This is my first post here, although I have read lots of posts and stuff dating
back to about 2007. This past summer I decided to eat shrooms for the
first time, and experienced both highs and lows. This was not my first
psychedelic experience, though... I had done LSD twice before that, both times
taking two very strong hits. The difference in the trips was actually
very noticeable. But, back to my mushrooms trip... (Sorry about the long
post, but I tried to relive this as much as possible, so I can one day read
this again when my bones are brittle)
I was going through some problems with my work and school beforehand, although
nothing serious, and nothing I was too worried about clogging my mind.
It was a very beautiful day, and the location we were at was a 5 minute walk to
PiedmontPark
in Atlanta.
The house we were at was a friend of mines who had just barely moved there, so
it wasn't full of furniture or anything yet, a TV and computers had to be
brought. As soon as I got to the house I ate 5 grams of very stemmy
shrooms (they kind of looked like little ghost people), having eaten a meal
about 4 hours prior. I was feeling great about the upcoming journey, as I
was there with the group of my best friends since high school. They all
did acid, a friend of mine was going to share the shrooms with me but he
bailed... whateva whateva. I didn't feel weird about it though, nearly
the whole time I felt like I was on the same level, mostly because I was
tripping balls. After I ate them we all started watching Cheech and
Chong's Up in Smoke, which was a great idea I think. It was stomach
hurting funny when it started coming on. The first thing I always seem to
notice is either patterns on the wall, the ceiling, or the carpet.
Shortly after we went outside to smoke weed in a nice patio with awesome trees
invited me outside. Nobody else was tripping at this point, but I didn't
give a fuck... I became a man with these people. They all noticed it too
and joked with me, not maliciously at all. After we went inside is when I
hit my low.
We went back into the empty house with just a laptop and speakers in this one
bedroom and started watching Planet Earth to a "trip balls" play list
made by my friend. The play list was mostly awesome, but animal
collective was on it... I know for some people they like that type of stuff but
it's not for me.My friend has a scar
above his eyebrow and it began to look like a mouth, and the eyebrow began to
look like a mustache, hahaha. The voices and sounds just crept around the
inside of my head, if that makes any sense at all. When the song started
bugging me, the room began to make me claustrophobic. The only reason I'd
say this wasn't a "bad" trip at this point was because I could just look
to my left and right and see my best friends all there, and I knew they would
help me if I started to freak out. I highly advise you be with your
"bros" when tripping, they just help you realize that you’re only on
a drug, and they are there with you all the way through. But in addition
to the room I started thinking of the problems I had with work and all that
jazz, when looking back they weren't even big deals... but it is different when
tripping. Killing bugs sober can feel like nothing, but do it tripping
and you begin to think of how you ended a life... comparison make sense?
At this time I began to notice my friend was not in the room, and for some
reason I felt like I knew he was on the patio. So I went to the bathroom,
stared at myself in the mirror a little bit, and went outside. Also, I
can see how people might think it's really freaky because you don't look the
same, but I thought it was comical. I remember coming out and seeing my
other friend waiting to go in and sounding like Tommy Chong saying, "Hey
man, it's just a mirror in there, don't sweat it."
Anyway, I went out to the patio and sure enough my missing friend was out there
drawing (he's an artist). I remember leaving my Ukulele out there (I'm
from Hawai'i)
and I started to play it while watching him draw. It was like
magic. His patterns and characters and shapes etc. were all forming to
the soundtrack of my playing, which has never sounded as good before or
after. It was great. The wildlife started to make their presence known,
and the plants began to "breath" in and out and swirl and sway
etc. The sky began going from pink to blue to green to purple and the
noises of Atlanta
began to come in through my ears. That friend and I have become SO much
closer after this, and vowed never to trip again without one another.
With all this awesomeness going on I thought it would be mean NOT to go tell
the others how sweet the outside was.
