They're on the Outside I had had my first
mushroom trip some time ago, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Although I
wished it had had more spiritual value, I still relinquished the
feeling of being re-energized, enlightened, and motivated. During the
comedown of my first trip, I decided on not tripping again,at least for
some time. I was confident in my own ability to limit myself, and I was
in no rush to map this new realm.
Fast forward six months. I
manage to procure some mushrooms, two grams to be precise, in record
time. Within one week of asking around I had made my purchase. I felt
ready for another trip, now all that remained was a good opportunity to
use them. It arose one week later. Two friends (whom I will from now on
refer to as Yon and Dave) wanted to hang out for the weekend at Dave's
house. They had plenty of herb, a very relaxed and isolated location,
and Yon had a gram of mushrooms.
I arrived there early, around
10 am, on a brisk Saturday in the fall. The property surrounding the
house was large, roomy, and featured many trees whose leaves were in
the process of changing. The sky was clear and bright, and it was
fairly warm still. After taking stock of the surroundings, I grinned
broadly. Today would be marvelous. Yon, Dave and I all decided to begin
the day with a few bowls. We smoked about a gram and a half of very
potent pot between the three of us, and then decided to take a walk
around the surrounding fields in search of mushrooms.
I felt the
pot come on as a warm glow around my extremities, and a very enjoyable
feeling I have come to describe as the "Walking Sensation." Mostly, I
enjoy the feeling of walking and being active, and it all seems
slightly altered and more interesting. We found no mushrooms, but we
continued walking for some time anyway. The hills and sky all looked
like an oil painting to me. I was totally content, as this pot had
created some very psychedelic feelings in me, and I had yet to take the
mushrooms.
After some time we returned to Dave's house, and made
ourselves comfortable inside. We had all day and the next to relax and
enjoy ourselves, so Yon and I were in no rush to take the mushrooms.
The house was comfortable and rustic, and there were two domestic
ferrets and a cat there, who were immensely entertaining.
Around
2, Dave and Yon smoked more. I decided to pass, in lieu of a trip
uninfluenced by other things. An hour or so passed, and Yon and I
decided to take the mushrooms. We had fasted for a day before, so we
were expecting a fairly decent trip each. We ate them with orange
juice, and although Yon had a little trouble getting his down, we were
still in a great mood. We lounged around the house, waiting for their
effects. Yon decided to smoke still more. Dave and I accompanied him
outside, and I enjoyed the sight of the trees, although I felt no
effect apart from fleeting anxiety and cold chills. We went back inside
yet again, and lit some incense. I watched the smoke curl gently upward
from the tip of the stick, and complained a little that an hour had
passed, and I still hadn't felt any distinct effects. Dave looked at
me, slightly quizzically. I giggled. Finally, a good sign.
I lay
on Dave's bed, and observed the smoke from the incense for a long time.
It was beautiful and fragrant, and it seemed to continue forming
mushrooms, resembling liberty caps, with the symbol for infinity near
the base of the edge of the gills. I murmured that I saw mushrooms in
the smoke, and Dave laughed a little. I was content with watching the
incense burn, and did so for some time. Yon was fairly high, and said
very little. By the look on his face, he was enjoying himself. The
vibes from these friends were excellent, and I allowed my mind to
wander, as I waited through the come-up. My thoughts became very clear
and lucid, and I lost all sense of time. I have little knowledge of
when my peak arrived, but I do know that at some point Yon and Dave had
left me to watch the smoke, and were elsewhere in the house, or perhaps
smoking more. I turned on some techno music, Infected Mushroom in
particular, and returned to the bed. I was definitely near my peak.
Although there was very little distortion of visuals with my eyes open,
apart from a light rippling and a distinct sheen, the visuals that
greeted me every time I closed my eyes were splendid. I buried my face
in the covers, attempting to eliminate all the light from my vision.
This was particularly difficult and distracting, and I will now use my
Mindfold for this purpose. Once I was comfortable, I allowed myself to
be consumed by both synaesthesia and XTC in my Mind by Infected
Mushroom. An intense three dimensional city scape unfolded with every
tone of the song, and it glittered and realigned itself continually. At
first, I was slightly restless. These visuals were beautiful, but
should I be spending my time admiring them, or should I go outside?
