Informational: Male, 6'2", 180 or so lbs still yet.
I have tripped on many a thing before but had my interests in the psychedelic mushroom experience last night. So I discovered a friend and we discovered nine grams of the preferred fungus early this morning.
07:00 - I consume five grams of dried psilocybin mushrooms after putting them into a tea. The tea is chugged. My friend does the same with the last four grams.
At this point, I lose precise track of time for a bit.
It's a guess, but at around 07:30 (T+0:30) normalcy ceased to exist. I could no longer ignore the fact that I had ingested mushrooms, nor could I reject the fact that I was seeing things that weren't true. The first memorable visual I got (one of the first in almost a half year now) was of my fingers. I slowly waved my hand and as I did extra fingers would make their way onto my hand and I was totally capable of moving each and every one.
Which of course I wasn't, but it's entertaining to think that your mind can be so easily fooled.
I felt very suffocated by the trip soon, but not in a bad way. It seemed as though every breath I took in was a vast amount of happiness that surged through my veins. I became fully aware of my physical being like I do on most higher-level trips, and for about five minutes all I did was concentrate on teh feeling of the oxygen coming into my blood, my heart pushing it through my body, etc.
(T+1:20) I make the decision to go find my friend, who got up. I walk into his back room and he is coming towards me. Surprised, he tells me we're about to smoke some dank. And I almost refused, but then I remembered that I am a stoner.
So we smoke several bong bowls of incredible bud. I have never known him to have such sweet connections but apparently he has grown. We enjoy idle conversation about the days we used to be in a band and we both decide we would play if we weren't so fried.
And while I am sitting there I completely lose realistic thought and watch his one-foot glass bong melt onto the table, spilling gallons of water across the floor. Not properly thinking, I get up and can feel the water around my feet.
Honestly, this is new. Never have I had a hallucination so real that I physically felt it, but my mind told me I was standing in a foot of water.
My friend looks up at me and then I laugh. The water is gone, but nothing yet has explained why my legs felt wet suddenly.
So I sit down and he brings out a chessboard. I am in no thinking condition but I manage to try and play some. We both just end up confusing ourselves because we try to discuss strategy as we go along. We agree it was a bad move and we both get into his Mule and drive towards a real road not made by our tractors.
For around twenty minutes I experienced the most complete-feeling nature trips I have had in what has been a decade or so. The small streams though void of water 'till June are overflowing but I do not worry about my house down the hill. They don't normally overflow and this would be a terrible thing if they ever did.
As we drive along, trees seem to reflect my slow side-to-side motion and I get that feeling anyone on mushrooms knows about. The feeling of wholeness and fullness. ANd then I start thinking about that feeling.
And this is where everyone I know gets lost in their mushroom trips. I thought about energy, matter, how it was all just one solid form of the same physical representation of the mind's perceptions and limits put on a world that exists in a limitless and aphysical situation due to the mortal and undeveloped mind's inability to comprehend true reality.
And I pondered that thought for twenty minutes. Something that once got me off my rocker in my 20's that I now can easily grab ahold of and take flight.
Literally.
We came to my friend's open cow pastures and he took one look at me and realized I could not open or close the gates. What a good guy. Anyhow, as we drove the three miles or so of open hills, I got the feeling of flight. ANyone who has ever had the pleasure of flying in an open-top plane knows what I mean. Anyone who has ever tripepd in one while in the air REALLY knows what I mean.
So we flew for three miles, and the feeling of complete perfection and resolution continued to violate me in the best way possible.
I looked at the cows and pitied them for a short while but then realized they had a happy life from their perspective. We gave them ample room, we feed them, water them, and care for their sick and young. We are very accomodating to the creatures during their lives. Then I realized that I needed to start being that way with myself.
That realization aside, we went to town and just hung around the weekly fish fry. I talked to many people that I haven't seen in over a year due to the distance between my house and the town of 104, and my general seclusion due to farm work and other plans with closer friends.
The visuals tapered off but were still insane up until around noon, at which point they were much less prominent. For the first time i na very long time, I actually looked up at the sky on a trip and just sat back to appreciate the beauty of it all. ANd I have been looking out my window up here ever since I came up.
I am a veteran tripper, but today got me up in a bunch. Since the come-down, I have been planning (both financially and on my calendar as well as materialswise) accomodations for when my children come to visit, when I have a party, or when people come to hunt in my acreage. I also have started to think more about myself and actually went in to buy a new bed, since I haven't slept worth a fuck in a couple years.
I am devising plans to install a hottub, a rock slash boulder border between my true back yard and the stream systems, a couple add-on rooms, a patio overlooking the stream valley and my small amount of open land as well as the whole of my wooded property.
All in all, I'm just making improvements. I am working on drywalling this week, sealing my roof, and I plan on having my youngest son come over so that I can help him rebuild his Cougar. Quality time is good time, and I would like to share experiences like these with him.
In general, I'm just back to loving life like I used to. And don't get me wrong, I still loved it, but now I just feel more whole. More whole than I have felt in years, and just about as whole as the time I watched each of my kids come into this world. As whole as the day I married, and as whole on the day I got over her death and realized she will always be with me.
This is the first time that a trip has ever lasted this long, and seeing as it's been 12 hours and the feeling still hasn't faded one bit, I expect that wholeness to continue for a very good while.
