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#28652853 - 02/09/24 12:47 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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Sometimes I get to thinking about different experiences and realise that I don't remember the first time I took mushrooms or LSD. I remember the first time i did DMT, that was world changing, but not my beloved staples of psychedelia. They've become like family and it's hard to remember them not being part of my life.
Do you remember the first time you tripped? What did you take? What did you do? What was it like?
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Northerner] 4
#28652925 - 02/09/24 02:04 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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I remember the first time I have tripped and I mean REALLY tripped pretty much as if it was yesterday, even though it was about 25 years ago.
I dabbled with foraged semilanceata initially, but my first big trip was on cubes I got from a place called Christiania, a hippie community based in Copenhagen. Me and some friends went there for the many different strains of weed and hash they'd sell there. There was something that really resembled a marketplace. Little stands with everything on display just waiting for you to choose. Then we spotted these big jars filled with mushrooms and didn't hesitate long to buy some. I still remember that hippie guy saying "Enjoy your flight".
The next day we got onto the train and headed back home. We had to cross borders which was an adventure on it's own. 4 stoned teenagers with the pockets full of the best weed we ever owned... and mushrooms. Of course we made it home safely.
Every detail for that special evening got planned meticulously. We decided to do the trip on a beach sitting besides a bonfire. It was a place relatively far from civilization, but people would still go there for similar reasons, with the difference that they'd get drunk and we embarked on our first psychedelic journey.
I decided to take 2 gram (I had 3 in total). The sun was still shining and everything seemed just about right. So I washed them down with orange juice. About 20 minutes passed by and I started to get impatient, "look" for the first signs, for something to happen out of the ordinary, but nothing happened. That's when I started to doubt whether I took enough, so I proceeded to take the remaining gram I still had in my pocket. A classic rookie mistake, but in hindsight I am happy I made it.
Just when I washed down the last mushroom, suddenly a large group of people arrived at our spot and invited themselves to sit down by our fire. These were classmates from school that weren't really supposed to know what we are doing.
That's when the first 2 gram kicked in. I looked at a friend's face and it was so distorted... I knew that I was in for a ride. I wondered if they could sense something was off about me and all kinds of paranoid thoughts started to fill my mind.
So I decided to retreat into the woods to be on my own. By that time the sun has set and it was getting dark. Sitting in the woods provided some sort of comfort. It felt like I became part of the woods, truly one with nature. But then people noticed I was gone and started looking for me. I didn't want them to worry, so I returned to the beach. By then the third gram must have started to work, because my vision was filled with patterns. I couldn't see my surroundings anymore. At the same time I felt like I had lost my mind thinking I will never feel normal again.
One of the classmates who wasn't supposed to know, but at that point in time figured out what is going on, stood beside me and asked "You took too much, didn't you?" I agreed and felt nausea creeping up getting stronger and stronger till I couldn't take it anymore and vomited. I still couldn't see anything other than kaleidoscopic, ever changing, colorful patterns.
I remember that I swore I'd never touch mushrooms again. I was convinced that I will spend the rest of my life in an institution, locked into a rubber room, put into a straitjacket. How should I explain this to my parents?
Then a good friend who was part of the tripping crew, but who only took a gram, came along and led me to a secluded place at the beach, away from all the people and the fire. We sat in the sand and he kept on telling me that everything is going to be fine tomorrow. Eventually he convinced me and the paranoia, confusion and fear was suddenly displaced by a feeling I can only describe as enlightenment. I didn't have a clue what I was enlightened about, but that didn't matter. It was the greatest feeling I have felt to that point in my life. At the same time I was so happy and relieved knowing that everything is going to be alright.
I returned to the fire sat down with the others, smoked some good weed and from then on had a beautiful night, enjoying the afterglow of the mushrooms. The feeling of enlightenment accompanied me till the sun came up the next morning.
Of course it wasn't the last time I took mushrooms.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Fridgedoor] 3
#28652943 - 02/09/24 02:22 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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Salvia, 2007 maybe 2008 ish. I'm standing in my dorm room window, it's night, there's a full moon. My window overlooks a courtyard. I think it's maybe a 15x concentration and I've been trying to hit it with no avail. I'm smoking it out of a Vienna sausage can with some tin foil as a bowl. I decide to go for broke and take a huge hit and hold it as long as I can. As I'm holding it, the moon starts to grow in size and center itself in the window. Suddenly, a pink, gelatinous wave starts sweeping across the courtyard, coming right at me. When it hit me, the whole room, my whole field of vision started glitching like a VCR with bad tracking. I couldn't see anything to orient myself but I knew my bed was back behind me to the left so I stumbled that direction until I floped on my bed and rode it out. From there i remember strange closed eye geometry with dull colors like old circus tents and lead paint.
