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 OneMoreRobot3021
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 I tripped twice last night 
#6300676 - 11/19/06 08:17 PM (5 years, 6 months ago) |
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I dosed ~2g of mushrooms in tea at 10 PM, and then drank another cup of tea at around 1:30 AM which had about 4g in it. I know a lot of people say redosing doesn't do anything, but I dove much farther down the rabbit hole after I redosed, it was a completely different trip, really insane.
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
Edited by OneMoreRobot3021 (11/19/06 08:37 PM)
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 Boom
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Wait..
You mean 1:30 AM?
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OneMoreRobot3021
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Re: I tripped twice last night [Re: Boom]
#6300740 - 11/19/06 08:36 PM (5 years, 6 months ago) |
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God damn it, yes.
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
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Boom
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Oh
well in that case...
redosing ehh 
Hmm I mean that's not tooo long apart.. I would think that would work  Glad it didn't disappoint!
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You're really tripping a lot lately.
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OneMoreRobot3021
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About once a month.
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
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Boom
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or twice a night
pwn3d
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OneMoreRobot3021
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Re: I tripped twice last night [Re: Boom]
#6300821 - 11/19/06 08:55 PM (5 years, 6 months ago) |
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
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OneMoreRobot3021
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So here's the story kids. Modest Mouse was playing at a venue that holds a mere 550 people on Saturday night, and I was able to walk right on in if I liked, and I did want to especially considering that while I don't listen to Modest Mouse much these days, this was quite possibly the last time I'd have an opportunity to see them in such a small, intimate setting. Plus, Johnny Marr of The Smiths fame joined the band, and I was dying to see him on stage.
I'd been itching to trip. What I really wanted was a 5g solo trip but with my roommate home that wasn't really going to happen. So 30 minutes before heading to the ballroom I guzzled down tea that had 1.5-2.25 g in it, probably right in the middle at around 2g.
By the time I got there I was feeling a little woozy and more than a little nauseous. There were at least 10 or 15 people there who I'm friends or acquaintances with and I was on overload, sensory-wise and information-wise. I was gripped with a paralyzing sort of social anxiety in the face of all of this that had me questioning why in the world I had taken mushrooms in the first place. When the Mouse hit the stage, and rocked quite wholeheartedly, I remembered why I had taken the shrooms. I tripped through the music beautifully, including a six minute or so jam between Tiny Cities Made of Ashes and a new unnamed song that blew my mind.
I never got entirely comfortable though. My friend Bucket gave me a Green Lantern ring and had me say the Green Lantern Oath with my fist raised to the sky:
In brightest day, in blackest night
No evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my power, Green Lantern's light!
That helped settle things down a bit, plus my girlfriend's brother Johnny and his friend Jay were cracking me up and teasing me good-naturedly about being a mushroomhead. Nevertheless on my walk home I found the question repeating itself inside my mind: Why did I eat mushrooms tonight? "To see Modest Mouse on mushrooms" didn't seem a sufficient answer. The question itself seemed to need to be posed differently.
I got home, was out of rolling papers, and went back out to buy some. As I was handing over money for the rolling papers, something clicked. It was as if the psychedelic bubble had burst and I was no longer tripping, the entire trip downgraded to "afterglow." Miffed, I returned home, and began to roll a joint. Halfway through I walked over to the stove, filled the kettle, and began boiling water for another cup of tea.
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
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You suck at shrooms.
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OneMoreRobot3021
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It was about 1:45 A.M.
I finished rolling the joint and got out my mushroom capsules. the previous cup of tea had been a dose of 3 so I upped the dose to 6, which each capsule containing .5-.75g. So this trip would be 3-4.5g, somewhere in there. The entire time I kept asking myself "why am I doing this? Why don't I just go to bed?" But I felt certain I could not turn back. I was not done with the mushrooms, and they were not done with me.
I downed the potent cup of tea and smoked the joint, then proceeded to roll another. I got my room ready for a wild ride. I turned on trippier lights, and I put on Miles Davis' Bitches Brew. The onset of the tea came within 15 minutes. My vision became overwhelmingly erratic and I was hallucinating fiercely within 20 minutes of having downed the tea. There was a pulsating, arrhythmic shifting to every aspect of reality around me. In a way I was struggling to describe to myself, I felt that I could see the air itself shifting within my room.
I was breathing heavily and proceeded to alternate breathing oxygen with taking bonghits,a nd somewhere in here although the trip was become unbearably strong I decided I wanted to catapult it completely and I smoked another joint. A pressure came down on me, a swallowing feeling, but rather than react with fear I decided to give myself over to it. Get on the floor it said, lie down, and so I did, with my back to the ground and my head on my slippers, and I stared up, raising my arms up and flexing my fingers and watching their movements.
My fingernails looked like little eyeballs at the ends of tentacles attached to my armstumps. I brought my hands down and closed my eyes and began touching my face, and as I did a world of color unfolded on the inside of my eyelids. Symbols rushed back and forth and I grasped at them with my mind, making futile attempts at understanding the messages they contained.
My brain was a web, and it unspun itself, and like a computer harddrive being defragmented, my mind began recataloguing my Self bit by bit. It started with my immedate surroundings, and then it went on outwards on the web to friends, to family, to my girlfriend Lucy, to my job and my responsibilities, to my wishes and my desires, to my need to create. I felt as if my Center was re-forming, becoming stronger by positioning itself at the midst of all the external components that make me Me, and establishing a balance between myself and all the myriad components that make up my life and my experience.
I went tumbling, and often my eyes would be closed for so long I would lose track of the fact that I was laying down.
