|
 
Welcome to the Shroomery Message Board! Please  login or  register to post messages and view our members-only content. You'll gain access to additional forums, encrypted messages, file attachments, board customizations, and much more!
|
 two_rivers
mmm..
Registered: 02/03/07
Posts: 288
|
 One of the greatest adventures of my life.
#8570921 - 06/27/08 12:42 PM (3 months, 9 days ago) |
|
|
I climbed no mountain, I sailed no sea
Didn’t battle a dragon, or come to the aid of a princess in need...
I instead found myself in a place familiar, yet queer
And experienced delightful, whimsical, and humorously magical play without an inkling of fear...
It all began with a nervous stomach and clammy skin.
I ran out of excuses
It was time to begin…
I sat in front of the television playing Nintendo's Animal Crossing, drinking white tea and munching away on mushrooms while my friend and fellow adventurer sat next to me eating his batch with some macaroni and cheese. We'd laugh at some of the characters in the game while I played, keeping the mood light.
Eventually we popped in a different game, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, and played it for a bit until we lost interest, which not surprisingly, didn't take very long. So now that we were feeling a little funny we decided to wander on down to the park. On the way, my friend noticed some other people out and about, turned to me and said, "Oh, fuck…" in a slightly panicked voice. His reaction was understandable. I only half-heartedly attempted to appear in a sober state. I wasn’t overly concerned about how I would be perceived by others. We moved right along though, attempting to control some of our maniacal laugher while we walked on over to a picnic bench in an open grassy area of the park.
My friend insisted on parting ways at this point. He told me before we began that he wanted to spend some time on his own during the experience. So I consented, and we split. He looped around to the east side of the lake, while I chose to take the path to the west. Before we broke off though, we agreed to meet up at this one particular spot in the park that protrudes into the center of the lake on the opposite side. It's where most of the ducks and geese usually gather. There are a few large trees there with hanging branches, full of leaves, and some more picnic tables and benches.
So off I went... I walked along the path, passing some small groups of people here and there…
I felt a little uneasy
My body a little weak
But the atmosphere was tranquil
As the sun began to sink
I ended up running into my friend at a different location than the one we had originally agreed upon, he had his sketch book with him and he was attempting to jot down what he was experiencing. It was his first time; he seemed to be in a semi-panicked and awed state of mind. The park was a little much for now and we decided to head back in the direction of our apartment. On the way, we ran into one of our neighbor's cats. We only see this cat every now and then, but I absolutely love this cat, his name is Mango, and he's just friendly as can be. He walked right up to us and we pet him for a while. He is ordinarily orange, but on this particular evening he seemed to be changing color a bit from different shades of orange and red and to everything in between. I think we would have stayed with him a little longer, but the both of us felt a little exposed laying around on the apartment lawn, with windows looking down at us while we pet the kitty in awe.
We made it back to the apartment and my friend headed straight into his room and closed the door. I walked into the living room and started to doodle a bit in my own sketch book while I listened to some music.
"Take one day at a time
Everything else you can leave behind
Only one thing at a time
Anything more really hurts your mind"
Those lyrics gently poured out of the speakers and I observed layers I hadn't noticed before in the song while also experiencing some auditory hallucinations, like shifts in pitch and increased or decreased intervals between notes. All though it was fine for a moment, I had already spent two trips before listening to music and doodling away. This night it just wouldn't do.
I grabbed my cruising skateboard and my hacky-sack (figured that would be all I needed) and knocked on my friend's bedroom door on the way out to see if he wanted to come along.
He opens it up... Tool is blasting through his computer speakers with the visualizer going full steam on the monitor; he has the look of a wild animal in his eyes. He points to the visualizer and says, "what the fuck is this!?" He had his sketch book in hand...
I said to him, "hey man, I'm going to space right now" I point my finger towards outside... "Do you want to go to space?"
He said in response, "No way I'm going out there!"
"I can't do that."
I tried to find the words to encourage him to come along, but I just couldn't do it. It seemed there'd be no convincing him. I mumbled some incoherent sentence that was intended to be some sort of plea to get him to come with me.