The highlight was the following day, I remember it vividly. How at peace with nature and the universe I was. My first afterglow was the spark that made me fall in love with psychedelics. It wouldn't be many years later until I had my first mushroom trip and so on.
-------------------- Things I've learned so far: Death with consciousness can be boring. Balance is important. Set intentions, not expectations. Sad trips can be helpful as well as challenging trips. Stick with your first dose. We learn more when we listen rather than speak. Be kind. The small moments in life that tend to go unnoticed are sometimes the most beautiful.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Orioncat] 3
#28652959 - 02/09/24 02:34 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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had a weak blotter at a friend's house in summer 2004
then one hit of "matrix" acid in november 04 here
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: epilectric] 3
#28653008 - 02/09/24 03:20 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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Would never forget such experience. The family says I forgot all the hard times growing up in household. Don’t see why dwell of such and it’s not as I forgot them times just choose not have prominent to conscious.
I was excited to try marijuana though I didn’t go out looking for it I knew that would come about sometime and when it did hilarious was it all. A highlight, as friends parents and grandparents were out to ball game three of us took to a corn cob pipe. Couldn’t speak due to laughter which subsided and was pretty far out stoned. What topped it all was when parents and grandparents returned home from game us three had to act like sleeping for be much to late and being stoned to talk to all. So, we lay as quite as can, muffling chuckles and laughter in one room adjacent to a Jack and Jill, bathroom in middle, style home. The grandparents in opposite room. Bit after all settle to bed the grandpa gets up to use toilet. He ripped a big old fart and us three burst up laughing. The grandpa laughed all along, too. Was great relieve for both in few ways.
I always dug art. Much more the humour to cartoons. Calvin and Hobbes, Far Side, the Sunday Funnies all had my interest. Looking at arts growing up I saw that there is something more to the eye and how see. When heard friends offer magic mushrooms and they saying you will see things I was all in. So I scored an eighth. Some friends were trying to catch up with some bags little farther out of reach.
Eat with orange juice. Ok. Plan made for the weekend late afternoon all night camp out to friends field up in some forested hills. We get to camp in forest near the trampoline net tied high up in trees and make way out of forest to munch the mushrooms.
An eighth washed down with juice and the wait begins. No idea what to come about. Visions that’s what I’m told so I begin to look around after we roast a bowl marijuana. And lo and behold, a Christmas tree standing out among other Christmas trees was like no other. My spirits lifted as we witnessing a vision other than normal reality. The trees branches were all limp, hanging down as if whole shape a trumpet flower. All the branches. Walking up to tree and putting hand out to grab the branches and find that this one tree standing with all these other trees with normal, upright Christmas tree branches was actually a limped branch Christmas tree. Puzzled I am to the awareness of such and just then in hillside far behind the Christmas trees a big, smiling face made present to much the whole hillside. And there it all began.
Exact order to details bit scattered as with seven high school boys, friends who drink with each other and some share their marijuana, much was happened to the evening come.
Some highlight.
CD Player to the Best of the Doors was groovy sound to be listening to as walk about the truck lanes beside forest ain meadow. Remember looking down at that time and seeming taller than ever as standing atop a skyscraper. My clothes all textured highlighted and the ground of pixel like imagery.
Upon coming to a meadow, the tan colored grasses had what looked as heat Vapors of the tips all much to the shape of mushrooms stretching a foot or more above every strained of grass. I began to run through the field with arms outstretched for was much excitement.
Some of us found a place in field to smoke some marijuana and sitting there more visuals kept rolling in. The forest trees looked as reaching for us in lite sway of winds breeze. The detail to texture of fine reoccurring pattern of the e. vergreen. A plane flew over head and left a big lite violet trail behind it as could clearly see the air break around the flying plane.
We made way back to where we ate the mushrooms and smoked more marijuana. Three of us passing the pipe left a trail of fire red in shape of triangle as we eached took puff to pass between us three.