I never lost my ego, I never lost the sense of "I" nor the knowledge that I was tripping. While I lost certain aspects of awareness concerning my body, I never fully lost my body.
Miles Davis' Bitches Brew bounced around in my head, trumpets like the flightpaths of jungle birds, trickling pianos like the tapping heels and toes of polished dress shoes on Madison Avenue in the rain, lonely howling saxophones calling from the rooftops, basslines creeping like a sewer system into my subconscious.
I travelled through a slipstream that, it seemed to me, was the inside of my own brain. I was certain that I was seeing glimpses of my innerbody, until I came to a great glowing space and there, spinning, was a molecule of psilocybin and I prowled around it for a while, stepped through it, spun with it, danced in and out of its indole ring, and then opened my eyes to find my hands outstretched in front of me trying to grasp something in the air that was not quite there.
I stood up, and looked to my bookshelf, aiming a trippy purple light I had on towards them. Everything was fluttering, in constant movement, and I knew the words would be scrambled but I had an unquenchable desire to read and so I did, pulling one book and then another from my shelf and prowling through its pages. I picked one up and went a page or two before abandoning it.
I ran my fingertips across its covers and then slipped it back onto the bookshelf, in between Paul Auster’s Moon Palace and Josef K.’s unfortunate seies of events in The Trial, though there was little to connect it to either. I eyed it longingly, then let my eyeballs drift past Doctor No and Return from the Stars and, eyes glazed over, I soared off to conquer nebulae.
I settled into my crouch, running my fingers over the tops of a row of Philip K. Dick novels and then looked one level higher. The books all looked flattened. I could tell where the disconnections should have occurred but they were not there, the books looked as if they could have been painted cleverly against the back of the bookshelf. They shook and shifted and there was a menace to it – as if they wanted to elude me, wanted to keep me from taking one of them,. There was a solidarity to them, and it meant to tell me that if I tried to take one of them from the shelf it would not slide out smoothly, that where I saw neatly ending borders there were actually arms linked together, boldly stiffened in the face of any sort of abduction.
My bookshelf was holding Lolita from me, and Portnoy’s Complaint too. I reached out to touch the Satanic Verses but they rose up and towered tall above me. You’ll find nothing but trouble here, sir, keep moving. I strolled, kicking at the dust between my feet, past The Invisible Man and a bento box of Haruki Murakami. I had my eye on A clockwork Orange. It was at the end of the row, pinned against the bookshelf wall. It was the only one that seemed to have any give. The way it moved away from The master and Margarita, nestling into the IKEA wood, I couldn’t help but have dreams of running my hands all over it. I ran my tongue against my lips and gasped down some water, blinking my eyes shut to compose myself, then opened my eyes to find them trained directly upon the letters B U R G E S S printed on the spine and before I knew it I was pillaging the bookshelf village for my pick of the litter.
“What’s it going to be then, eh?”
The orchestra fades off and there’’s a lonely trumpet and a drizzling piano. I get lost for a few seconds in this guy, who presents his case in a stately enough manner, but in the end I’m just not hooked so I put the whore of the top shelf back where I found it, the rest of them looking cold and hard next to their Benedict Anthony, (Alex?)
I have to abandon ship with this shelf. Pynchon, Thompson, Orwell, they all turn their eyes flipped shut to me. A graveyard wind blows past them, a line drawn in the sand.
I wanted to keep reading but suddenly the mushrooms bore down on me hard. Lie down, they said. Think. There is time for that but it isn't now. I put on an Apollo Sunshine record and my headphones and continued to toss and twist and turn and think.
I opened my eyes. It had been forever, it seemed, but the clock told me it was 4:47 A.M. I smoked more marijuana, put on Sigur Ros, and then, overwhelmed, climbed into bed. I lay there until six-ish, floating back and forth near the shore of a reality like a boat tied to a peg in the sand, being knocked gently back and forth by low-tide waves. And then I slept.
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
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it stars saddam
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Pure homosexuality.
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hey omr i had a simmiler trip a few weeks ago. i ate .8 grams of some yans. then let those kinda takeover then about 4 hours later i ate 3 grams of cumes. and i was back on the roller coaster
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that's way too many sentences and paragraphs to read. I envy you your shroomin though, hope you had a good time (cuz I'm not gonna read that and try to find out)
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OneMoreRobot3021
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Re: I tripped twice last night [Re: unbeliever]
#6302848 - 11/20/06 12:52 PM (5 years, 6 months ago) |
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I did really enjoy myself. I don't expect everyone to read that, I wrote it either way and not for the Shroomery, but I thought this would be an apropos place to reprint it. 
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
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Quote:
OneMoreRobot3021 said:
I did really enjoy myself. I don't expect everyone to read that, I wrote it either way and not for the Shroomery, but I thought this would be an apropos place to reprint it.
I may read it if the internet crashed now and forever and all I had was this last bit in my cache. 
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I read it. I liked the part about the eyeball, the web, and fragmentation. 
I want to ask a question that is a little bit off-topic. In your part of NYC, do you experience a lot of stray noise? And if so, do you ever pick up on it when you are high or tripping?
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OneMoreRobot3021
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Re: I tripped twice last night [Re: Darkcloud]
#6302895 - 11/20/06 01:10 PM (5 years, 6 months ago) |
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There's always noise all the time, but on Sat, night the yells of drunken folk on my street (a popular street for Friday and Saturday nights cause of good restaurants and bars)just faded into the background. I can sleep through garbage trucks underneath my window though, I'm used to all the city noise.
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Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.
-Erik Davis
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Quote:
it stars saddam said:
Pure homosexuality.
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Quote:
it stars saddam said:
Pure homosexuality.
Good trip report man! Enjoyed reading it.
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