My second mushroom trip and I'm still hooked. My first one, entitled, "
Happiness Within," was so awesome that I dosed on a whole
1/8th this time. I also told myself that for this trip I would be more prepared,
mentally and geographically, that is, I'd go somewhere where I could relax. My
buddy Mike calls me up at 10:30 pm on Saturday, March 14th and asks me, "What do
you want to do more than anything right now?" I replied, "SHROOM!" So he just
told me to come over right away. 10 minutes later I was at his place. We divided
up the shrooms so that we had equal amounts of caps and stems and at around
11:00 we munched, careful to note the time. With a big glass of orange juice I
managed a whole 1/8th down and we both decided to join the rest of the people
who also had shrooms. Lucky us, they ate theirs at 11:00 also. Well, the Cliffs
at the beach were the destination for the night because our dorms feel like
prisons and were certain to induce fucked up feelings. We brought our blankets
and our buds and took a walk. Six of us tripping in all, about the time we
reached the Cliffs, we were hallucinating, half way to peak. Trees moved and
waved and I got this great feeling from walking alone. It's also great to be
around friends...
I felt a naseaus feeling, but ignored it. We lay down on
our blankets and started smoking a bit. I was more interested in tripping on the
nature, but I still smoked. The other shroomers wouldn't stop talking no matter
how much I begged them to "shut up, and look at something!" They wouldn't
listen, so I crawled out into a field under the patchy moonlit sky and tripped
hard for about 45 minutes. I found I could hallucinate and then let the
hallucination take me _IN_. I actually went inside my view of the sky and came
out somewhere else, completely new. My sense of body and mind were no longer. I
was like an infant seeing everything new an glorious for the first time. I
wiggled in pleasure and cringed in fear, each time accepting the emotions as
part of _NATURE_. I heard my friends in the distance and broke out of my trance.
I stumbled over to them and they got me to smoke more. Apparently they hadn't
had an experience like me yet. After smoking they decided to walk around, but I
didn't want to and I stopped Mike from joining them. I put my blanket down on
the ground and we both lay down. It's about 1:30-2:00am now and the peak is
coming on.
I told Mike to follow his visions and go _INSIDE_ the trip. He
told me he was to scared. "Can I actually go inside it?" he asked. "I don't know
if I can," Mike was worried. I assured him he would be ok...and soon I realized
he had passed the line into his new world. I followed him. We became pure
consciousness. We were just two minds travelling through a void, this life being
a stop along the way. Everytime Mike and I saw each other, we knew that our
consciousnesses met for a moment, and then left; they bumped into each other. I
would turn into pure joy, then pure awe, then pure happiness, then contentment.
My journey kept going. Mike was also doing the same thing.
Once in awhile I
realized that we were just a couple of guys rolling around in the dirt squealing
like children and twitching. This made me laugh so hard and Mike did too. This
went on for an hour or so and we got up. We jumped around for the hell of it and
touched the bushes. We agreed on the spot that we could be no more than 3 or 4
years old. We reverted BACK to childhood and innocence and nature. During my
trip lying down, an entity came to me, but I could not see it. It told me,
without words, that I was part of nature and that the human race could never
forget it. We are so busy making ourselves individuals that we have forgotten
how much we are just another race on another planet in the whole universe. I
think Mike figured this out too. Walking back was fun...I met up with the other
shroomers later. They were just sitting in a trippy room together. I was so
overjoyed with my night that I just smiled. I knew I was coming down and tried
to delay it. I started drawing, but it wasn't as amazing as when I tried it the
first time I shroomed. We couldn't talk coherently and that ammused all of us.
There were 6 shroomers in a room, all talking to each other, but nothing was
really being said. Sometimes we actually talked with noises and grunts, like the
Peanuts! It was a kick! At this point it was about 3:30, and I could STILL look
at something and totally trip on its movements (even though it wasn't moving),
but I could still KNOW what it was. Reality was slowly coming back. I had a hell
of a time figuring out who was shrooming or not because even the sober people
seemed to make no sense at all...that just CRACKED me up 3:45am and I think I
just knew I needed to rest. I got into my car and drove the 1/2 mile home with
trippy music on. I drove fine, but all the trees moved...no...DANCED, with the
music! I parked and let the song finish, watching the trees. I went to my
room...turned off my lights, organized my papers on my desk, made my bed, got
into bed, and turned on the TV. THE SMURFS WERE ON! I loved it and finally
slept...
My brain kept shrooming and philosophizing without supervision. I
don't know if I was sleeping or if I was conscious...but my roomate said I
tossed and turned all night. I don't care because I felt GREAT when I woke up. I
bonded with my friend Mike like I've never bonded with another person before. We
still agree that we tripped better than everyone else that night because of my
idea to just "jump into the trip" and let it take you for a ride. I also bonded
with nature like never before and am happier now for it. Of course every
shroomer knows that a trip can never be recreated, either through words or
pictures. Ideas come close, but nothing will match the real thing.
-Ben