We proceeded into the camp site where the boozers had set up fire and were well to there alcohol beverage. Two of the mushroomed were sick; one it tent and one outside laying there in agony. I sat washing in the darkness but far from fire watching this tree branch horizontal over head melt this droplets of neon colors spratically from branch.
Bummer now, for me, no, no. Why were the sick sick? Consciousness. So, those two kids, one being a kid whose land were on and the other lives not far from and both from very Mormon family and whose to show up to camp? Two fathers to the two sick boys.
The story goes, I honestly told my mother about camping out to friends spot and she sure got wind of excitement, can’t pull a trick on a better trickster of those ages, so, honesty always was peace. But, these two boys, one whose land were on, told their parents they going to my house and having lied easy enough that was found with their parents calling my mother and knowing exactly where we were.
I been baptised Catholic, raised Christian and read the whole book beginning to end third grade summer, yet, how my mother treat her children nothing like what I witnessed. My mother got excited, too, when she saw me beginning to come home all stoned in grass, red eyes barely open. Walking into kitchen one afternoon, I was comfortable as ever stoned doing so, mother says to me, “Bradley, you stoned?” Where I begin to smile for was humorous. Mother says, “you go play with Loren and Presley (dog) in the back yard, I’ll make you something to eat.” Sweet mother would leave my favourite pie in fridge while she was gone on weekend and when friends come over to smoke and such, I never really wanted to share the pie, but I did.
These Mormon parents were speaking evil to the sick mushroomed kids. I couldn’t believe how they were cursing, condemning their very own children. Trying to make sense of it and not really wanting to hear any of them words, as sat watching the tree branch melt I began softly saying out loud, “what the fuck is going on?” Began repeating that gaining in loudness making sure I was heard. Really was getting bit mad as sat cross legged to vision ahead and the bad act of parents to children.
The parents asked that the drinkers and others take off their land and said that my mother knows I’m out here and best come with them. No, no, no. My mother knows I’m out to party and no way in hell am I to come along with that group of what just be one major bummer. The parents and sick kids gone one way. I followed the drunks and couple other boomers.
That was difficult to do. All together we maybe had one flashlight and were walking through evergreen forest kind of knowing where to go. I couldn’t make sight to anything. All was dark camouflage like imagery. This fence gave me the hardest of time. Was little over knee high and some others made way across well, yet, I kept getting near over and spinning around to think as over fence and would walk into fence just to the side of where was. I couldn’t make sense to much at the time. The drunks were speaking their punk attitude about them parents and all.
Eventually we found the cars and was decided to head to Mollala hills well over a dozen miles if not two dozen plus miles from where from, another place we take off to drink all night. We divided up to two cars and drove on. Exhausted I laid in back seat of one car drifting from conversation to music on radio with little thought to that crimping of trip seen earlier.
We get up to the hills at this gravelled opening in big round shape among the hills and trees. Someone thought good to smoke some marijuana. I thought well too as for most nights partying marijuana could crash that party to bed ridden sleep. Sure didn’t do that up on tail end of mushroom trip. The marijuana brought about full scenic enhanced visuals. Whether be pulsating or patterning to those open eyes the happening to it all let sleep be brushed aside. I lay on side and watch the sun rise before we all eventually got up and drove off back to town.
As always, breakfast out at some diner was the protocol to them weekend drunken, stoned party nights. We decide on Denny’s. I didn’t have appetite. I was exhausted and bit lost for words. Mushroomed mind all night to drunken jargon was bit much to try keep up with.
Sitting there at Denny’s table my mother comes walking up to table and says to me ‘come on Brad, let’s get home.”
Nothing much said about the night. My mother very respectful of peace and don’t tilt that for sharp as her eyes is the same of her power to be making change to play through that disrupted peace to her best seen outcome for all if not of benefit to myself, her child, and at times, even to that of her own peace would becoming a burning madness.
Mother a Metal Ox and I Wooden Ox to Chinese Zodiac. Easily seen her sharpness in comparison.
Mother was in love with father and they ran around fields picking mushrooms together. She could tell me a thing or two at that time.
I crashed to bed peacefully that day. And had a fine remaining weekend. Mother never asked anything. I am sure she knew I was mushroomed as she talked to others parents and one couldn’t get away with being on 1/8 mushrooms, child to parents.