He through up his hands and gestured for me to leave, "pshhh... just… just get outta here"
I laughed and said, "Ok, ok... Well... I'll be back... I'm going to space now."
I stepped outside, threw down my skateboard, and whizzed down the hill and around the corner at what seemed like light-speed. It felt like I was soaring, the air felt light and strange and my clothes rippled dramatically as I sped along the sidewalk. I turned a corner, and started to notice the click-clock of the wheels moving over the gaps in the sidewalk. The sound was different with each section of the sidewalk I passed over, it slowed down and sped up, even though I felt as if I was traveling at a steady speed.
The sidewalk is lined with these large and bushy pine trees, just one after another, as I click-clocked along, I observed that each tree had its own lovingly bizarre face and wiggled and vibrated in its own special way. Every detail on each tree seemed so distinct and pronounced. The colors were deep and rich. I took note of the recent pruning that had been done to the trees, where long limbs had been lopped off, I felt a bit of sadness, and some unwillingness to look at them for a moment, until I realized that the trees do not wallow in self-pity and it seemed disrespectful and silly for me to take pity on them. So I kept going, looking the trees in the face the rest of the way as I went by with a big smile.
I reached a fairly busy intersection and smacked the goofy little button that turned on the little glowing man across the street that indicated I was now aloud to cross the street in the serious man's humorously silly world. Up and up the hill I went, crossed a few more intersections, one of which had some lovely flowers planted on the corner that danced and jiggled and bloomed so bright. I observed them for some time while I waited to cross the street. I smiled at them and laughed a bit to myself, I didn't care at all about the way I looked to other people waiting restlessly in their cars at the red light.
I ended up making it to the bottom of one of my favorite skating spots around town. It's a well made sidewalk that sits off the road a bit, nice and wide with plenty of room to carve, with beautiful landscaping on both sides, and eerie light posts every fifteen feet or so the whole length of it. I find it to be rather trippy even in a sober state of mind. I hopped off of my skateboard and started to walk up the hill in no particular rush. Up in the sky the stars twinkled like I'd never seen, In fact, everything twinkled a bit. I noticed one light in the sky that was just too bright to be a star, and it wasn't an airplane or a helicopter either, because I could still distinguish them fairly easily.
"Maybe that's a UFO" I thought to myself… But everything around me was so full of life in a way I've never experienced that a UFO didn't seem to me to be any more spectacular than the blades of grass wiggling and flowing away next to the sidewalk.
I passed one group of joggers; I waved and said, "Hello." They nodded in return, although they seemed a bit hesitant to.
Shortly after that I passed an elderly couple that didn't even look up from the ground as I passed them by to see me wave hello and smile.
"Oh no…" I thought to myself, "more silly seriousness…"
"Do any of these humans want to play??" I wondered.
"The trees and plants are playing and dancing, the stars are twinkling happily, and right now I feel as if this great mysterious twilight paradise was created with only play and love in mind, yet here are all these silly humans buzzing about so seriously."
I sighed to myself... "Hmmph... Oh well"
I eventually made it to the top of the hill where it finally starts to flatten out. I took a moment to collect myself, hopped on my trusty skateboard and away I went! I soared and slid on down the hill completely care-free, incapable of even comprehending what it's like to be outside of the present moment.
At times it seemed like I was going so fast, yet only to be followed by the feeling of going so slow. Down and down I floated and flowed. The swirl of life and colors and twinkling was incredible. Cars roared passed in the road like strange alien crafts. I was taking it all in…
"To your left!"
It was just one of many sounds vibrating around...
"TO YOUR LEFT!!!"
I quickly realized that it was somebody coming up behind me and I carved to the right to open up a gap for the bicyclist to pass me by.
He came up next to me as we were both speeding down the hill and said to me in a slightly irritated voice, "Hey! I said to your le...."
I turned my head and looked at him with a big smile and with my large twilight filled eyes.
"…whoa…" was all he had to say as we briefly exchanged eye contact before he raced away on down the hill.
I laughed out loud and thought to myself, "He knows…"
I made it to the bottom and I was just beaming! Grinning from ear to ear! WOoHOO!
