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Currently, I am reflecting on last night. An evening that brought with it some of the most amazing and comforting experiences of my life through mushrooms. This came to me as quite a suprise, as I considered myself a seasoned shroomer in many respects - but am only now learning the value of a little preparation. As me and two other friends seemed displeased with the effects of a substance that so many hold in high regard, we decided to experience it outside of the uncomfortable social gatherings (concerts, parties, etc.) we were used to. Thus, we planned things out carefully. First, we chose a venue. Second, we chose the substances to be ingested. Third, we routed out our plans and objectives for enhancement. (The element of planning ALONE made the situation so much more pleasant and pleasurable.)
First, my best friend D picked me up and escorted me and my girlfriend to his house at around 11:00 PM. We walked up to his room, threw a bunch of blankets on the floor, and instead of just busting out the substance right away (like usual) we just sat and talked for almost an hour. Though, this might seem insignificant, it makes a ton of difference. Being comfortable with your surroundings and keeping everything in a solid perspective makes for a much more effective experience. Once everyone was settled, we toned things down by killing the lights, putting on "Tron" (because "Tron" kicks ass), and cozying up while sipping some Bicardi Vanilla. I'm all about the Midnight-"Tron"-Cozy-Buzz vibe.
About halfway through "Tron", we started smoking marijuana at a snail's pace. Mind you, I'm not talking about ultra-potent, piss-your-pants marijuana here. I'm talking about mellow, home-grown, easy-like-sunday-morning marijuana. The kind of stuff that you can just sit back and puff away at on a pipe. Realize, I only mention this because I think people have strong misconceptions about the introduction of multiple substances accompanied with mushrooms. We were doing this strictly to relax, enjoy the movie, take it slow and put our physical and mental state somewhere between the consistency of a wet noodle and honey. By the time the movie was over, we were puddles strewn across the floor.
Than, as planned, my best friend D hit us with the strobe light. (Take my advice, if you plan on introducing any music, light, effect, etc. while you are tripping, make sure you have a firm grip on what's going on around you before you are tripping. If you don't have a trip-sitter, introducing a new element mid-trip can produce frightening and undesired results.) Anyway, at what I estimate to be 1:15 AM, we each consumed eight grams of dried B+. It's not really something that I can easily explain, but traveling to the apex of a mushroom-induced trip with other people is breathtaking. It's almost as if you tune into eachother. You each understand what the other is going through, and experience something greater that transcends any communication you had prior. I lost track of time, as our mutual focuses seemed concentrated on the strobe light.
Ironically, I began to gain my perspective just slightly long enough to fumble for my wrist watch and interrogate it for the time (1:58 AM) - when suddenly my bottom dropped out and I broke right through. (There's a slight epiphany I always have before highs... like that brief moment of build-up on a roller-coaster as you ease ever-so menacingly to a flying fury you can't wait to embrace as you rush down.) I recognized it right away, threw myself right on my back, and proceeded to have one hell of a staring contest with that strobe light. The light sucked me in and spit me out in a perpetual torrent of motion. I heard my girlfriend let out an indiscernable shudder and I sympathized with her as we crashed throughout every annal and avenue the light would take us down. Hollleeee Shhhiit!! Suddenly, out of no where, I became very detatched from the light. Like I was once part of the light, but had split off away from it. The flashing now seemed to be more of a violent motion. Like it was attacking me. I was being stabbed. Stabbed over and over again in a seemingly endless torture. I closed my eyes tight and turned away on my stomach. I remember distinctly clutching the rug, as if the light was dragging me away and I was struggling to keep a grip on the world both literally and figuratively. My relationship with the strobe light fluctuated in one massive cycle, from good to bad over and over and over again. Eventually, I watched D's great big arm extend up into the heavens and turn the light off... Wow. Part of me was relieved that the strobe was over with. Like I had survived a plane crash or a shooting or something. I can't really explain it.
At around 3:45 AM, in compliance with our plans, we each proceeded to tred softly out of his room, down the steps and out of D's house. (For some reason, this caused me mush distress and seemed to take forever. I had strong emotional reservations like the three of us were in the movie "Alive" - trapped and abandoned in the middle of no where in his Kitchen.) However, the minute we stepped out of his yard, through the streets and into the woods, that all went away. The forest paths that I grew up with seemed quite alien, but warm and comforting. It began to drizzle slightly as we trekked along at a slow and happy pace, and everything felt right. As if the all the colors in the twilight were becoming more vibrant to show their specific place in the puzzle that comprised my perspective. It all just seemed right. We approached the river near my town, and a man and his son had just arrived there and began to fish. We walked past their pick-up truck as he greeted us (as he knew us as locals). I stared at him, dazed that he had spoken at all. As if dragging me back to verbal communication was trivial... I'm sure we looked quite odd as we strolled right by him like he didn't even exist.
It seemed in just moments D had led us to the dock on the river. We all removed our sneakers and socks, then managed to pull our pant legs up to our knees and allow our feet dangle in the fevered waters of early spring. I had distinct thoughts that a fish or some creature in the water was massaging my right leg. And though the thought made me uneasy, it felt amazing. We stared off to the East and raptured as the sun brought it's vibrant glowing ambers to the plethora of colors that overwhelmed us. My girlfriend began to tear up slightly...
Slowly, 7:00 AM rolled around and we hugged, departed and slept for a long while. Reflecting on it now, I am still in wonder of what went on. I just got off of the phone with D before posting, and we both were in wonder of how far tuned we were into eachother. Our most notable and even insignificant experiences, thoughts and emotions were almost exactly the same. I'm truly speechless over the experience, and I'm glad we took the time as friends to do this. I believe it has strengthened the bonds that held together our friendship, and I would encourage others to embrace what we were to priveleged to indulge in.
That was a great report! I'm glad you had such a wonderful time. I always feel the need to experience nature while tripping because I did it from day one. Whenever I am inside I feel confined and uneasy. Your ideas on preparing for the trip were great tips.
-------------------- "There was a dirty rainbow coming out of the fucking toilet" - 40 Oz.