I was still working away on it when my friend decided to pour what was left of his Jack Daniel's into the mixture. It fucking sucked. I went outside with my other friend to have a cigarette which had a slight mixture of coke in it. When I got back inside I finished the rest of the shroom/water/whiskey brew and it did not go down smooth at all. The other two friends left and my friend turned out all of the lights and turned on his black light. I decided to explore around his house while he chilled out on the couch. The shrooms by now definitely kicked in and I saw a bunch of intricate patterns move around the room. I closed my eyes and it grew more intense and when I opened my eyes it didn't make much of a difference. I walked into a narrow hallway where all of these rooms branched off of.
The coke had kicked in. I saw a window with moonlight gleaming through it and I began to see faces in all of the panes and they were shaking violently and were pale white and very ghostly looking. I felt a presence of evil among myself and I swear I saw a silhouette of a child scamper into the room. I decided to face my fears and enter the room. As soon as I did everything had gone back to normal. I didn't see any faces anymore and felt very at peace. I still saw the patterns though and they were just as amazing and detailed as before. I walked back to the living room and noticed the lights had gone back on. I was standing in the kitchen area of the basement and my friend was playing pool. He was trying to talk to me and I definitely was not paying any attention. He had this painted pattern on his wall and it began to morph and spiral around the room. It stopped and I started to talk to my friend and he said that he was off to bed and that he promised his dad no one would sleep over so he let me sleep in his car.
I brought my sketch pad in with me and started to listen to some music. At this point I started to think maybe I should listen to something else and draw. But then I realized it really didn't matter what I did. I was still having the time of my life. So I just sat there very content. It made me think that it honestly didn't matter what I did in life. I should just simply be. Sure it's fun to do activities and be preoccupied but I really didn't need to do anything. I didn't have a care in the world I just sat there listening to whatever. I started to think a lot and wrote a letter to the world. It read something like "Thank's earth for letting me play. World you dirty little cirlce. Thanks a bunch." I started to think of the world as a playground and was deeply appreciative that I was alive and able to play in it. I realized that my only purpose was to just live and question. And with so many questions suddenly answered I felt like there wasn't much of a point in going on anymore. It's sort of like when you really want something and you finally get it and then your not really happy because sometimes the anticipation is just as great as the reward. That's what was going through my head at the time. All my life I had so many questions and it finally felt like I had all of the answers. Then I thought to myself that I was taking my life for granted by thinking this. And thought life was way too much fun and I decided I'd stick around for a bit more. I also began to really appreciate myself a lot more as I grew to know myself a lot better. My music stopped and I began to feel really alone. I started to think that the drug might never wear off and I'd be forever stuck in this state of mania. But then I came to my senses and realized that I consumed about 20 grams of shrooms and I was just tripping balls deep. It was 4am and I called my mom to come pick me up. While I was waiting for her I walked out of my friends car and sat down on a log outside of his property. I was staring at the grass and noticed a lot of insects crawling around and I began to appreciate their existence a lot more. And then began to appreciate everyone else's as well. My mom and I used to be really close and we aren't really anymore. I vowed to change that and be a better person and give people a chance and to stop being so selfish. When my mom arrived I had a long chat with her. About nothing. We just talked about any old trivial thing. It was great.
I came out of this experience a changed person. And I like it a lot. Shrooms is an amazing drug and i learned a lot about myself and did a lot of growing up in my time alone in the car. I don't remember everything I learned but it's there somewhere in the spaced out back of my mind. I would definitely suggest trying this drug as it's an amazing experience.
The past week or so I have wanted to try my first psychedelic drug and had been reading up on shrooms and was eager to experiment with them. I met my friend at 7pm and we both threw down for an ounce for the both of us and two other people. we picked up the others and drove to my friend's and immediately consumed 2gs each. I heard about them tasting bad but I can honestly say I didn't mind them all that much.
We started drawing while waiting for them to kick in. this went on for another half hour and we decided to hit the gravity bong to speed up the process. We all sat down in the sun room and started to talk. I looked over at a plant that hung from the wall and began to try and make a face out of it. The Room appeared to go on a tilt and I kept concentrating on the plant. I then walked back into the living room and took about another g. I went back into the sun room and looked at the carpet. It was a floral pattern and it began to twist and contour into itself. My friends all helped themselves to more of the shrooms and we went on a mission to the 24/7 store to get some food.
