Deeper Understanding

I'm a regular user of the always relaxing green stuff, but mushrooms were something that I had always wanted to try. One night back in December, I unexpectedly ran into my roommate and another buddy at a concert in good ol Flint, Michigan...it was the Binge Before Christmas party to be exact. My buddys band was there opening up for Tantric. Anyway, my roommate approaches me and informs me of the quarter of mushies in our cupboard back home. I was immeadiately overwhelmed with joy, as my roommates news was like an answer to my desire to try mushrooms. I had heard many stories, both good and bad about mushrooms, but I couldn't wait to try the little buggers. It was then decided that the three of us would embark on our journey the following night. I will refer to my roommate as B, myself as D, and our other buddy as F.

Saturday, December 15, 2001.

The night had come. The last 24 hours had seemed like days to me. B and I were both so excited, for it was the first time tripping for the both of us. We went over to Fs place at about 7 p.m. B had a jug of apple juice he would use to wash the mushies down, and I had a strawberry slush puppy, sweet. We arrive at Fs place and we all sit and ingest the dried contents together. Suprisingly, the taste really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I turn to F and ask him how long it takes for the effects to kick in, and he says about 25 mins, for he was an experienced tripper. About 15 mins after dosing, I started to feel a little nausea, but nothing big. Then I turned to B and he said he had the same feeling. F had gotten up to make a cigarette run, and upon his return, shit was startin to become interesting. B and I were both grinning from ear to ear and could not stop moving. It was like we were so full of energy, I had no idea what to do with myself. For awhile, I walked laps around F's apartment, all while laughing uncontrollably. I just wanted to explore everything and anything, and I wanted to question why everything was the way it was. Why are humans the way they are? Why do we have 5 fingers and not 4? Why is fire hot? Why...why why why... That's the way it was for me at this point. B and F were both sittin down at this time and they told me to sit and relax a little bit. So I did, and no sooner did I sit down, and found myself fiddling with the lighter that was on the coffee table in front of me. I kept lighting over and over and over, all while running my sweaty fingers through the lit flame. I felt nothing, I could not be burned. I felt like I was leaving my finger in the flame for minutes at a time, and was not being burned by it. Weird. We had dosed at about 7 and it was now gettin close to 8 or 8:30. The best is yet to come, is what F had told me. For the next 25 mins or so, we just sat and discussed anything that was on our mind. One of our non-tripping friends that evening was there and it was when I started talking to him that my thinking began to deepen. He was discussing the issue of marijuana, and how so many people use it, and how it's illegal, and everyday so many people break the law by using it. It was like a 2000 watt light bulb went off in my head. I was just so blown away about the fact that people go to jail for marijuana possession. I don't know, it was just a really intense feeling of enlightenment. I loved it. Everything that ran through my mind made so much sense, and I had such a deeper understanding of everything in life. By the time I had finished my conversation with this kid, our buddy F was gone all of the sudden. I got up and knocked on his bedroom door and he told me to come in. I opened the door, and it was like I had stepped into a whole different world. Completely aside from the well lit living room. F's bedroom was lit entirely in black light and had a huge tapestry on his ceiling. Perfect environment. The first thing I noticed was a mirror on the wall. I stood in front of it and studied myself. I saw me, but I saw me with thick hair covering my face, bright white eyes, and bright pointed teeth. I came to the conclusion that I was indeed a werewolf. I wasn't at all frightened, but rather intrigued. After a few minutes, the vision of my altered self was gone. Disappointed but still happy at the same time, I took a seat on F's bed along with B. F was sitting at his computer chair fiddling with what music to play. B and I just chilled, our minds still racing a mile a minute. What happened next was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. F had put some song by Moby on, and it was the most soothing, most pleasant feeling on earth. Never in my life had I felt the way I did at that moment. The song was playing, and I stood up to further study the"Trainspotting poster on Fs wall. The poster had a long list of what kind of choices you can make in life. The song on the radio had taken ahold of me. I was on a journey. I was studying, reading every single line on that poster. It was like I was thrown into my future, and I could see myself choosing where to live, where to work, where to send my kids to school, even what kind of clothes I would put on my own back. It was just the most intense feeling I had ever felt in my life. For that brief period of time, no one could touch me, no one could hurt me. It was like I was in a complete state of euphoria. The things I was visioning were a touch of heaven. I don't know where my mind went at this time, but I do know that I didn't ever want to leave. Before I knew it, the opening lines of Over the Hills and Far Away brought me back into reality. Come to find out, all while I was standing there, B and F hadn't moved from their spots either. I was pretty convinced that I had just experienced the peak of my trip. What did I think about it? It was one of the most beautiful moments in my life, for real. I say this because not one worry was running through me, nothing but an extreme feeling of joy and love. B, F, and myself spent the remainder of our trip relaxing on the couch passin a bowl around. At the end of the night, B and I went home with a new, refreshed outlook on life. It blows me away that a small shit-tasting dried out fungus can be responsible for such an amazing experience. This trip took place a little over a month ago, and I cannot wait for my next excursion into the unknown. Well that was my trip kids, hope you enjoyed. Yall stay up, peace.