Should I find Yon and Dave? It seemed very absurd that anyone could
ever decide on a single thing to do at any moment in time, because all
these options seemed equally promising. I realized these conflicting
thoughts were unsettling me, and I then decided to enjoy the visuals
for now, and do something else if the mood struck me later.
During
my peak, along with admiring visions, my mind was racing through
thoughts. I felt tugs on my body from beings I had never encountered
before. They began to communicate with me, and I soon realized that
they were the minds of everyone inhabiting earth, and anyone who had
died, or had yet to be born. I soon met my counterpoint, my mind which
existed both on the outside, in this city of three dimensional
patterns, and also on earth, in my body. He greeted me casually and in
a way which distinguished himself. We exchanged formalities for a
while, and then he informed me that my time in this place was short,
and that he should explain some things to me before I left. I obliged,
and let him speak. He spoke about religion, and about how he was a god,
but so was everyone else's consciousness, when they existed on that
outer realm. He explained that everyone, regardless of their lives on
earth, would return there. He also made an analogy of life on earth
being like a vacation to those on the outside, a truly small period of
time, but an important one nonetheless. He told me I should always make
my best effort towards all things, but in the event I fail, to not
worry too much. Eternal bliss was waiting, regardless of any
shortcomings in my time on earth. We spoke a little longer about
personal matters, and then he bade me farewell. He did mention seeing me
again soon.
At this point, the city around me dissolved and
receded, and I was left with an image of my own body, lying on the bed,
with a maze of chambers spread out inside me. My mind, the
consciousness which was taking a vacation on earth, struggled to free
itself. It succeeded, and I began ascending, leaving my body. However,
halfway through I recalled my earthly self, and I was once again
snapped back to my body. I was a little sad about this, because I
wanted to leave to join my other self in the beautiful space. This
sensation marked the end of my peak. I stood up, feeling immensely
happy. I had nothing to worry about, things would take of themselves. I
stepped outside and watched the sun glittering on the leaves of the
trees. The skyline against the hill I was looking at seemed to be a
vibrant painting, so rich and real. Dave's cat found me, and gently
head butted my knee, purring loudly. I picked her up and patted her
gently on her head. She seemed content to stay with me a while, and
snuggled down onto my lap. I stroked her back and enjoyed the smooth
feeling of her fur. As she moved, she felt serpentine, like a snake,
smooth and glossy. I sat with her for a long time, just looking at the
sky and loving everything.
I eventually found my way back
inside, where Dave and Yon were relaxing and talking. I grinned at
them. "I've met god." I said. "It was me." They seemed to find a fair
bit of humor in this, and I sat down with them to talk. As we spoke, I
munched a candy bar. It seemed to pixelate in my mouth, and the rhythm
of my chewing seemed to be very motorized. I recalled this feeling,
"The Candy Feeling" as I've called it, from my first trip. After a
while I went to the bathroom, and ended up staring at my reflection for
a while. I realized that this was who I was, had always been, and
always be. I decided then that there would be no guilt after this trip
has ended. "I've experienced too much, gained so much confidence, so
much reassurance, there's no way I can feel guilty about this."
The
remainder of the evening was spent with me still feeling heavy
tryptamine waves, which consisted of mostly body sensations. We played
with incense again, this time learning to make smoke rings. (It's easy,
pick up a lit stick and move it down quickly, and then up a little
gently, it'll shoot a smoke ring into the air!) We did this for a
while, and then decided to have another bowl, and go to bed. We smoked
the great herb, and a very mushroomy feeling returned to me in force.
We then decided to make toasted bagels, a true cure for the munchies.
We did this, and we each chose a type of cream cheese to spread on
them. Mine was garlic, I think. We ate these together, enjoying our
highs and each other's company. After finishing my bagel, I realized I
was extremely tired. Dave told me where I could sleep, and I said
goodnight, and went to bed. I was extremely comfortable, and ready for
a great sleep, with a great day after. I drifted off, amidst closed eye
visuals of space invaders and other pixelated creatures.
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