Well I know many of you don't know this tale, many of you do.
A
little back ground, I joined mycotopia in 2002, to learn how to grow
mushrooms the right way. Going on the advice of many people I ordered
my first syringe from PF, I got the PF classis strain. I got by first
single rubbermaid bin, a case of jars, and I was off.
I got my
first little flush in and ate the whole batch, I've heard that the pf
strain was suposed to be a mind blower, but nothing really happened, I
tripped somewhat but nothing to write home to mom about. Still none the
less I grew these little brown rice cakes until they produced bigger
nicer fruits on the second bunch. I had been saving all of the aborts
in between flushes.
On sept 12 2002 I was sitting home with my
dad and really just bored out of my mind. My mother was at work at a
truck stop down the road. My father, well, he was really drunk on
kentucky bourbon. I decided that my day was lame and boring so I
figured I'd try these shrooms out again. I ate close to an eighth of
aborts, and several medium sized fruits of the pf classic strain,
second flush.
I gagged the fuckers down as fast as I could,
chewing them up real nice. I was laying in my bed waiting for the
effects to hit me, I started to get very cold. Shivering by now, I
closed my eyes and started to see geometric patterns in my mind! They
were like one of mushroom johns fractals! I was amazed, these were WAY
STRONGER THAN LAST TIME,
I went out back and sat on a swing
overlooking this nice little valley behind our old house. It was a very
nice day outside, nice little ripples in the clouds. THE SKY WAS
BREATHING!!!!! It had a tide effect like the ocean, the sky was
changing colors, purples and blues, greens and oranges.
My
mother keeps several humming bird feeders around the house during the
summer time, the birds flock here to eat! As I was sitting in amazement
watching the sky and the trees, humming birds were flying right up to
my face and trying to communicate something to me, They were actually
squeeking little bird squeeks to me. The birds knew I meant no harm to
them and they weren't afraid of me at all. They were flying inches from
my face, and swarming around me like butterflies!!! Or bees rather!!!
It was amazing!!!!!
My dog "nub" kept coming up to me and wagging
his tail all while looking me straight in the eyes! LIKE HE KNEW!! HE
KNEW I WAS TRIPPING, JUST LIKE THE BIRDS!!!! They could sense it
somehow!!
I started to get a bit paranoid for some reason that
set me me off, I cant remember what it was, probably a neighbor or
something. Anyways I told my dad that I was tripping, he was
considering doing some with me, but declined. I went back into my
bedroom and started watchin television, (wrong choice). The channel
ended up on fox news.
If you'll remember sept 12 2002 was the day
that George Bush went to the united nations to make his case against
Saddam Huessien and Iraq, his case for war...
I
started watching him talk about bio weapons, and nerve agents, THREAT
TO OUR SECURITY!!!! You remember...It fucking sent me overboard, I
started to have a BAD BAD TRIP. I thought that the police were coming
to the house to bust me for growing shrooms, I told dad, if the police
come here, you dont know anything about whats in my closet!!!! He was
like WTF and started freaking out, {remember he was drunk} LMAO
Then
I started to hear the roaring of JET AIRPLANES outside bombing the
surrounding conutry side! BOOM BOOM, dogs were barking, I seen plumes
of smoke coming up from down the street. I was having bad auditory
hallucinations, when a dog would bark, it would go Woof, woof, woof
like an echo!!!
Then I hear GUN SHOTS ringing out everywhere! Echoing still! I could swear that a nuclear bomb had been dropped near by.
I
was only wearing a pair of shorts, no shoes, no shirt, just a pair of
chamo shorts. I ran outside to our side yard, which is like a grass
field, to watch what I thought was the end of life itself I could still
hear the bombing, and my skin felt as though it was being melted off by
radiation from a nuclear blast!!! I had done prayed to god asking him
to forgive me. I had fully accepted the fact that I was going to die
and the world was coming to an end. COMPLETE EGO LOSS. I wanted to take
advantage of the few seconds I was going to be alive, so I layed down
face first in the grass, I felt as though my body was becoming one with
the earth. I was melting into it!!!!!!! All of a sudden I hear a voice,
STEPHEN, ARE YOU OK?. I look up and it was susan, a woman who lived
across the street, she was walking her dog. She said "are you alright"?
