This is the story of my third mushroom trip.
Feubary, 2011
My friend Lynden just moved out and we decided to celebrate we would do mushrooms in his new place. So out plan was for Aaron, Lynden and myself to all do an 8th as soon as Lynden got off work around 4 but then a bunch of our other friend wanted to join so we ended up going back to the dealer to get more about 3 times.
Now it is Aaron, Lynden, Devin, Dylan all on shrooms we all have done them before. We hung out around the house for a bit then we decided to go climb a mountain near by, we all suited up and left.
On our way there Lynden was tripping to hard and could not concentrate on walking so he went home and we walked to this mountain. On the way there everyone but Aaron and I puked; I was proud I had not puked on mushrooms yet.
While we were climbing the mountain Devin was wearing a poncho with a face on the front the whole trip we was known as "The Wise One" because the poncho made him an all knowing being.
Once we got to the top of the mountain it was amazing we could see what appeared to be the curvature of the world. When we started to walk down I appreciated an elementary school and it amazing architecture this is what the front looks like it was mind blowing how the building was standing.
We slowly made our way back to the house to find Lynden in his room in the fetal position staring into a mirror.
we continued to trip at his house, I remember sitting on the couch and Lyndens roommate's girlfriend was there and I couldn't look at her without laughing my ass off.
Then we turned out all the lights and got Lynden to put on Wimamp visuals and listen to Tool, BEST IDEA EVER. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen I was completely in awe on how they would create such colors on a screen, I remember every time the visual changed I would be SHOCKED at what I was seeing; that was by far the best part of the trip. In conclusion this was the most visual and spiritual experience yet.
-------------------- "Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no... Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction. Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him... Cat: Of course, he's mad, too. Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people. Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally; starts to disappear] "
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