So I'm new to the shroomery forums and I thought it only fitting that my first post should be about my first trip. So here it goes!
It was during the end of school holidays in my last year of highschool. Me and four of my closest mates have a tradition in which we drive 3 hours to my mates farm in the North Coast of NSW, camp there and get completely fucked for three days straight.
This time however, was different and because of schoolies we decided we should invite more people. In addition to our little group we invited three more of our mates and our girlfriends (in retrospect a bad idea)
Now I knew there were shrooms on this farm before we even arrived because I had researched the conditions they grow in on this very site. I was practically shaking with excitement.
We arrived and set up the camp site on the first day, then sat by the fire, drinking and talking shit about how riggity rekt we were going to get in the coming week.
The next day me and my two best mates began our quest to find magic mushrooms and sure enough, we did. There were tons of P. Cubensis mushrooms all over his 14 acre land, infact by the third day we had actually picked about 250 of them.
After our first hunt we arrived back at camp with a haul of about 50 shrooms ranging in size from pins to mega-cubes. We were extatic!
The rest of the guys were missing at this point (apparently they had gone on a bushwalk after we left to go hunting) so we decided to enjoy our spoils!
They weren't easy to eat as they were still wet and the caps were still slimy but we devised a solution. We wrapped the cap around two pieces of mango licorice and sat the stem on top, kinda like a shroom sandwich. It was disgusting to say the least and none of us cared at all.
My best mate at the time ate 5 raw shrooms, myself ate 4 and my other mate ate 3. (We concluded afterward that due to our vastly different metabolisms that we all had about an equal dose)
We sat there for a while just talking shit and waiting for them to kick in. When they did I wasn't quite sure if I was feeling anything or not but then I looked over at my mates. One had this great cheesy grin on face as he looked up at the trees and the other was making a low moaning sound and drooling into the grass. I slapped my skyward facing friend on the shoulder and pointed him to our other mate. We both started laughing hysterically, yeah they had kicked in. At this point my drooling friend noticed us and in turn what he was doing and started laughing his ass off as well.
Then we came up with the idea of trekking it down to the river. I told my mates to head off without me and that I'd catch them up.
On the way to the river I ran into my girlfriend, who was coming back from a swim. She knew something was up and so we got talking about the hunt, the shrooms and the fact that I was presently tripping balls. I couldn't even keep a normal conversation as I was staring at the fractal patterns developing in the grass and trees that surrounded me. She just laughed it off, kissed me and told me to have fun.
I then ran to catch up with my mates at the river who's laughs I could here from camp. As soon as I sat down I saw one of my mates staring at our little green drug bag we used to carry the shrooms in. He was clearly tripping balls. He told me he could see tadpoles jumping up onto the shore and the bag. At first I just laughed at him but then I saw them, little tadpoles diving out of the water and onto our stuff. I even maintained veiw of one as it fell onto the bag. As I went to get a closer look I realised I was looking at the bag zipper. Confused and amused I pointed this out to my friend who's only response was to laugh histerically.
I then heard some high pitched wailing and splashing coming from behind me. It was my other mate, the drooly one. He was wading around in the water and beckoning me to get in. At first I didn't want to but I eventually caved. As I slowly immersed myself in the silky cool embrace of the lake I felt so much clearer.
I started to think about humanity and our place in the world. Me and my mate splashing around in the cold, clear water to me envoked the imagery of adolescent apes at a watering hole. This got me thinking about how all life is intrinsically related and about the truth of the human species. We're just hairless apes clinging to this tiny little spec of dirt and water that's hurtling through space, without direction. I then started to think of all we've accomplished as a species and for a second I felt truly proud to be alive.
I then decided to share these thoughts with my friend (the drooly one) and he turns to me and tells me that we are the universe understanding itself. Now I've heard this quote before but never have I thought about it like I did then. Everything became so obvious; life, love, meaning, existence. Everything was so clear. I was happy and content with life which is something I hadn't been for a long time before that.
Me and my mates continued to talk for a fair while until we heard noises coming from the path back to camp. It was the rest of the group going for a swim. We shouted back and forth to each other like informational tennis. They wanted us to come over but we were content with staying where we were, besides I think we wouldn't have been great company in our state.
After a little more talking and swimming we realised that it was almost dusk and we should head back. We got back to camp ate, drank, smoked and talked about our trip with everyone else. By this point we were all basically sober and able to have a good laugh about it. Little did we know the next day would consist of babysitting a few of our more curious friends.
Anyway that's the story of my first mushroom trip. It was a little light on visuals overall, though I did see some pretty cool fractals and visual distortions at the peak. It was mainly a mental thing, for me anyway. The insight I got into the universe, my place in it and the meaning of my life will stay with me forever and I honestly think it changed me as a person.
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