I skated back towards the apartment. I passed by another jogger, yet it seemed to take quite some time to get passed him. For a moment I thought to myself, "Sheesh! Is either one of us even moving here?"
When I was just about back to the apartment, I found myself suddenly thinking and speaking in riddles and rhymes. I couldn't help it, but it was terrific! I fell in love with language and the sound of words; I thought of poetry and declared to myself that I’d seek more of it out when I returned to a sober state. I thought of rap music too which I’m typically not very fond of and said to myself, "I just might love rap music now, if only it weren’t so overly serious..."
"That just seems silly willy
While I bibble 'n' bobble
Along the cobble
I speak in riddle diddles
Don’t know why I slide and glide
On my board as it clicks 'n' clocks
On down the block..."
On and on it went throughout the rest of the night, one magically delightful and ridiculous poem after another.
I made it back to the apartment still beaming and feeling completely blissful. As I approached the front door, I thought to myself, "hmm... I wonder how my friend is doing now...”
I walked inside and the first thing I do was knock on his door. He opens it up, and waves of craziness come pouring out, "Dude! Ya! You’re back! You made it!" He said, with his sketch book in hand of course.
I exclaim, "Whoa! It’s CAARAAZZy in here!
Tool is still playing, and he still had that wild look in his eyes. His room seemed a bit messier than when I left.
I went to the bathroom and then came back out to talk with him and he started showing me some of his sketches and writings that he had done throughout the night. I informed him that I mostly speak in "rhymes and riddles" now. He started to read off some of the words he jotted down his book and it turned out he had been doing some rhyming of his own..
"Cars on the lake
This is bad
Fuck that
Life is crazy
Now i've seen it
Relax
I’m ready to conquer
Drip-drop
Need a bathroom
Nope"
On and on and on he kept reading off this randomness he had been writing all night long...
Then he'd pause for a moment… And show me one of his sketches, "look at this!"
"... You see this?"
It looked like some squiggles and lines.
"What the fuck is this??!" He'd ask.
I thought, "Wow, he's going crazy... Though his spirits still seem to be relatively high"
He's a fantastic artist ordinarily so it was hilarious to see his kindergarten-like sketches he had been working on.
"Ohhh, Man!" he'd say. Then he'd go to his room and slam the door only to come out moments later with his sketch book in hand reading off more of his incoherent babble.
Eventually he told me, "Here take this... I don't want it." And he tossed the sketch book and pencil at me. I lazily drew some circular patterns that disappeared as quickly as I drew them, only to reappear as I refocused on the book. I walked into my room and tossed the book down on my bed.
The apartment was just TOO crazy; I had to get back outside. This time I packed a back pack with a water bottle and Cloud-Hidden; Whereabouts Unknown; A Mountain Journal by Alan Watts as if I was going to actually be able to sit down and read. I invited my friend to come along this time too, but he just didn't want to go, we had a tough time communicating. When I left he was in his room messaging some friends on myspace. I thought, "oh no… he's going to want to unsend those later I’m sure. I hope nobody reads them..." He showed me what he had sent so far and it must have been a good 15-20 messages. I thought about yanking the ethernet cable that runs to his room out of the router on my way out, but it just didn't seem right to me at the time to restrict anybody from doing anything. He later told me that his sketch book and the internet was his security throughout the night, and that it felt good for him to get it all out.
So off I went once more into the twilight realm. I took a different path down to the park than the one I took at the start of this adventure. This side of the park is made to be like more of a natural habitat to attract birds and other animals. No landscapers do any grooming back in there whatsoever and there are no lights, just one path winding around that eventually leads out into the park proper. So as I made my way through the dark forest, skateboard in hand, I noticed that the trees and plants seemed to be mildly luminescent and my vision seemed inhumanly keen. I spied a coyote moving agilely through the shadows and I whispered to him, "Ahah! Hello friend. I see you...”
I walked along and I made it to the lake at the park and I sat down at its edge in a meditative position. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. The visuals I saw behind my eyelids were bright, colorful, and intricate. Endless fractal patterns poured in from the twilight realm that I was deeply breathing in. I felt calm, but also tired, I started to reflect on what a wild night it had been. I opened my eyes to see birds skimming the surface of the lucid lake waters to catch insects. They were so graceful and precise.
