It started at 5pm when I and a friend dosed 7 fresh mature cyans. We went back to the patch and it kicked in, the landscape began to morph. After barely making it out of the cove, we went back to base to grab another friend. As we waited for him to arrive I played some music and I took a shower because I saw spongebob on t.v and got a bad trip. The shower automatically became a symbol of my purification for the journey ahead. In the shower I heard Native American music. As in windpipe, drums, and chanting. Our friend had arrived and we all had about 6 more. Within the hour we had made it back to the patch. Our friend was feeling the effects now because he was interacting with the moonlight rays shooting through the trees. By the patch is an institution that illuminates at night. So we made the climb up the hill symbolic of a mountain journey to a godly place. We made it to the patch and had two more caps. One of my friends began hugging a tree that probably looked bigger than it was. Fog surrounded us everywhere and the sky was lit intensely. We now walked into a massive field and this was the start of my peak. We journeyed through, past strange structures going deeper into the strange place. As of now we were all referring to the place as 'the mother ship'. And then we got to an enclosed area with rowed seats. The wind began blowing harder and I realized we were with many great spirits in a realm I never though was achievable. I kept repeating, 'this is it guys, we made it'. Everything was blue and the sky was lighting up with auroras. Spirits walked the foggy planes around us.
Deeper into the structure we began to get noisy after I pulled out my wallet and was about to throw it into a ditch. My friends talked me out of it though. However I was experienced a complete loss of ego at this point. Some security lads began chasing as and we got split up and I for some reason threw my wallet into some sticker bushes. This was probably the most intense moment of my life, I was running and running every car turned into a police cruiser, I hallucinated helicopter spotlights and police dogs. I finally met up with one of my friends. We went back to the house and sat on the back porch. I went into a lucid trance and stated screaming that the savages got him, he was abducted by the strange aliens with flashlights and he was taken into the mothership. I was crying, laughing, and yelling hysterically.I loved my friend and he was as good as dead when youre this high.
After an hour of feeling oppressed by my poor judgement in my wallet, I felt held down by these pieces of paper, my id my ss card. It felt overwhelming that man is held down by these things . The savages got our friend and they were going to probe him and send him back to earth, docile again. We were native american spirits roaming a land ruled by aliens looking for us. Our friend soon arrived back and we all hugged eachother glad that those bastards with the strange lights didnt get him. I now started to feel oppressed by my wallet again and went back to hysterical 'whys?' and 'Its just a fucking paper!!!!! You bastards!!!! WHY!!'.
Anyways, the main thing that I felt the next day is that I had been visited by a spirit shaman that blessed me and gave me the powers to enter the celestial realm and bless others through these trips. I feel like ive always had a gift when using psychedelics and this being my 4th trip I now have had a life changing experience. I feel as if now i'm a Psilocybin teacher, and I may have the ability to visit the celestial realm in times of meditation. I will see in the weeks to come.
Also, i'm sure you understand that those are not half the small details of my trip.
thanks for reading
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