Hey thanks for asking write up. I a big mommas boy and see that looking at my mother to this memory very soothing to self, even bit wetness to the eyes.
That same week to painting class high school the teacher had us do a watercolour painting. I tried my best to do that tree beside trees with smile face above land of pixel earth tones and under sky of stars that spun like half yin-yangs.
When showed mother at home she smiled getting an unspoken resolution to that trouble of past weekend.
I was lost in thought to that trip for following weeks sitting in school. Really blew my mind and that was just the beginning to the visionary experience.
Soon to that school year, Foxy Methoxy came to town from Arizona and excited I was to try that one. That one had the visual life at full animation. Most incredible physical visual enhancement I have ever seen and still probably say those words true to this very day have eating a continuous servings of these tryptamines and phenethylamines have gotten to know and loved.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: WhoManBeing] 1
#28653021 - 02/09/24 03:35 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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2 grams of shrooms was like 16 years old, ended up at this youth group Friday night drop in place. It ended up being quite religious and since I had never been there the lady running it was asking for me name and phone number but I thought she was going to call the police on me and I got scared and left. Sat in a park smoking cigarettes by myself for the rest of the night.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: epilectric] 3
#28653050 - 02/09/24 04:07 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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I'm going to count the first time I noticed dream whilst dreaming. At about 7~10 years old. I'll never forget...lol...'entering Jabba's The Hutt's Tatooine Fortress/Palace' ~ nearly simulated tit for tat as was shown in the film 'Return of the Jedi' ~ as the POV from my experience was that of when Luke Skywalker sneaks into the base while everyone (mostly) is asleep...and being like...why isn't everyone asleep? Then kablamo: sweet lucidity ensued, and, simultaneously knowing my body in bed, while mind like dream as hallucination ~ from then on it was game over!
"Hey...wait a second here, I just went to bed, I saw this movie a few days ag- ooohhh......(*gaspless) 'WOAH'. I explored for a few moments before the dream vanished and I found myself awake in bed in awe of noticing what I normally only was aware of ex post facto.
Afterward that event, plus more like that; is when I began a lifelong journey of learning more about psychonautica, experiencing what it means to be a human being not based on some predefined definite limited version as per someone else's musings alone, rather ~ in terms of what a human being can actually *do/act/experience* as indicative of what we're really potentially, yet truly possibly actually capable of.
Via body:mind:environmental awareness as per however sensitively one can be in touch with ~~~ what's in and around us. And, that's both with and or without exo-psychedelics to lend a hand. (luckily, 'the universe smiles upon us' [so to speak]...as we do in fact, have psychedelics growing about almost everywhere of Earth, and, myriad in their forms too. ) Inevitably, without finding much of any true boundary insofar as the psychedelic mind goes, I grew to develop a love affair with reality, and, with that ~ all things psychedelic (and then some).
Okay. So for 'psychedelics trips, as in, ingesting something which this body didn't itself produce, but was 'out there' somewhere...'
My first mushroom trip was while in mid highschool, and, myself & 2 friends split a quarter of dried cubies. They..!!!....who simply wanted to sit inside all night playing video games! I... pleaded with them to all go outside with me so we could all stare at the night sky and muse with one another... I was told: 'alright, maybe in 10 minutes'.
So, I sat.
Simply sat while paying attention to the time as indicated by a digital clock hung on the wall across from where I was positioned. There was a sense of timelessness, and it was wholly relaxing.
Utterly relaxed for those full 10 mins straight... Simply waiting for those 10 minutes pass so (I'd presumed) the 3 of us would all go outside and explore space from upon the ground, lmao.
That intensively concentrated patience, which with mushrooms help, came about as natural, unlaboured; It seemed like an hour or more, but man... was it worth it. 100%. It certainly changed how I'm looking at the things I'm aware of: space & time & form... mostly.
Anywho. On with the trip... 10 minutes passed ~ and my buddies still never went outside! I was flabbergasted...how could they not want to explore? 
... I did though, and I beheld the sky as all around the world as that of spacetime, and shadows played tricks, and I intuitively knew of the morphing landscape as ensued while walking as if infused with manifested hallucinations. I recognized their emptiness, (no substance, but of 'myself [memories]') yet, I was amazed at how hallucination could seemingly be anyways - It was then immediately understood psychedelic trips as within the family of 'dream' -and- as both being naturally psychedelic, and, hallucinatory in nature: illusorily, delusive ~ yet weirdly informative in certai ways. As to what? As to the world in and around me at the same time, what else?
