It
was August 13, 2009 when I went on my fourth psychedelic journey with
magic
mushrooms. For this experience my friends and I decided that we would
trip at
the beautiful state beach of Gaviota. I ingested my
eighth of shrooms by 11AM and this psychedelic realm was a completely
different
experience than my previous journeys. Where do I even begin? My
shrooming
journey did not have a beginning or an end. Things were just kind of
happening
that words cannot even describe. During the beginning, flashing bright
colors
popped out of no where every time I opened my eyes. And in this
particular
journey time operated in a way completely different then my previous
journeys.
As I waded in the ocean I could feel the rush of energy at my feet. And
when
the clouds covered the sun I ventured into some dark spots of my mind.
Throughout this journey I experienced intense mood swings and just
flowed with
it in order to prevent a bad trip from occurring. From intense
happiness to
intense sorrow to intense sadness to intense humbleness and vice versa.
I was
experiencing every human emotion simultaneously during certain points.
At some
points I asked myself if this is what dying feels like. I questioned
every
aspect of human civilization and in my mind I understood the meaning
behind
human actions and how it related to basic survival techniques. I
learned that
we judge other people because we want to be around people that will not
harm
us. I learned that we acknowledge each other's existence by the things
we do
and how we live our lives. I was in tuned with the earth around me and
my
senses were highly heightened. I experienced superb hearing, touch, and
sight.
It was as if I was super sober and I perceived everything in full
clarity. My
brain was overheating due to the fact that my mind was taking in so
much
information at one time. I also noticed that I had superior balance as
I was
standing. All my previous shrooming journeys were co- existing and
connecting
with the journey I was experiencing that day. There was a feeling that
the
world was going to end and a military helicopter flew over my head and
it felt
like the apocalypse. Compared to my shrooming trip in Yosemite
last year, I could not tell you which one was more intense. It was as
if intensity levels did not even exist. Unlike my three previous
journeys, this one is the hardest to describe. I learned that there is
not one
word you can put to magic mushrooms. The best analogy I could use to
describe my experience is "like a blind man who had been given sight".
The beach journey was just a complete mind
fuck. I could not explain what my mind was experiencing but I was in
awe due to
the power of magic shrooms.....
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