My first trip began shortly after harvesting 2-3 grams from the first flush of my b+ casing (first-time growing, first-time tripping).
My first trip began shortly after harvesting 2-3 grams from the first flush of my b+ casing (first-time growing, first-time tripping). I quickly munched them down and noticed that the taste, although nasty, was somewhat subtle (which after later experience I find to be a trait prevelant to frush mush) and easily manageable. Within maybe an hour I felt something happen in my brain; I couldnt quite put my finger on it, nor could i even possibly describe it in words. Within minutes, my mom called my name (yeah, I know, bad setting). I walked out and as she called again "mmaaAAArrcUUsss"; the words felt cold and echoed through my brain. I replied and ended the conversation as quickly as possible. speaking was still possible but I felt like I didn't even have to pay too much attention to what was being said; the speaking part of my consious would handle the talking part while the actual essence of ME chilled in the subconscius. Walking began to feel both wobbly/clumbsy and yet incredibly smooth at the same time. I went to the bathroom to piss ass the toilet would shift in size. As i turned, I caught a glipmpse of the mirror; I was shocked at the size of my pupils! I them starred at my reflection at parts of it began to move forward while others moved back. I quickly turned my head thinking this could wait for another trip (a bit much at the time). I then quickly hopped under my heated blanket and experienced the most wonderful body high I have ever experienced. I scrambled though the channels on my television, seeing images of explosions, morphing faces, and screaming cats. After flipping though every channel about 5x, I settled down and stayed on the SciFi channel. There was some crazy shit going on; lobster-people were lurking everywhere, zombies were running and some guy lit himself on fire, jumped in the water, and turned into a fucking fish creature and swam away ! None of this was actual hallucinations, but quite a specticle nonetheless. It was then I experienced the scurge of all my trips; the fact that after I start tripping, I go a little crazy and have to jump around all over the place. After surfing my carpet became boring, I went outside. I went into my smoking spot (a small woodded area) where I sat on a stump. I stared at the ground and the leaves began rearranging themselves. As this was happening, I saw an images of what I can describe as the world, only I was seeing it like one of those radars that you see on cartoons, where there's a circle and a line that goes across and beeps and shows a dot when something is detected; this feeling/thought process is extremely hard to describe. As all this activity shlowed in my head I jumped around, admiring the moon, the changing geometric paterns of the jagged branches, and the beautifully brilliant flowers.