I went inside to ask everyone if they wanted to smoke again
(I didn’t wanna be like “Hey, drop what you’re doing and come outside”) and
they did, after they figured out how to stand again(Otters were on the screen
and my friend noticing that it was hard to get up yelled “WE’RE OTTERS, MAN!”).They all noticed how beautiful it was, and we
smoked and departed for piedmont shortly thereafter.Crossing the street proved to be pretty
confusing, be careful if you ever do that.Once across the street there was this crazy futuristic super nice bathroom
my friend wanted to use.Hahaha the way
it opened up was a touchscreen button and a recorded voice on the inside said
he had 15 minutes, and we could all hear him inside laughing… it was
great.We began walking through the park
and choose a place to sit, overlooking a field and a forest beyond it.On the field a man was doing wind sprints,
and my friend yelled “GO DUDE!”It was
pretty funny, but then he started walking toward us, for what seemed like
forever.Everyone started freaking out,
but I’ve been involved in combat sports since age 8 so I wasn’t worried about
it… turned out he was only going to the water fountain.We then continued to go through some trails
and ended up in this beautiful pond looking area, where the buildings of Atlanta could be seen
above the trees.The ducks, fish, and
other wildlife looked beautiful and seemed to have an unspoken bond with
me.I wanted ducks to come closer and
they did, same with the fish.We all
picked spots near the pond and sat, two of my other friends were out on a pier
and I wanted to be with them.This is
when the trippiest thing happened to me.This guy and a lady were walking with a stroller and the guy appeared to
be shaking his head insanely fast, it was really creepy… and the walk over to
my friends was on a narrow path so I almost fell in the pond because I was
freaking out.The walk over to my
friends was extremely long, although they were only about 15 yards away.After appreciating the nature on the pier for
a while we decided to go back to the house because it was kind of hot
outside.Upon reaching the street we had
to cross, it was again really hard to figure out when it was okay to
leave.When we got across the street,
almost IMMEDIATELY after there was a t-bone wreck at that light.It was really crazy, and a two guys just
sitting on a wall were asking me about it and stuff as I walked by.I think after this I proved to myself that it
is possible to talk to people not tripping, while tripping.When we were almost to my friends house my
friend that was originally outside with me and I noticed this guy walking
really close to us and we thought it was weird and just as I started to worry
two of my friends whom were female in the group yelled “BOYS!” for us to stop
and wait for them, but they too said that guy was sketching them out… but he
just went along on his way being a creepy ATL bum.
Once back at the house we smoked some more, and they all
wanted to go into the room of death to watch Planet Earth and listen to super
creepy music again.This time I had my
Ipod on loud enough to block out the crazy music with a play list of my own
that I thought was super awesome.But
the room started being way to small again so I went outside and found my friend
out there again.This time I began to
play ukulele and he accompanied me on the guitar, and it was amazing. After a while of doing this the others came
out looking for us and two more of my friends began to play music with us, one
on an acoustic bass, and another on a bongo.After a while we began to realize it was hard to collaborate with that
much going on and they left me and the original buddy out here again.After a while we decided we wanted to go to
the park, and everybody made a big deal about how we shouldn’t go with just the
two of us and we told them to go fuck themselves, well not that mean but you
know…My friend and I had one ear bud in
listening to great music and walking back to the park, we saw a bunch of creepy
people and almost always pointed out what we though was cool to each other.Once at the park we sat down for a while and
just listened to music and looked at a group of trees mesh with each other, it
was great.We then went back to the lake
for a while.After all of this my friend
called my phone (which is really hard to figure out, btw) and we met up at the
entrance… and by this time I was not tripping much at all anymore.
I began to realize after all was said and done that if you
aren’t feeling comfortable you can’t just stay their and be uncomfortable
because THAT is when you’ll start tripping bad.The noticeable difference in LSD and mushrooms, at least to me were the
visuals.LSD causes things to change
shape and color among other things, but on mushrooms it almost felt like
everything was feeding off of each other, and everything was all connected to
the life force of the Earth.
I hope you enjoyed this, if you have any questions feel free to private message me or something.
