The sky was beautiful, a flawless soft blue accented by that bright California sun. What a day! Sunny and hot, yet with a persistent (although erratic), cool breeze it was like heaven. It was a bright Sunday, I awoke relatively early (around 11:00a.m.) to the phone ringing, I knew who it was. Rather unorthodox, the plans he made, lets call him "D". Sunday's are the break, the medium between the weekend life of alcohol and bud, and the responsibility of school. He reminded though, that I did not go out that Saturday, and made the point that he was all alone right now, waiting for some more friends. I looked around for a minute after hanging up with D undecidingly, I looked at the peace of boredom, shook my head, and called him back. 2:30 was the time I set to meet him at the spectrum, "the spot" which boasts a movie theatre, a few restraunts, a store, and the best times of my life. The spectrum is like a strip mall, the large movie theatre is the center of the strip, on both sides a chain of stores and restaurants, not too many, but the area is enclosed, surrounded by a large parking lot, the busy street vaguely noticeable from outside the theatre.
After a long cold shower, a bowl of cereal, and a small bowl of northern lights, I called up another friend, K. He was already at the spectrum, with D, they seemed to be having a good time, so I became exited. I still had to wait for my ride though, only about a half hour, so I left around 2:00p.m.
The ride over I was a bit nervous, I knew D would be shrooming, and I was nervous about doing any psycadelic. I knew he would want me to do shrooms with him, and I did want to, I was just apprehensive about it. I arrived, and met with both D and K behind the theatre at about 2:30, right on time. The entire spectrum was almost deserted, much to be expected on a Sunday afternoon, so as I walked up to them I could smell the disinct aroma of burning bud. D passed me the pipe before I could even say hi. I hit it, then greeted K and D, I could tell D was shrooming, he was smiling constantly. Strange, K was also smiling constantly. After the bowl D asked what I knew would eventually come up. He took out a sack of shrooms, and offered them to me. I was still nervous, and in fact sure I was not going to do them. I was supposed to do them friday, but decided to wait a while. I asked him questions about the trip, the effects, the longevity of it. He assured me a half eighth would do me right, not too heavy but I could still have a good time. I was still nervous, repeating over and over, "I don't know." K was starring off into the parking lot, smiling, acting weird for his usual "this sucks" attitude, he seemed happy. D weighed out a half eighth, I took out a twenty, but was still saying "I don't know." Finally, D said it was now of never, he wasn't holding the shrooms any longer. Before I knew it, they were in my mouth. To my suprise they did not taste very bad, almost like wood. D told me to put my money away. He deals herb and sometimes shrooms, so he said it was a first trip present.
We walked down a bit to the del taco parking lot, D stopped and pointed out the flowers in the islands, then stopped at the tables outside. It was only a few minutes, so I wasn't felling anything, but K was still acting weird. So I aksed him why, but I knew. He was shrooming too, to my suprise. He had backed out on friday as well, and i was sure he was not going to shrooms for a while. I was exited at this point, not nervous anymore, but this is where things got strange.
I kept telling myself I was exited, reminding everyone who was tripping how good of a day it is. But inside I knew i was nervous, I just didn't want to think about it. About a half hour and a bowl later, I was feeling it. It was like being stoned, a body fry is what D called it, no visuals yet.
K was peeking about now, talking loudly and pointing out flowers and trees with D. They got the brilliant idea of walking to park, not a long walk, maybe 15 minutes, and I agreed. At this point things got bright. Everything seemed like it was intensified, the sky, the sun, the colors of the flowers. Like I had been wearing a vale my entire life, and was only now seeing clearly. I could tell the shrooms were in effect. As we walked to the park I was awed by the beauty of everything, the reds were so sharp and clear, magnified many times. The trees were swaying in the breeze, and I soon I found myself smiling. I was happy, but as we neared the park I wondered If I was. This is when I kenw I was shrooming, I wondered if I was just telling myself I was happy. I asked K if I was, he said he was happy, but could not speak for me, something I could not grasp at the moment. I told them I thought I was just making myself seem happy, but I was really scared or nervous. D assured me my happiness was real, I could not kid myself internally, and as I looked around I saw he was right.