The world shone with a light of a sort, despite it being past midnight. There, yet, knowing if someone not tripping walked by me then, they wouldn't notice what was occurring as only perceivable to mind with respect to 'my' body at the time ~ and~ occurring in an oh so awesome and hyper realistic manner.
Anyways...I went on....I belly laughed until my guts ached, I felt immeasurable joy simply for being alive, and, I wished my friendsd and family could share in the experience too, and for everyone to be as contentedly at peace and happy as I knew myself in the moment then. Knowing that there was always something more than mere appearances alone, Life! Pluralized, into multitudes of magnificent forms ~ !aliveness! ~
It was educative, enthralling, rapturous, invigorating, wonderful, awesome, and downright glorious.  
Eventually, while walking to...*nowhere in particular* (probably a few miles from where I started) with only the light from the stars above, plus an inner glow suffusing the environment around me, and, a few street lights every now & then ~ I simply couldn't help but marvel....At...everything's awesomeness: Everything was working together, it blew my mind in the best possible of ways, ha. The mind of the body the body of nature, of nature: all the plant life, animal life, insect life, and human life [<animals], and then some.
Plus...this sense of understanding myself as inextricable from the rest of the whole of things, and, how a little psychedelic substance, the byproduct of a chemical process from fungi, of all things, could evoke such a beautifully, awesomely, wholly enriching sense of all-connectivity with the already always connectivity of whatever's going on with the present moment.
Anywho. Half way into the trip I came across a suitable 'open field', and, laying on my back, simply stared with the purest wonder, pondering my own existence whilst simultaneously basking in space upon our marvelous little planet... until the sun came up.
Which itself was so moving...ahhh... it was just pure icing, no cake, just icing...
Hahahaha.
A night well spent, indeed.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Rukus] 1
#28653063 - 02/09/24 04:16 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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I was 18 and took 1.5 grams of some random cubes. I took them with 2 friends in their Ohio University dorm room. They had both taken them before so I was kinda counting on them to lead the way but I'd also looked at Erowid pretty extensively. I distinctly remember stepping outside to smoke a cigarette and looking at the clouds which had a purple hue that was not normal. I forgot to keep the door propped open and it locked behind me so I had to call my friends so they could come let me in. I felt very silly and disoriented while trying to communicate with them.
Joe eventually put some headphones on to listen to Floyd and doodle on a pizza box. Around this time Brent started having a pretty bad trip. He had some psychopathic traits that really came to a head later in life but during this trip the mushrooms decided to give him a dose of empathy or something. He started questioning his life choices and regretted being a general prick. It was wild cause I was trying to get a foothold on my own subjective experience while remaining cogent enough to recognize that Brent needed some help. His bad trip eventually escalated to the point where he was trying to pry the screen off his window so he could jump out of it. I managed to deescalate the situation enough that he chilled out.
As unpleasant as it was I learned some very important lessons I've carried with me over the following 20 years. It also really set the bar high for what I could tolerate on drugs. Everything drug induced bad time I've encountered has paled in comparison.
Beyond the purple clouds and the mind/body load, I don't really remember too much about the subjective effects that night since the events really took center stage.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: KevinDontWave] 4
#28653109 - 02/09/24 04:52 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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2012 first trip. HBWR seeds, 6-8 seeds with friends drinking and playing games. Was bliss.
2014, first real trip. Ate 7 fresh subaeruginosa mushrooms with a mate in Melbourne. Everything was splashes of colour. Everything was breathing and warping like crazy. We forgot who we were and became everything. First time I discovered the centrelessness of consciousness.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Northerner] 1
#28653138 - 02/09/24 05:13 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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this thread's got me spores dancing...
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: The Blind Ass] 7
#28653226 - 02/09/24 06:42 PM (4 months, 14 days ago) |
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absolutely totally remember it lsd prob 200 mics purple microdot 1968 I was in grade 12, hanging out with an older university friend that I met at a Gestalt psychology retreat.
we scored on Yorkville ave, from the son of a well known public figure.
I dropped mine immediately, he waited 2 hours, amazing, like being born where I belonged.
