Last saturday (11 jul 99), 5g of well dried psylicibe cubensis, grown in
trier, germany, found their way into my mcdonalds mixed salad
and started to work about half an hour later. We (two friends
& i) were at a friend's summerbreak party near zürich,
We went inside & tried to be social - but these
shrooms definitely weren't up to making you talk. So i went
to my car, where i had a matrasse in the back.
Suddenly, the music & solitude made the trip rekindle after
about two hours. I realised again, that dancing was good.
You know, GOOD in the old way: important to your life & more
than yourself; something you do to be in harmony again.
My knees on the matrasse behind the front seats, my arms over
the front seats' backs & my forehand between the frontseats
on the handbreak - that's how i listened about an hour to
different music. There are about 8-10 loudspeakers all over
the car, so the delicately recorded stereo-music (dj shadow,
jeff buckley, the orb) seemed to be coming from all sides.
The kick when lying in this not very comfortable position
was though, that i had heard the music from the car-ceiling,
coming into my brain straigth through the back of my head
pointing upwards. Celestial sounds!
In the end I rekindled the trip by smoking a black-afghan
spliff. Then came also my friends to the car and we sat there
for another two hours talking & laughing hard. It was a very
agreable way to come down. The lights outside were like the
inside poster of the kruder&dormeister 'k&d sessions', all
tipped in a green-black-orange flavor.
The most amazing was the 'typical'/'stereotypical'/'archetypical'
feeling of love & understanding. There was the flow again,
being in rhythm.