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Lost and Gone
It was the night of the picking of a huge load of cube's, that were from "the keeper" named Z-Strain mushrooms.
It was the night of the picking of a huge load of cube's,
that were from "the keeper" named Z-Strain mushrooms. My
friend and I each took a large wet amount, equal to about
4 grams dry each. The trip started slow enough just sitting
and watching a color projector on my wall while music
played and then I felt this pulse of energy overwhelm my
body. The lights in my room, being the only lights at 12
am, began to seperate into an almost cubic mosaic pattern
before my eyes. My friend told me "hold on, don't loose it
man" as we have blacked out from some heavy trips before.
I began getting absolutely giddy, so I got up off the bed
and practically floated around the room surveying my
brilliant surroundings. What happens at night I have
discovered is that you are both eerily encaptured by the
dark outside (physically and metaphorically) as well as
being somewhat tired. I turned off the music and still
heard a hum that sounded as if it was on a wave pattern.
When I closed my eyes I was sucked into areas of light
pastures wih these incredible blendings of light green's
and clues and yellows. When I finally opened my eyes my
friend had gotten up and at that very momnet knocked
something over. The sound bounced off the interior of my
mind and set me into an unreal warp of mind. I lost all
ability to control my own actions, my surrounding were
still my house, but they were my house on a level in
space. It was a squre creation of my own mind that I had
chosen to experience, almost like a game or something. So
I went into the den with the tv and began watching what I
now realize to have been an infomercial for bow flex. At
the time I saw square like creatures moving across this
screen trying to suck me into something so I spit, and
spit ...and spit some more at the tv. My much more
coherent friend walked in so I told him what I'd been doing
and then forced him to touch my spit. Running back to the
room I exploded, the next thing I remember is my out of
body state with a flower opening and closing in and aura of
light. I then would open my eyes and see myself outside
my body looking down at my friend and then up at a red
light on my ceiling and trying to figure some kind of life
puzzle out. I kept circling in my own mind with this life
riddle, taking away previously repeated phrases everything
like the missing letters in B-I-N-G-O until it came down to
just me in a fetal position outside my self thinking I
had died because I had figured out the very things that
make life possible on eath, thinking I had moved on to
another deminsion. The alarm the sounded at 7 the next
morning and I awoke putting my mind and what had happened
back together, realizing that the red light on the ceiling
that had made me feel as if I was being watched was just a
reflection from a red light on a guitar pedal. And finally
realizing that I had pissed myself thinking I had been
reborn into another dimension. Well, I'm ok now, but the
advice I pass on is "Maintain AWARENESS"!!!!!! always
Craig
that were from "the keeper" named Z-Strain mushrooms. My
friend and I each took a large wet amount, equal to about
4 grams dry each. The trip started slow enough just sitting
and watching a color projector on my wall while music
played and then I felt this pulse of energy overwhelm my
body. The lights in my room, being the only lights at 12
am, began to seperate into an almost cubic mosaic pattern
before my eyes. My friend told me "hold on, don't loose it
man" as we have blacked out from some heavy trips before.
I began getting absolutely giddy, so I got up off the bed
and practically floated around the room surveying my
brilliant surroundings. What happens at night I have
discovered is that you are both eerily encaptured by the
dark outside (physically and metaphorically) as well as
being somewhat tired. I turned off the music and still
heard a hum that sounded as if it was on a wave pattern.
When I closed my eyes I was sucked into areas of light
pastures wih these incredible blendings of light green's
and clues and yellows. When I finally opened my eyes my
friend had gotten up and at that very momnet knocked
something over. The sound bounced off the interior of my
mind and set me into an unreal warp of mind. I lost all
ability to control my own actions, my surrounding were
still my house, but they were my house on a level in
space. It was a squre creation of my own mind that I had
chosen to experience, almost like a game or something. So
I went into the den with the tv and began watching what I
now realize to have been an infomercial for bow flex. At
the time I saw square like creatures moving across this
screen trying to suck me into something so I spit, and
spit ...and spit some more at the tv. My much more
coherent friend walked in so I told him what I'd been doing
and then forced him to touch my spit. Running back to the
room I exploded, the next thing I remember is my out of
body state with a flower opening and closing in and aura of
light. I then would open my eyes and see myself outside
my body looking down at my friend and then up at a red
light on my ceiling and trying to figure some kind of life
puzzle out. I kept circling in my own mind with this life
riddle, taking away previously repeated phrases everything
like the missing letters in B-I-N-G-O until it came down to
just me in a fetal position outside my self thinking I
had died because I had figured out the very things that
make life possible on eath, thinking I had moved on to
another deminsion. The alarm the sounded at 7 the next
morning and I awoke putting my mind and what had happened
back together, realizing that the red light on the ceiling
that had made me feel as if I was being watched was just a
reflection from a red light on a guitar pedal. And finally
realizing that I had pissed myself thinking I had been
reborn into another dimension. Well, I'm ok now, but the
advice I pass on is "Maintain AWARENESS"!!!!!! always
Craig
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