He has since passed away, and I often drive by that low rise apartment bldg with rounded balconies where I peaked (while he stayed alone in his bedroom) and remember how we often smoked hash and listened to Jimi Hendrix for hours there and looked at Dr. Strange magazines, and talked about Tibetan Buddhism.
very formative experience all in all.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: redgreenvines] 4
#28654549 - 02/10/24 06:27 PM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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Loving reading everyone's responses. 
The first time I took DMT changed everything.
At home on the couch I loaded up 100mg changa in a bong and hit it long and slow, finished it and lay down. I didn't know to close my eyes then. A square portal opened in the wall and sucked me in. I shut my eyes and instantly it went from being terrifying to amazing bliss, such beautiful colours and shapes, then I opened my eyes again and the world was made out of crazy Lego blocks that were falling around and vibrating like crazy. Then my teeth exploded in my mouth and I could feel all the shards of bone floating around in there. Terrified again I closed my eyes and it all settled back into beautiful shapes falling and crossing in impossible ways. About 20 minutes later I'm telling my wife how insane it was, and that I'm going to do it again. She said "Of course you are."
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#28654586 - 02/10/24 07:05 PM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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I don't think I could ever forget the first time I tripped. It was the first drug my then virgin brain had ever touched, and it changed and set my life on a new course and direction. I won't say the course my life took after that was the best, but I certainly am appreciative I had to opportunity to try mushrooms.
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#28654664 - 02/10/24 08:17 PM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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18 years old, freshman year of college. In the dorm, crazy Russian friend gives me 2c-b. Pretty nervous, knew the trip had begun when another friend waved his hand in front of me and asked "see any trails?" and I saw preserved after images of his hand staccato across a sweeping arc. Went to lie down in my bed and put on Pink Floyd's first album, Piper at the Gates of Dawn (this from when Syd Barrett was the band leader and hadn't completely deteriorated from psychosis). Closed my eyes, and the music took me to outer space and past the planets. Then I looked within my body, and saw my heart start to light up with the most lovely colors and internal radiance, pulsing in rhythm to a beautiful bliss. It was like a door had opened, and there were whole dimensions of joy and delight that I/most of us have been closed off from all our lives. Definitely a Cloud 9 moment.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Blue Cthulhu]
#28654695 - 02/10/24 08:42 PM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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I did cubensis as a 16 year old and it seemed to unlock some other side of me that has stuck until this day
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Northerner] 1
#28654707 - 02/10/24 09:00 PM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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Quote:
Northerner said: "Of course you are."
Of course! 🤣
-------------------- Things I've learned so far: Death with consciousness can be boring. Balance is important. Set intentions, not expectations. Sad trips can be helpful as well as challenging trips. Stick with your first dose. We learn more when we listen rather than speak. Be kind. The small moments in life that tend to go unnoticed are sometimes the most beautiful.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Orioncat] 1
#28654829 - 02/10/24 10:57 PM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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I was 16 in the late 90s when a friend in my neighborhood growing up and I split a hit of L after school. I had been drunk a few times but that's it. Hadn't even smoked ganj yet. They were one of the Phoenix blotter prints. I have no clue what the dose was, but it was enough to give me the beginnings of visuals and a sense of absolute aww in the world. I sat in my bedroom for the afternoon/evening just basking in this new found universe in my mind. Fairly uneventful in the sense I just sat around and didn't do much but watch MTV (back when it was still half decent, before reality shows wrecked it) when I was still listening to grunge and Alternative. I remember the song from Collective Soul "The World I know" coming on and being immersed in it seemingly lasting way more than the 2 or 3 minutes the song was. For whatever reason, thats the most vivid memory from the trip that still provokes an emotional response thinking about it.
All in all, I knew LSD was something I had to try again and thus another acidhead/psychonaught was born on that day.
Not the first trip, but the first time I heard the Dead I was tripping at school with a buddy. When school got out, we got his car and he put on a tape of Aoxomoxoa. Completely blew me away! Fell in love with the Dead, and on that day, a new DeadHead was born! 
I can't pinpoint my first mushroom trip, but I think it was at a small Dead music fest called Autumn Equinox at a place called Wilmers Park in MD. I remember paying a custy price for an eighth but I was also already tripping on acid at the time, so I'm not sure if I'd consider that the first mushroom trip where it was just the mushrooms I was experiencing. Still a great time though, great memories!