My friend lives in a sort of woodsy area and on the way I couldn't help but look at all of the trees and they began to take on different shapes. When we finally made it to the store it looked completely different. It was almost as if I took on a new perspective and was seeing it for the first time. I knew I had been there before and everything was the same but it just felt so different. I munched down on some more shrooms as I brought them with me. On our way out my other two friends decided they would catch their bus home which sucked because I wanted them there but oh well. My other friend and I began to walk back to his place and we walked along this bridge. I looked into the water and there was all of this seaweed moving along with the current. It looked like a bunch of manta rays heading towards me. My friend got a call from two other people who were on their way to meet up with us. I could hear them on the phone but I could also hear them as if they were on the bridge with us. At this moment I thought I was tripping balls but then I realized that they actually were on the bridge with us. We as a group walked back to the house and my friend was complaining that the shrooms weren't working. In the meantime I was staring at the trees again and was trailing far behind them.
Eventually we made it back to the house and chilled there. I began o see patterns cast upon everything and decided to gulp down the last of the shrooms. I poured all of the shake into a bowl and mixed with water and grabbed a spoon. I'll admit it tasted horrible. I was still working away on it when my friend decided to pour what was left of his Jack Daniel's into the mixture. It fucking sucked. I went outside with my other friend to have a cigarette which had a slight mixture of coke in it. When I got back inside I finished the rest of the shroom/water/whiskey brew and it did not go down smooth at all. The other two friends left and my friend turned out all of the lights and turned on his black light. I decided to explore around his house while he chilled out on the couch. The shrooms by now definitely kicked in and I saw a bunch of intricate patterns move around the room. I closed my eyes and it grew more intense and when I opened my eyes it didn't make much of a difference. I walked into a narrow hallway where all of these rooms branched off of.
The coke had kicked in. I saw a window with moonlight gleaming through it and I began to see faces in all of the panes and they were shaking violently and were pale white and very ghostly looking. I felt a presence of evil among myself and I swear I saw a silhouette of a child scamper into the room. I decided to face my fears and enter the room. As soon as I did everything had gone back to normal. I didn't see any faces anymore and felt very at peace. I still saw the patterns though and they were just as amazing and detailed as before. I walked back to the living room and noticed the lights had gone back on. I was standing in the kitchen area of the basement and my friend was playing pool. He was trying to talk to me and I definitely was not paying any attention. He had this painted pattern on his wall and it began to morph and spiral around the room. It stopped and I started to talk to my friend and he said that he was off to bed and that he promised his dad no one would sleep over so he let me sleep in his car.
I brought my sketch pad in with me and started to listen to some music. At this point I started to think maybe I should listen to something else and draw. But then I realized it really didn't matter what I did. I was still having the time of my life. So I just sat there very content. It made me think that it honestly didn't matter what I did in life. I should just simply be. Sure it's fun to do activities and be preoccupied but I really didn't need to do anything. I didn't have a care in the world I just sat there listening to whatever. I started to think a lot and wrote a letter to the world. It read something like "Thank's earth for letting me play. World you dirty little cirlce. Thanks a bunch." I started to think of the world as a playground and was deeply appreciative that I was alive and able to play in it. I realized that my only purpose was to just live and question. And with so many questions suddenly answered I felt like there wasn't much of a point in going on anymore. It's sort of like when you really want something and you finally get it and then your not really happy because sometimes the anticipation is just as great as the reward. That's what was going through my head at the time. All my life I had so many questions and it finally felt like I had all of the answers. Then I thought to myself that I was taking my life for granted by thinking this. And thought life was way too much fun and I decided I'd stick around for a bit more. I also began to really appreciate myself a lot more as I grew to know myself a lot better. My music stopped and I began to feel really alone. I started to think that the drug might never wear off and I'd be forever stuck in this state of mania. But then I came to my senses and realized that I consumed about 20 grams of shrooms and I was just tripping balls deep. It was 4am and I called my mom to come pick me up. While I was waiting for her I walked out of my friends car and sat down on a log outside of his property. I was staring at the grass and noticed a lot of insects crawling around and I began to appreciate their existence a lot more. And then began to appreciate everyone else's as well. My mom and I used to be really close and we aren't really anymore. I vowed to change that and be a better person and give people a chance and to stop being so selfish. When my mom arrived I had a long chat with her. About nothing. We just talked about any old trivial thing. It was great.
I came out of this experience a changed person. And I like it a lot. Shrooms is an amazing drug and i learned a lot about myself and did a lot of growing up in my time alone in the car. I don't remember everything I learned but it's there somewhere in the spaced out back of my mind. I would definitely suggest trying this drug as it's an amazing experience.
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