When we got the park we noticed it was not empty. There were many people there, but we decided to stay anyway, as another friend was on his way. As I sat on the grass, I watched the trees in the distance. They danced beautifully in the breeze, and as they did, it looked like the space around them was vibrating rythmically. I also noticed the grass, it was waving like the ocean, going out, coming in, reds and greens were flowing all thoughout the grass. It was incredible, I sat there, starring at the grass and the trees, not paying attention to what K or D were saying, I didn't even notice when the other friend arrived. I was in this moment for what seemed like years, dancing with the trees, flowing with the grass. The vibrations of everything were like music, a perfect symphony of movement and color. The sky was flowing, a few white clouds shone brilliantly. We sat there in the grass, for hours. I was fascinated with everything I was seeing, struck by the eloquence of it all. It was like everything was flowing, I could feel it, I knew everyone there could feel it as well. I lost my friends, but I knew they were somewhere safe and happy. I was just there, forever, watching flowers and trees and grass and children dance, flow, be happy. The laughter of the park was collective, everything joined together, it was all the same beauty. Everything was magnified, not big, but brilliant. The simple shapes and colors shone, almost blindingly, there was so much to see. I could hear as the trees moved and the grass flowed, I could feel how happy and carefree those children playing were, what I saw was only part of what I felt, and what I felt I am still having trouble articulating.
We were there only for a few hours, but I was sure it had been years. I got myself together enough to be aware, it was like as suddenly as I had jumped from a simple body fry to that incredible experience, it was gone again. Things were still flowing a bit, other than that I was not seeing much. I was still euphoric, happy I did shrooms, laughing at how nervous I was. I could not talk to my friends about what I saw or felt, it was hard to put into words when they asked me where I went for all that time, so I kept relatively quiet as they joked and talked amongst themselves. We all decided to go back to the spectrum, and I decided I was going to re-dose when we got there. Walking back, the sun still blanketing everything with it's warmth and assurance, I knew. The smile on my face was involuntary, in silent oberservation the truth manifested. That day, every day, my entire life... I am happy.
---I will tell the second part of the story, the night trip later, I think that is enough for now. Sorry about the long post, and about how little of it was about the shroom trip, the details are a bit hard to muster right now, and I am not a poet. Thanks for reading.
After a long cold shower, a bowl of cereal, and a small bowl of northern lights, I called up another friend, K. He was already at the spectrum, with D, they seemed to be having a good time, so I became exited. I still had to wait for my ride though, only about a half hour, so I left around 2:00p.m.
The ride over I was a bit nervous, I knew D would be shrooming, and I was nervous about doing any psycadelic. I knew he would want me to do shrooms with him, and I did want to, I was just apprehensive about it. I arrived, and met with both D and K behind the theatre at about 2:30, right on time. The entire spectrum was almost deserted, much to be expected on a Sunday afternoon, so as I walked up to them I could smell the disinct aroma of burning bud. D passed me the pipe before I could even say hi. I hit it, then greeted K and D, I could tell D was shrooming, he was smiling constantly. Strange, K was also smiling constantly. After the bowl D asked what I knew would eventually come up. He took out a sack of shrooms, and offered them to me. I was still nervous, and in fact sure I was not going to do them. I was supposed to do them friday, but decided to wait a while. I asked him questions about the trip, the effects, the longevity of it. He assured me a half eighth would do me right, not too heavy but I could still have a good time. I was still nervous, repeating over and over, "I don't know." K was starring off into the parking lot, smiling, acting weird for his usual "this sucks" attitude, he seemed happy. D weighed out a half eighth, I took out a twenty, but was still saying "I don't know." Finally, D said it was now of never, he wasn't holding the shrooms any longer. Before I knew it, they were in my mouth. To my suprise they did not taste very bad, almost like wood. D told me to put my money away. He deals herb and sometimes shrooms, so he said it was a first trip present.
