I've been tripping for quite a while now, and have experience with a wide range
of psychedelics, including LSD, DMT, Psilocybin, DXM, aswell as delirients such
as Gravol (aka Dramamine) and Diphenhydramine. Well, it was saturday afternoon,
and me (14) and K (18) wanted to smoke some pot. We went to a number of
different places to pick up, but noone was home. I decided to introduce K to the
harmala alkaloids. We went down to the river after buying 8 grams cubensis, ate
3 grams P.Harmala each, and then ate 4 grams of mushrooms 30 minutes afterward.
Me and K saw T, and decided to go for a walk as the mush came on. We first
noticed some auditory changes, and the enhancement of the colors green and
purple. After awhile, I began to feel shitty. My stomach was spinning, and after
awhile I heaved. The three of us sat in the grass as M approached us. As we sat,
I babbled unable to interpret the english language, and it seemed as if the
others couldn't interpret it either.
We decided to go up to the street away from the river and sit with some
friends. ME and K were tripping pretty hard at this point. I was having very
strong auditories, noticing a female audible voice saying my name.
I sat there and babbled about how there is no god, the world is so fucked up,
and we don't realize what we do to ourselves. When I stood up I noticed that I
had pissed myself at some point, yet I was so high I didn't seem to care. K
stood up and left, looking very disoriented, while I sat around and ate
cigarettes.
I then saw Th and we began talking about stuff. I would tell him that I can
do anything, and that we have to learn from out experiences, and how much I
wanted to smoke him up. We then went walking and saw K, who wasn't doing too
good. He was asking what I had done to him and was obviously pretty scared. We
took him down to the river where he began crying, unable to handle the intensity
of the high. I would babble about smoking pot, things getting better, and trying
to help K in any way that I could. Eventually K ran off home, and I did the
same.
My trip was all right, but it did show me how fucked up the world is, and my
auditories were pretty loud, and my stomach was very fucked up.
In reflection on bad experiences, I think we need to take the misery and the
agony, so as to better ourselves and learn from our mistakes.