I stood up and started to wander around the park and think about the sort of life I've been living. I decided that contrary to what some of my friend’s and family’s opinions would be, my present life of rhyming and riddling, zooming and grooving on my skateboard, and playful participating and observing was ultimately very satisfying. I felt content and right at home in this merry paradise known as planet Earth.
I thought of family and friends that have put me down in the past for "not living up to my potential" or "not being productive in society" or "being lazy" and it didn’t bother me much. I thought their serious world that they've wrapped themselves up in was "silly willy" and I wish they'd all come play with me instead. And then briefly, I felt a bit of despair about being the only one at play on this magical playground, which then transformed into a feeling of being completely at ease in this whole mysterious existence and ok with letting go of this life when the time came. I had a feeling of unshakable faith in this mysterious river of life. I planned to just float along enjoying every experience offering up no resistance to its majestic flow.
I walked on back to the apartment feeling the love of the plants around me and the stars above me. Once inside I filled my tea kettle with water and waited for it to boil. Some music was playing in the living room. My friend walked in and read the title of the song, "Don't worry about the government??? That's perfect!" He was filling me in on how his night had been completely chaotic yet at the same time, every event had fit together so perfectly.
He was still rambling on a bit... Like me, he seemed a little worn out too.
The kettle whistled and I poured the boiling water over a chamomile teabag into a mug and talked with my friend a bit while I waited for the tea to finish steeping. Once it was ready, I started to sip it slowly while I wandered into my bedroom to sit down at my desk. Its wood grain pattern was swirling and morphing around slowly. I looked at the monitor and noticed my ex-girlfriend was online and I decided to send her an instant message on the computer, we still talk fairly often, so it wasn't anything I wouldn't ordinarily do…
She wasn't amused at all. She didn't have any patience for my riddles or rhymes and told me in so many words that I was a very frustrating person to speak to.
"Ahh... Just another overly serious human with no time for fun... All business, all business... and it's all so silly willy. I wish she'd come play" I thought to myself. I thought of the park again and decided to head back out. I was coming down at this point, but mild effects were still present. I asked my friend on the way out if he wanted to play some hacky sack at the park.
He replied, "Nah man... maybe in like an hour or something"
"Alright, alright" I said. I sluggishly strolled on back down to the park, spirits slightly dampened, wondering earnestly why nobody at all enjoys play. I rhythmically tossed my hacky sack into the air only to catch it again as I drifted around the park from tree to tree, when suddenly I heard a voice from behind...
"Hey!"
I turned around to see my friend coming up behind me. I was glad to see he changed his mind and came down to join me after all, but my mood had turned contemplative and I found it difficult to focus on his words. Partially because he was still rambling a bit and partially because I knew I was nearing the end of the trip and I wanted to peacefully stroll around and say goodnight and thanks to the world that had been so kind to me.
We walked around and I listened to his stories about the evening. I didn't say much in response. I just didn't feel like speaking. Speaking seemed to take magic away from the moment.
We made it to our usual late night hacky sack spot underneath one of the brighter lights in the park and began to play. We kicked it around for a few minutes, and then decided to walk around in search of "The King" instead. (“The King” is a nickname we had given to a Goose at the park; he is larger than any other bird at the lake, and he’s the only one of his species. After observing him countless times, his role among the other waterfowl seems to be very King-like... so, hence the name.)
Well, it didn’t take long before we found him, and we stood there and watched him float around for a bit in the smooth lake waters, sending ripples out behind him that stretched out far into the darkness.
My friend turned to me and said, "Hey, we finally made it!"
I didn't understand at first, but then…
"Ohhhh YEAH!" I exclaimed. We were standing in the very spot where we had originally agreed to meet at the very beginning of our adventure.
I smiled and looked at him in his wild eyes and shook his hand. The feeling of an adventure complete was in my heart and soul. The night had been one that wouldn’t soon be forgotten.