We walked down a bit to the del taco parking lot, D stopped and pointed out the flowers in the islands, then stopped at the tables outside. It was only a few minutes, so I wasn't felling anything, but K was still acting weird. So I aksed him why, but I knew. He was shrooming too, to my suprise. He had backed out on friday as well, and i was sure he was not going to shrooms for a while. I was exited at this point, not nervous anymore, but this is where things got strange.
I kept telling myself I was exited, reminding everyone who was tripping how good of a day it is. But inside I knew i was nervous, I just didn't want to think about it. About a half hour and a bowl later, I was feeling it. It was like being stoned, a body fry is what D called it, no visuals yet.
K was peeking about now, talking loudly and pointing out flowers and trees with D. They got the brilliant idea of walking to park, not a long walk, maybe 15 minutes, and I agreed. At this point things got bright. Everything seemed like it was intensified, the sky, the sun, the colors of the flowers. Like I had been wearing a vale my entire life, and was only now seeing clearly. I could tell the shrooms were in effect. As we walked to the park I was awed by the beauty of everything, the reds were so sharp and clear, magnified many times. The trees were swaying in the breeze, and I soon I found myself smiling. I was happy, but as we neared the park I wondered If I was. This is when I kenw I was shrooming, I wondered if I was just telling myself I was happy. I asked K if I was, he said he was happy, but could not speak for me, something I could not grasp at the moment. I told them I thought I was just making myself seem happy, but I was really scared or nervous. D assured me my happiness was real, I could not kid myself internally, and as I looked around I saw he was right.
When we got the park we noticed it was not empty. There were many people there, but we decided to stay anyway, as another friend was on his way. As I sat on the grass, I watched the trees in the distance. They danced beautifully in the breeze, and as they did, it looked like the space around them was vibrating rythmically. I also noticed the grass, it was waving like the ocean, going out, coming in, reds and greens were flowing all thoughout the grass. It was incredible, I sat there, starring at the grass and the trees, not paying attention to what K or D were saying, I didn't even notice when the other friend arrived. I was in this moment for what seemed like years, dancing with the trees, flowing with the grass. The vibrations of everything were like music, a perfect symphony of movement and color. The sky was flowing, a few white clouds shone brilliantly. We sat there in the grass, for hours. I was fascinated with everything I was seeing, struck by the eloquence of it all. It was like everything was flowing, I could feel it, I knew everyone there could feel it as well. I lost my friends, but I knew they were somewhere safe and happy. I was just there, forever, watching flowers and trees and grass and children dance, flow, be happy. The laughter of the park was collective, everything joined together, it was all the same beauty. Everything was magnified, not big, but brilliant. The simple shapes and colors shone, almost blindingly, there was so much to see. I could hear as the trees moved and the grass flowed, I could feel how happy and carefree those children playing were, what I saw was only part of what I felt, and what I felt I am still having trouble articulating.
We were there only for a few hours, but I was sure it had been years. I got myself together enough to be aware, it was like as suddenly as I had jumped from a simple body fry to that incredible experience, it was gone again. Things were still flowing a bit, other than that I was not seeing much. I was still euphoric, happy I did shrooms, laughing at how nervous I was. I could not talk to my friends about what I saw or felt, it was hard to put into words when they asked me where I went for all that time, so I kept relatively quiet as they joked and talked amongst themselves. We all decided to go back to the spectrum, and I decided I was going to re-dose when we got there. Walking back, the sun still blanketing everything with it's warmth and assurance, I knew. The smile on my face was involuntary, in silent oberservation the truth manifested. That day, every day, my entire life... I am happy.
---I will tell the second part of the story, the night trip later, I think that is enough for now. Sorry about the long post, and about how little of it was about the shroom trip, the details are a bit hard to muster right now, and I am not a poet. Thanks for reading.
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