Until next time.
--mic
I have tripped on many a thing before but had my interests in the psychedelic mushroom experience last night. So I discovered a friend and we discovered nine grams of the preferred fungus early this morning.
07:00 - I consume five grams of dried psilocybin mushrooms after putting them into a tea. The tea is chugged. My friend does the same with the last four grams.
At this point, I lose precise track of time for a bit.
It's a guess, but at around 07:30 (T+0:30) normalcy ceased to exist. I could no longer ignore the fact that I had ingested mushrooms, nor could I reject the fact that I was seeing things that weren't true. The first memorable visual I got (one of the first in almost a half year now) was of my fingers. I slowly waved my hand and as I did extra fingers would make their way onto my hand and I was totally capable of moving each and every one.
Which of course I wasn't, but it's entertaining to think that your mind can be so easily fooled.
I felt very suffocated by the trip soon, but not in a bad way. It seemed as though every breath I took in was a vast amount of happiness that surged through my veins. I became fully aware of my physical being like I do on most higher-level trips, and for about five minutes all I did was concentrate on teh feeling of the oxygen coming into my blood, my heart pushing it through my body, etc.
(T+1:20) I make the decision to go find my friend, who got up. I walk into his back room and he is coming towards me. Surprised, he tells me we're about to smoke some dank. And I almost refused, but then I remembered that I am a stoner.
So we smoke several bong bowls of incredible bud. I have never known him to have such sweet connections but apparently he has grown. We enjoy idle conversation about the days we used to be in a band and we both decide we would play if we weren't so fried.
And while I am sitting there I completely lose realistic thought and watch his one-foot glass bong melt onto the table, spilling gallons of water across the floor. Not properly thinking, I get up and can feel the water around my feet.
Honestly, this is new. Never have I had a hallucination so real that I physically felt it, but my mind told me I was standing in a foot of water.
My friend looks up at me and then I laugh. The water is gone, but nothing yet has explained why my legs felt wet suddenly.
So I sit down and he brings out a chessboard. I am in no thinking condition but I manage to try and play some. We both just end up confusing ourselves because we try to discuss strategy as we go along. We agree it was a bad move and we both get into his Mule and drive towards a real road not made by our tractors.
For around twenty minutes I experienced the most complete-feeling nature trips I have had in what has been a decade or so. The small streams though void of water 'till June are overflowing but I do not worry about my house down the hill. They don't normally overflow and this would be a terrible thing if they ever did.
As we drive along, trees seem to reflect my slow side-to-side motion and I get that feeling anyone on mushrooms knows about. The feeling of wholeness and fullness. ANd then I start thinking about that feeling.
And this is where everyone I know gets lost in their mushroom trips. I thought about energy, matter, how it was all just one solid form of the same physical representation of the mind's perceptions and limits put on a world that exists in a limitless and aphysical situation due to the mortal and undeveloped mind's inability to comprehend true reality.
And I pondered that thought for twenty minutes. Something that once got me off my rocker in my 20's that I now can easily grab ahold of and take flight.
Literally.
We came to my friend's open cow pastures and he took one look at me and realized I could not open or close the gates. What a good guy. Anyhow, as we drove the three miles or so of open hills, I got the feeling of flight. ANyone who has ever had the pleasure of flying in an open-top plane knows what I mean. Anyone who has ever tripepd in one while in the air REALLY knows what I mean.
So we flew for three miles, and the feeling of complete perfection and resolution continued to violate me in the best way possible.
I looked at the cows and pitied them for a short while but then realized they had a happy life from their perspective. We gave them ample room, we feed them, water them, and care for their sick and young. We are very accomodating to the creatures during their lives. Then I realized that I needed to start being that way with myself.
That realization aside, we went to town and just hung around the weekly fish fry. I talked to many people that I haven't seen in over a year due to the distance between my house and the town of 104, and my general seclusion due to farm work and other plans with closer friends.
The visuals tapered off but were still insane up until around noon, at which point they were much less prominent. For the first time i na very long time, I actually looked up at the sky on a trip and just sat back to appreciate the beauty of it all. ANd I have been looking out my window up here ever since I came up.
I am a veteran tripper, but today got me up in a bunch. Since the come-down, I have been planning (both financially and on my calendar as well as materialswise) accomodations for when my children come to visit, when I have a party, or when people come to hunt in my acreage. I also have started to think more about myself and actually went in to buy a new bed, since I haven't slept worth a fuck in a couple years.
I am devising plans to install a hottub, a rock slash boulder border between my true back yard and the stream systems, a couple add-on rooms, a patio overlooking the stream valley and my small amount of open land as well as the whole of my wooded property.
All in all, I'm just making improvements. I am working on drywalling this week, sealing my roof, and I plan on having my youngest son come over so that I can help him rebuild his Cougar. Quality time is good time, and I would like to share experiences like these with him.
In general, I'm just back to loving life like I used to. And don't get me wrong, I still loved it, but now I just feel more whole. More whole than I have felt in years, and just about as whole as the time I watched each of my kids come into this world. As whole as the day I married, and as whole on the day I got over her death and realized she will always be with me.
This is the first time that a trip has ever lasted this long, and seeing as it's been 12 hours and the feeling still hasn't faded one bit, I expect that wholeness to continue for a very good while.
Until next time.
--mic
