It was a Friday afternoon and I
didn’t really have anything planned for that night so I decided to pick up
shrooms. My friend David wanted to do them too so we decided to split six
grams. We picked them up around 7 and rode out to our friend Nick’s b/c he was
having a few people over.
David played beer pong while Nick
chopped up our fungi and threw em in two PB&J sandwiches. I rolled up a
couple blunts and around 8 we ate our sandwiches, had a glass of orange juice,
smoked with the rest of the party, then sat back and waited for the festivities
to begin.
This was the second time I’d
tripped and the first time I hadn’t smoked any weed with it. Idk if it delayed
the process or if the party was distracting me but it seemed to take longer for
me to feel anything, even though I ate more this time. Anyway around 9 I
started feeling absolutely amazing. Euphoria and a moderate intimacy with
others. Lights got brighter and the icons on my phone screen started doing
their own thing. David wasn’t looking good though, I don’t think mixing alcohol
and shrooms is a good idea at all.
At about the same time my friend
Joe called me asking where I could find bud so I told him about how our mutual
friend Troy was just chilling at his place with a few friends and that the bud
would probably be there, so he came by. We smoked another blunt at Nick’s house
then bounced in my car. I asked David what he wanted to do but it was clear he
wasn’t in the adventurous mood; it wasn’t the first time he’d tripped so I let
him be and figured he’d be fine with the people he was with, whom he knew
better than I. And til then I’d still hardly felt anything remotely like a
trip. Yet.
I’d heard about enlightenment and
I knew what the word meant but the only way to truly UNDERSTAND is by
experiencing it. “Tripping balls” is such a ludicrous term b/c shrooms are
about so much more than that. I began to think and see the world differently. I
was truly looking at life through a special psychedelic window. Music took on a
different meaning, it was more than just sounds; these sounds were saying
something, in a totally non-verbal way. I was about an hour and a half into my
‘trip’, and I was totally at peace with who I was and the universe I was in. I
could already think and process information with more clarity and ease than
ever before. And then the trippy shit started happening.
We hopped in my car and bounced
like I said. Joe drove, which was funny in itself b/c he admitted he was drunk
and high, but said I shouldn’t drive b/c I was probably “tripping balls” right
now. It was about a 15 minute drive from Nick’s house to Troy’s apartment with
at least a dozen stoplights in between. We didn’t hit a single red light the
whole drive. I realized this but totally accepted it as the will of the cosmic
universe at the time and didn’t mention it at all. Then Joe realized it and
blurted out “how the fuck did that just happen” which of course sent me into a
tizzy. At the last light we hit a red. I
don’t know if this is even worth mentioning but the fact that our luck ran out
when we realized we were lucky just kind of stuck with me. For the first time
in my life I started to believe in fate.
I hit my peak at Troy’s. We got
there at around 9 45 10ish and that’s where I had all my OEVs. My friends’
moving faces and limbs caused ripple effects in the air that I could see, like
purple streaks. Sounds sort of shifted and moved around so that I didn’t know
where they were coming from; at one point, my friend Jake laughed from the
other side of the kitchen but it sounded to me like he was right in my ear. The
colors on the TV would bleed out onto the wall behind it and then spread to the
rest of the room. Eventually everything took on a red glow. Eyes would appear
on random surfaces and objects but only for a fleeting second, then they’d be
gone. Texting other people became so unimportant to me that I had to fight off
the urge to turn off my phone entirely. All the while I was having a great time
and never really lost control of myself. At about 11 I got a text from a pretty
good friend asking for bud and, almost on cue, Troy and his roommate got hungry
and decided to go grab something to eat. I wasn’t hungry and told them I was
going to see my friend but if I could I would come back; Joe decided he needed
to look after me and decided to come with. I had no intention of coming back
though b/c even though they were friends I considered pretty close, when you’re
‘high’ on shrooms you’re sort of in your own world and everyone else is on the
outside. Like at one point while I was still at Troy’s, Jake asked me how I was
doing. Right before he said that I could’ve sworn his head did a 360 like an
owl’s. All I could say was just fine, b/c there’s really no point trying to
relate to someone when you just saw some shit like that.
Joe took me to my friend Lisa’s
and by then I had no idea what time it was, nor did I care. She said she’d buy
a blunts worth off of me but first she needed to go pick up her friend from his
house and then stop by Walmart. I was basically down for anything and I’d
totally forgotten that weed was the reason we went there. The whole ride was
great, especially riding with the windows down. Again, a feeling of absolute
freedom and oneness with the universe. Walmart was a bit of a trip though, just
b/c of the people but at the end of the day they’re just people, and I wasn’t
really scared of them at all. I was actually more fazed by the idea of Walmart
itself; I looked around and saw all the different things they had and I
realized if you lived in Walmart, you didn’t need anything else. You’d never
have to leave. It seemed like a scary thought at the time.
When we got back to Lisa’s house
we just sorta hung around on her front porch, shootin’ the bull. A couple more
friends filtered through. I could tell Joe was itching to get back to Troy’s
b/c he didn’t really know Lisa or anyone there, but I didn’t ask him to come
and I still hadn’t completed the sale so I didn’t care really. It was a great
night to be alive and that’s literally ALL I cared about. Then at what I can
only guess was around 1 AM, Lisa told me she didn’t have the money for the
blunt then but she’d have 5 dollars tomorrow if I smoked her out. I almost
laughed in her face. The weed and the money held such little value in my eyes
that I wondered why people made such a big fuss about either of them. It struck
me then how people are just animals of desires. But unlike the creatures we see
in the wild, people let their conscious get in the way. I knew Lisa wanted me
to smoke her out. I knew Joe wanted to leave. But they just didn’t want to SAY
it. So I threw Lisa the blunt for free and left.
Joe drove me back to Nick’s where his car was at, and then I
drove home. I smoked a blunt in my backyard and I felt absolutely immortal. I
kid you not. Everything was at a standstill, not a leaf was moving, and it
seemed like I was going to be in my backyard, smoking that blunt at 2 am, for
the rest of eternity. Eventually the bud ran out though, and I went straight to
bed after that. I had the most intense CEV’s; pattern after pattern ran through
my mind like a constantly changing kaleidoscope. Shapes turned into eyes and
then back into shapes. I had a very therapeutic, inner dialogue with myself; I
don’t think it was God b/c I wasn’t tripping that hard. It was more like an
inner me, a big brother to myself that I always had but never met. I asked
myself a lot of tough personal questions that I don’t want to get into b/c they
wouldn’t be serving the purpose of this article and, well, they’re personal. After
what was literally 2 straight hours of thinking, I came away with the
impression that: a) Everything I’d learned in my lifetime was actually just me
fully remembering what I already knew, and b) NOTHING REALLY MATTERS. Nothing.
Because 100 years from now, it probably won’t exist, and what’s a 100 years in the
universal timeline away? When I thought of life in that sense, from a universal
perspective, a lot of the issues and problems I was dealing with in my own life
no longer seemed very important at all.
Anyway, that was my shroom trip.
It wasn’t too crazy or anything I expected at all, but that seems to be the general
idea with shrooms doesn’t it? Hope this helped