--------------------
    
|
 mentalIMAGE
Stranger
Registered: 04/29/06
Posts: 318
Loc: Canada
Last seen: 5 hours, 20 minutes
|
 Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: two_rivers]
#8571033 - 06/27/08 01:14 PM (3 months, 9 days ago) |
|
|
nice report, very well written
--------------------
are YOU above the ignorance?
We are always acting on what has just finished happening. It happened at least 1/30th of a second ago. We think we're in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past.
Ken Kesey
|
two_rivers
mmm..
Registered: 02/03/07
Posts: 288
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: mentalIMAGE]
#8571144 - 06/27/08 01:44 PM (3 months, 9 days ago) |
|
|
thanks for reading. 
--------------------
|
LSDaytripper
Believer
Registered: 08/04/07
Posts: 321
Loc: Ohio
Last seen: 1 day, 13 hours
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: two_rivers]
#8575689 - 06/28/08 09:34 PM (3 months, 8 days ago) |
|
|
I love that feeling of accomplishment you described at the end of your report. On nearly all my trips, I've felt that. The best example I can think of is during one of my first trips, at age 15. That night, my friend and I tripped on some really good acid and spent the entire night walking around the neighborhood talking and enjoying nature. Around 4 am, near the peak of our trip, we decided to go into my friends house and get a huge tub of cashews and bring them outside. While we sitting on the front lawn eating them, my friends dad apparently woke up to let the dog out. He didn't see us, but the dog ran over to us and we started to play with him. All of the sudden, we realized...
"Wait..how did the dog get out of the house?!"
Needless to say, we took off down the road, far away from the house. We started to get a little bit paranoid, and realized we were still holding the huge tub of cashews. I know it seems really insignificant, but I'm sure you know how little things can seem so important while tripping. We decided we needed to hide the cashews and return them in the morning, because we couldn't just leave them on my friends front lawn for some reason or put them in the car. (I love acid logic) So all of the sudden our trip turned into a huge quest of where to hide these damn cashews, which now seemed to be a huge source of trouble, when in reality they didn't matter one damn bit. We eventually decided to hide them in a random tree in the neighborhood, which was a dumb idea because it was in someones yard, but we carried on with our trip. About 6 hours later, at the end of our trip, we started to head back to the house. I guess we had forgotten about the cashews, but on our way home we saw them under the tree and picked them up to bring back. It was so strange, the sense of acheivement/accomplishment that was felt when we finally got those cashews back in the house. It was like all of the worlds problems had vanished now that the cashews were returned to their proper resting place. It was amazing, and hilarious.
--------------------
***** (10:42:46 PM): This is so strange
***** (10:42:53 PM): Becuase I feel that I am very altered
***** (10:42:57 PM): But at the same exact time
***** (10:43:28 PM): I am closer to the real me, the real me who decides who I am, the entire me
|
WornTraveler
Captain Cannabis
Registered: 06/15/08
Posts: 354
Last seen: 1 month, 5 days
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: LSDaytripper]
#8575875 - 06/28/08 10:51 PM (3 months, 8 days ago) |
|
|
Well written, sounds like an amazing time.  Enjoyed reading your report.
--------------------
Captain Cannabis, Guardian of Ganja, Sultan of Shrooms, Giver of Green, Tabbed Tripper, and all around Good Guy.
|
two_rivers
mmm..
Registered: 02/03/07
Posts: 288
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: WornTraveler]
#8576345 - 06/29/08 03:01 AM (3 months, 8 days ago) |
|
|
Quote:
LSDaytripper said:
I love that feeling of accomplishment you described at the end of your report. On nearly all my trips, I've felt that. The best example I can think of is during one of my first trips, at age 15. That night, my friend and I tripped on some really good acid and spent the entire night walking around the neighborhood talking and enjoying nature. Around 4 am, near the peak of our trip, we decided to go into my friends house and get a huge tub of cashews and bring them outside. While we sitting on the front lawn eating them, my friends dad apparently woke up to let the dog out. He didn't see us, but the dog ran over to us and we started to play with him. All of the sudden, we realized...
"Wait..how did the dog get out of the house?!"