I jumped up, lookin at her now, probably with grass clippings all over
me and I yelled at her... SUSAN I LOVE YOU GUYS, I'M SORRY!!!! I'LL SEE
YOU IN HEAVEN, THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!!!!! LMFAO.... She looked
at me like I was a fucking retard. Shook her head and walked into her
home...
I ran into my house, went up to my dad, and told him
that we have to go see mom before the end of the world comes!!!! His
drunk ass was like ok, lets go see her, {remember she is at work right
now}.
So I hop in our family van, with my dad and I START
DRIVING!!! In the mental state I was in, I could barely see myself,
much less the road. So I handed the keys to my father and said come on
dad you drive...{he was drunk as FUCK by this time. He started driving
and I said to him, "Dad I'm a horrible person, I hate people because
they arent white, THAT IS WRONG. He said I hate NIGGERS, FUCK EM in a
drunken slurred voice. They bad vibes were pouring off of him, it was
frightening how bad the energy felt, it physically hurt my skin and
soul. We were on a country back road headed to see my mom by this time,
THE ENERGY POURING OFF HIM BECAME UNBEARABLE. I thought that my father
was the devil, he was pure EVIL and I had to get away from it as soon
as possible. So I opened the door of the van and jumped out. We were
going about 45 miles per hour. I was still only wearing a pair of
shorts, no shoes, no shirt.
BAMMMM I hit the ground {shoeless}
feet first. I gouged my shoulder and elbow to the bone, Feet were
broken. I didnt feel the pain AT ALL. I jumped up immediately from the
ground and proceeded to jump over this electric fence into a cow
pasture. Bleeding, arms spread wide open, running through this feild, I
hear the brakes on the van screech to a halt. Dad jumped out and
started screaming for me to come back, STEPHEN GET BACK OVER HERE!!! He
screamed!!!! So after a few minutes of running around the field I came
back to where my dad was, behind the electric fence, near the road. WTF
are you doing he said, R U NUTS? he asked....I grabbed the electric
fence trying to get back over it, shocking the fuck out of me!!!
ZAPPPPPPPPP.... I was bleeding bad, feet looked like softballs on my
heels from the swelling. I got back in the van,
THE TRIP WAS
STILL INTENSIFYING! The only thing I could think about was GOD. He was
showing me the wrongs in myself! MONEY IS EVIL!!! god made me ponder
this thought for what seemed like days...
Dad turned the van
around, headed back to the house, I'm sittin there talking to myself,
bleeding, no clothes on. dad was in shock!!! Then all of a sudden.... I
JUMPED OUT AGAIN, this time r ran all the way home, on broken heels,
and bleeding. Dad rode by me in the van for the mile long trip home. We
arrived at the house, I'm standing out front looking that this little
tree in our front yard. I could see the life force coming off of it.
The GLOW..It was like a rainbow. Dad is tryin to pour straight alcohol
on my gashes and wounds. I am smiling and repeating the same things
over and over again, still thinking about GOD AND THE DEVIL, and MONEY,
and how I am a HORRIBLE PERSON...
Three hours later I am still
talking to myself, sitting in front of the tv this time, I had visions
of me in a straight jacket at the NUT FARM, I thought I had permanently
fucked up my brain. Talking to myself still, I was in a trance. The
visuals were insane!!!!! Very LIQUID LIKE, sparkles everywhere in my
vision. Beautiful!!!
All of a sudden, SNAP, I stopped
tripping, just like that, done. I tried to stand up off of the recliner
and I couldnt walk, my feet, OUCH they were broken, My ELBOW gashed to
the bone, My ASS had a strawberry of ROADRASH from my ass cheeks to my
knee, {from where I hit the pavement going 45 mph in thin shorts...
I
walked into the kitchen and dad was sitting there holding his head,
like he was stressin out. I said "DaD, did I jump out of the van. He
said yea you stupid motherfucker!!!! I couldnt believe what had
happened, it wasent real, like a dream or something...
I couldnt
take a shit on a toilet because it hurt so bad to sit, I had to kinda
lean my ass towards the toilet and aim for the hole, and just pray that
I hit the bowl.
I couldnt walk for over a month because of my heels/feet.
I still have scars to this day from what had happened.
I have had bad trips ever since that day....
Moral
of the story, dont watch tv and eat shrooms, esp fox news, use scales
to weigh your dose, dont drive while on shrooms, or ride in a car for
that matter, and never underestimate the power of second flush PF
classic aborts...
