I had just finished my first grow from a Mad season mad bag and harvested the Burma strain
My friend which will be refered to as AK came over to my house at 9:00 and I started to tell him that I had mushrooms and showed him everything; the cake is now on it's second flush. I did not have any way to measure out a dose so I had no idea how much I had, my friend was able to guess it was around six grams. We split the mushrooms and proceeded to munch at 9:30. We went to my backyard and played the waiting game while relaxing on some pool chairs looking up at the clouds as they floated along in the sky changing shape. At 10:15 my friend started to say he was getting some visuals and the clouds started to take the form of a bird to a man then on to a bear. I felt nothing and started to doubt that anything was going to happen to me, but then another 15 minutes later I began to involuntarily imagine geometric hallways in my head next it became projected onto the clouds like AK described. At 10:45 I became fully immersed in the experience deeper and deeper, higher and higher, like climbing to the peak of a roller coaster. I'm an active person and began to feel restless so I began to walk around my backyard at 11:00. I got AK up and we began to walk around my neighborhood. We made our way to the larg park in the center of the community. I had been preparing myself for this experience for a year psychologically, philosophically, and spiritually. I devoured every bit of literature I could find, watched every documentary, and listened to hours of audio on the subject of entheogens and their historical uses. Back to the story; at the park we climbed on the jungle gym and hung upside-down just taking in the surroundings. The entire neighborhood was asleep except for AK and I. We were completely alone by 11:30, and yet I felt more connected than I hade ever been on a deep mental level. It was strange, I became aware of an underlying polarity between us that kept us connected like how up goes with down and black with white. Our conversation went on on a psychic level, everything I would think he would begin talking about and vice versa.. By midnight the visuals began to take full affect. I began to see the veil that separates us from true reality tearing and deteriorating. The geometric visuals became mirrors reflecting kaleidoscopes, thus confirming the polarities of reality. We decided to go back to my house and sit on the couch in my living room with all the lights off in my house, the only light was from the street lamps coming in from the front of the house very faintly, it was only enough to see the outline of shapes in the house. I laid there with my eyes closed and became deeply immersed in a dreamlike state. It looked and felt like the world I had always known was falling apart and I was dieing. I became aware of two parts of myself the first was the part of me that's always talking and using words (ego), the other was my true self/awareness. It was the part of me that didn't fight things or try to change everything, it didn't use words but it still communicated concepts and awareness without using words or images, it was purely intuitive, like it was the part of me that was tapped into the Cosmic god consciousness. After a while of playing with this I gently rejected and surrendered the ego self and at that very moment I felt the most intense burst of what I can only label as LOVE. I was part of an unbroken stream of awareness. AK and I started to talk again and I became aware of a further underlying trinity between us. It was a him, me, and us connection; the polarity and unity between us as a separate but equal being. 1:00 at this point I found myself in suspended animation, time began to diminish in both directions, it stopped existing for me. I felt like I was moving through frozen time, As if everything was an instant but drawn out. 1:20Things started to go sour at this point. I felt trapped like I had stranded myself in an inescapable reality or state of mind, I feared I was skitsofrenic. Everything in my mind was so familiar like I knew it already and I realized everything in this reality I had access to with the mushroom was the real world and everything we experience in sober life is a maze with everything as an artifact that we created in our mind to remind ourselves of the enlightened reality, like signs placed here to remind us that this all just a dream or similar to a trail of bread crumbs leading us on the path to waking up or enlightenment. At 1:50 I had accepted being trapped in this reality that I had at least partially created my own and that I had woken up to. I felt another wave of LOVE as I let go of the maze I had been dreaming in. I had accepted the fact that the sun was never going to rise again and I was happy with where I was and I knew that no matter what everything would be ok no matter what happened, even if I forgot about this state of mind things would always work out. 2:00 I started to feel tired so I tried to sleep but I wouldn't truly fall asleep, I was stuck in the twilight of my current state of conciseness and the other side which was sober living. The same set of words played in my mind over and over again "put things back" "put the maze back together so I can find my way back some day" I knew I had to go back and that I couldn't stay there forever. I was mentally putting the artifacts of my consciousness around me that are the bread crumbs that are there to remind me of this place I was in so that I may remember on my own someday and gain natural enlightenment, the next step of human evolution. Everything then made a huge flip, night into day, reality into dream, awareness into unconsciousness. And I woke up feeling like I had returned from an infinitely long vacation that's only a memory of the past and a blueprint of the future.
Edited by Greenvalley (03/08/11 08:11 PM)
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