Needless to say, we took off down the road, far away from the house. We started to get a little bit paranoid, and realized we were still holding the huge tub of cashews. I know it seems really insignificant, but I'm sure you know how little things can seem so important while tripping. We decided we needed to hide the cashews and return them in the morning, because we couldn't just leave them on my friends front lawn for some reason or put them in the car. (I love acid logic) So all of the sudden our trip turned into a huge quest of where to hide these damn cashews, which now seemed to be a huge source of trouble, when in reality they didn't matter one damn bit. We eventually decided to hide them in a random tree in the neighborhood, which was a dumb idea because it was in someones yard, but we carried on with our trip. About 6 hours later, at the end of our trip, we started to head back to the house. I guess we had forgotten about the cashews, but on our way home we saw them under the tree and picked them up to bring back. It was so strange, the sense of acheivement/accomplishment that was felt when we finally got those cashews back in the house. It was like all of the worlds problems had vanished now that the cashews were returned to their proper resting place. It was amazing, and hilarious.
haha! too funny... 
Quote:
WornTraveler said:
Well written, sounds like an amazing time. Enjoyed reading your report.
thanks! when i first posted it, i wasn't sure if anybody was going to read it or not because of the length. i'm happy to see a few people did though.. 
--------------------
|
WornTraveler
Captain Cannabis
Registered: 06/15/08
Posts: 354
Last seen: 1 month, 5 days
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: two_rivers]
#8576973 - 06/29/08 11:02 AM (3 months, 7 days ago) |
|
|
I read the thing and wasn't really going to post a response (I usually just lurk, only post when I have a question hehe), but I figured I should at least let you know I enjoyed reading it, since you did take the effort to write such a detailed report. 
--------------------
Captain Cannabis, Guardian of Ganja, Sultan of Shrooms, Giver of Green, Tabbed Tripper, and all around Good Guy.
|
TTT
True
Registered: 08/07/06
Posts: 270
Loc: None
Last seen: 1 day, 9 hours
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: WornTraveler]
#8583444 - 07/01/08 09:34 AM (3 months, 5 days ago) |
|
|
That was such a lovely trip report, I really enjoyed reading it.
Thank you for taking your time to write and post it!
--------------------
  
|
i3oosted
Stranger
Registered: 07/01/08
Posts: 230
Last seen: 17 days, 5 hours
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: TTT]
#8598664 - 07/05/08 08:46 PM (3 months, 1 day ago) |
|
|
Wow, what a great report. I love reading stuff like this.. real or not. Sounds like you couldn't of asked for a better time except if others joined in your antics.
|
BurningQuestion
Registered: 03/02/08
Posts: 5
Loc: West Palm Beach, FL
Last seen: 2 months, 17 days
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: i3oosted]
#8604888 - 07/07/08 04:57 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
|
|
Great post! I really enjoyed reading your report and thought I would also let you know! Reminds me alot of my first trip. 
|
JonTable
Registered: 02/26/08
Posts: 147
Last seen: 8 days, 16 hours
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: BurningQuestion]
#8606036 - 07/07/08 09:28 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
|
|
Yup great report. I couldn't stop reading it once I started! So the length was not a problem at all! If something is written that well.. hell it could be a book!
|
Crabmeat
Mycoholic
Registered: 06/24/08
Posts: 148
Last seen: 4 hours, 30 minutes
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: JonTable]
#8606266 - 07/07/08 10:16 PM (2 months, 30 days ago) |
|
|
"Life is crazy
Now i've seen it
Relax
I’m ready to conquer"
I like.
--------------------
Trade Prints Trade Needles
|
sm0keybear
Stranger
Registered: 07/21/08
Posts: 16
Last seen: 12 days, 9 hours
|
Re: One of the greatest adventures of my life. [Re: Crabmeat]
#8663287 - 07/21/08 01:26 PM (2 months, 16 days ago) |
|
|
i love reading about trip reports, i would read a million page trip if i could, they are just so beautiful if they are as descriptive as yours. kudos to your descriptive perception of things!
| |
|
|
|
Previous
Index
Next
Threaded
Edit 
Reply 
Quote 