Edited by Aiko Aiko (02/10/24 11:03 PM)
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: Aiko Aiko] 1
#28655067 - 02/11/24 07:17 AM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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Mushrooms at 18 but I didn’t know anything of psychedelics. I wanted to see cool shit happen. I was very dark and negative, heavy daily drinker and hardcore atheist. It was fun but nothing life changing in any way. Not a single revelation and I sure could have used some then.
Salvia a couple years later same thing but it freaked me out and wasn’t a good time. I didn’t know how I got into that world, I didn’t know why I was there, and I didn’t know how to get out. Looking back it was showing me I’m not okay following the crowd and I have got to venture out of the box, color outside of the lines, trust my inner intuition (I have only recently learned a lot of my struggles in life have been not recognizing my strong intuition screaming at me. I’m learning much better to recognize this).
Fast forward almost 20yrs and I’ve had some breaks from alcohol and haven’t been a consistent/daily drinker for many years. Breaks from weed as well. Zero desire for anything else as the only other thing I ever tried was meth and we all know how that is with or without experience. I was lucky it didn’t take long for me to give that shit up.
I get big into self help/personal growth and start learning about spirituality. Start meditating, listening to podcast and reading books from spirituality to personal responsibility/ownership, business, finances, investing, mind/psychology, reality theories, been reading the Bible lately, plan to read other religious text,etc…. I start getting all my ducks in a row and practicing some self love/self care.
Then I start learning about psychedelics and now I feel as if I’m being called. Finally get some mushrooms. I’m trying to control everything you know set and setting…. And it’s not going anywhere other than a good time. I’m just trying way too hard to control it all. I finally except this that nothing ground breaking is happening and let it all go. I’m bummed out… and that’s when it all lifted and it hits me. I have total freedom in this reality to do whatever I want. If I truly want it I can have it. I can do it. I can be it…. I was amazed for at least an hour I was overwhelmed with this revelation of total freedom to do whatever it is I wish once I decide and commit as long as it is true to me and my spirit it is mine. I text my wife and told her I feel like I did the day I met her.
That one changed my life and went into many other on going unfolding journeys from there.
These are amazing medicines but in my experience, only when you’re ready and willing to do the work. They’re not magic. They won’t create world peace. Read the arguments here on this board which is about the only place I talk about deep personal shit or beliefs anymore. Because it’s so much better here than social media for example. There’s enough like minded and open minded individuals I can still be open. I’ve had to shut social media out of my life for the most part. Anything that’s not helping or contributing to build my reality better is gone.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: redgreenvines]
#28655069 - 02/11/24 07:22 AM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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redgreenvines said: absolutely totally remember it lsd prob 200 mics purple microdot 1968 I was in grade 12, hanging out with an older university friend that I met at a Gestalt psychology retreat.
we scored on Yorkville ave, from the son of a well known public figure.
I dropped mine immediately, he waited 2 hours, amazing, like being born where I belonged.
He has since passed away, and I often drive by that low rise apartment bldg with rounded balconies where I peaked (while he stayed alone in his bedroom) and remember how we often smoked hash and listened to Jimi Hendrix for hours there and looked at Dr. Strange magazines, and talked about Tibetan Buddhism.
very formative experience all in all.
my dad started tripping in 1968 too. this was the generation that paved the way for us. i wouldn't have been able to tap into it so carefreely at a young age if i hadn't had that background.
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Re: Do you remember the first time you tripped? [Re: epilectric] 1
#28655241 - 02/11/24 10:06 AM (4 months, 13 days ago) |
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It usually takes slow baby steps of alcohol and then weed and then mushrooms or LSD or MDMA. You start to learn about your body and mind and consciousness by warping your perception. You start to learn that perception is relative.
The first few trips are innocent and naïve and you hang out with friends or go to a party. You think drugs are for fun similar to getting drunk. But one day you pass through a door of perception. It is Plato's allegory of the cave. Drugs have way more power than you realized.
The big kicker is when you get the "cosmic joke." You have intuition or download some feeling. It's like God welcomes you or reminds you that you yourself are god. God winks at you. Enjoy your life. Be yourself. Love yourself. Forgive yourself. You are at home wherever you go. Maybe you suddenly realize you have had infinite reincarnations.
Safe travels. Be well.
Edited by Soul Flight (02/11/24 12:58 PM)
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