Early October, and the elements are idealistic for some P. Cubes. So,
that night at 2 A.M. I drive out to the field and pick 10 palm sized
caps. I go back home after about an hour of serious searching (by
myself, may I add), and quickly put the shrooms in the refridgerator.
So, later that same day, around 4:50 in the afternoon, I decide it's
about time to down them. I grabbed a packet of mustard, carefully
putting enough to mask the taste (don't get me wrong they don't taste
horrible, but it is definately an aquired one. Imagine, an earthy
taste) . I sit around for about 20 minutes after that, and decide I
want to go to a place where nature is a major factor in the equation. I
decide Westgate park would be the perfect place, so once I get there I
rolled a phattie, and proceed to walk through the nature trail. There
aren't many people on the trails usually, just joggers and what not.
So, I smoke half of my blunt and a guy passed me on a bicycle, which
startled me, but only because it was just out of nowhere. By this time,
I feel the first initial effects (full body warmth, fuzzy feeling,
euphoria, confusion, etc..) so I sat down on a bench and watched the
plants communicate. I get really happy at this point, and decide to go
further back in the trail. There was an opening in this fence, which
lead to an extremely spaced out field, so I was automatically
transfixed on this "meadow" as I called it. What really stood out was
this was a circular field with a lone standing tree in the middle, and
that tripped me the fuck out. I started wondering if it were considered
trespassing since I was back there, and I replied to myself quickly,
"no, this is nature, you can't put a price-tag or label that says
'yours' on something that has been here long before we were even
thought of!" and so I walked around the tree being very observant of
the bark and the over-all auora it released. I walked down near a
"cove" of kudzu and pine trees, and just stared into the dakrness
within the foilage, when I heard a dog or owl or something rustling
around. I kind of got freaked out, and said "that type of shit will get
you fucked up." and just walked off calmly. I sat by the "Lone Tree"
for about 10 or 15 minutes, staring up at the sky (which at this point
resembled, window panes with oil and water poured on them, the
luminesent rainbow swirling every which way) and just being overwhelmed
by this feeling of nature, as well as the world. I came to the
realization we are here on the earth, we are so much smaller than the
big picture...yet, as humans we have created this scheme of creators,
destroyers, lovers, haters and gods. I was stupidifed at this point,
just watching the canopy of trees ripple and warp out of it's original
shape. I think I was so focused on everything, (the trees, bugs, grass,
sky, air, etc.) that I had ascended from my normal mind-frame to a
greater understanding of everything. I snatched up a handful of grass
from the meadow because it was SUPER GREEN, (like....surge or vault or
some shit) and made my way back to the car. I was in a "mild" trip,
just enjoying life. As I'm driving, my cell phone rings and someone
wants me to get them illicits. So as I'm waiting at LaBamba for this
guy to come, just listening to "The Campfire Headphase" by Boards of
Canada and I look up at this light pole about 100 yards to my
right-hand side, and it feels like I'm literally floating towards it,
and I lean back after a few seconds of watching the pole and have total
"closed-eye visuals" (which basically consist of a kaliedascope
formation of colors, geometric shapes, and whatever else your thinking
of really.) So I grab my notebook and begin to sketch a picture, the
guy who called me previous to this pops out of nowhere and hits my
window. I flip a shit, because it startled the fuck out of me. So I
bitch him out and go make the run for him. Get back up with him and
he's out of the picture. At this point it's like , 6:20 P.M. and
getting dark, and I had two glow sticks, a flashlight, some really good
bud and a solid trip to accompany me anywhere I was willing to go. I
decided to go back to Westgate, and by this time it's actually night
time. I arrive at westgate and get the flashlight and glowsticks.
Walking back through the trail, in the dark with a flashlight...on
shrooms does not sound wise at all, I know this, but I wanted to be
alone. As I was walking I started getting chillbumps due to the
"creepy" factor, and it wasn't fear I felt, it was uncertainty. I had
originally planned to walk back to the meadow but on the way there I
heard a strange buzzing as if a bee were next to me, and it kept
getting louder. I didn't freak out until it was like, in my ear, at
this point I ran to a bench and sat down.
Eventually, I
layed down on the bench and just watched the trees, here's where things
get interesting, my trip went completely solid at this point. Closed
eye visuals were no longer the case, I was having full blown
hallucinations. The trees looked like flames, burning the sky and the
stars kept moving everywhere. I continued to stare at the trees and
eventually saw sphinx's flying out of them and into the sky, exploding
in colors. I spoke with "God" this night, he was in the form of a
EXTREMEMLY large oak tree, and he basically spoke with me about all
things. The only real problem with this, is he spoke in
like....tongues, but I understood and spoke back to him. I layed on the
bench for about two and a half hours, and looked up at some point, only
to see a really big face infront of me, smiling....missing a few teeth
and appeared to be rotting, and this didn't startle me because I had
accepted I was tripping. Here's where my night went into complete "WHAT
THE FUCK?" mode. I had somewhere to be at 9, so I hopped up and within
seconds I was sinking towards the ground, holding on to the bench like
"holy shit, I took too too too much!" (which was not the case at all.
my legs were just asleep, LOL!) everything turned a pale grey color,
and I saw myself there, acting like a shmuck. After this, I was kind of
afraid. It's just a fungus, yes, but don't think for a second that it
won't make you believe the shit is happening for a second or two. I got
back to my car, turned on some Boards of Canada and proceeded to make
my way across town. I think this is where I realized I probably should
have had someone accompanying me. The road looked like a tunnel of
colors and the road was twisting more than a preppy school-girl in
heat. The cars directly behind me desentigrated from sight, and the
cars in front looked about a mile away. Everything was totally fucked,
but I made it to my destination. The person I was picking up, I had
trouble recognizing them, they came up to me and I was like
"whoa....who.....what?". At this point I just came home, and tripped
the rest of the night....repeatative thoughts, colors, weird
noises....more colors....it goes full circle. The duration of this trip
was about....nine and a half hours. Overall...on a level from one to
ten. I'd definately give it a 7.
