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miserable cunt Registered: 06/24/06 Posts: 169 |
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Disclaimer: This is a long and detailed account of the events leading up to, including, and following my first psychedelic experience. If you are not interested in such a read, this topic is not for you. For anyone else, please enjoy!
![]() Introduction I’ve been interested in psychedelia before I knew what psychedelia was. I’ve been listening to psychedelic music (primarily Goa trance) and have been looking at psychedelic art since I was pretty young (13). I am now 18 and have learned a lot about psychedelics in the past few months. I was once a very “straight-edge,” anti-drug, pro-prohibition, close-minded person. I believed the lies I heard, I didn’t bother researching past what the media told me, and I thought all drug users were criminals. In the past few months, my perspective has rapidly shifted. I began to do some independent reading on psychoactive substances – and especially the psychedelics – after being exposed to the philosophy of the late, great Bill Hicks. I became interested in “mind expansion” and similar endeavours, and soaked up all the information about various substances that I could get my eyes on. I realized the how ridiculous “The War on Drugs” was, and I broke free from the little mental trap that they wanted me to be in. My last year of high school was coming to an end, and I decided that for reflective, spiritual, personal reasons, it would be the best time to try mushrooms – at least from reading, the most popular, accessible, and user-friendly psychedelic. My cousin P, much older than I (28), has had significant experience with psychedelics and I decided that if I were to do it with anyone, it was going to be him. I contacted him and told him my idea, and the plan was set into motion. What follows details the time before, including, and after my first trip, experienced last Friday, June 23rd. Pre-flight planning, ca. 2 weeks prior to the event My cousin and were just lately becoming close. For obvious reasons (enormous age gap), bonding was quite difficult at an earlier time. Over the past year or so, we began sharing experiences, spending real time together, and developing a close cousin-cousin relationship. Since I am leaving for the summer, I decided to try and arrange something with him before I left. It was decided that we would go up North (French River, in Ontario, Canada) for a two-day camping trip, us only, in the wild, miles away from any civilization. Before the conversation ended, I hinted at the possibility of making it an interesting “trip,” and he picked up on the suggestion and agreed. My school exams finished the week of the trip. I had a day or so to clear my mind and relax, freeing myself from the stresses of the school year. The plan was confirmed and preparations were under way. It was his task to get the mushrooms. I continued reading articles on mushrooms and the psychedelic experience, and I can with much confidence say that I have the “theory” of it all in my head. I was confident in what I was going to do; I had no doubts, no apprehensions or fears. There was no anxious feeling in my stomach, and no cold feet prior to the experience. My “set and setting” were as positive as I could make it, and I was looking forward to an enjoyable, enlightening, uplifting experience. The day before was spent fasting, meditating, walking in nature, and packing – physically and mentally – for tomorrow’s trip. It was all worth it. Friday, June 23rd, 12:00 pm – Baggage Check Brain and bags packed, P came at noon to pick me up. The drive up there was going to be about 4-5 hours. With the psytrance pumping, we talked about various things of interest to us. About 3 hours into the drive, we stopped for a washroom break. He wanted to get Subway, so I followed him in. Although I wanted to fast and try the black currant juice experiment (perhaps not the wisest choice for a first trip), the smell was simply overwhelming and I conceded to eating a 6” bun. After a short “inhalation” joke, (I ate the bun very fast), we hit the road again. On the way, we stopped to pick up some weiners and Roman candles. P had been at the chosen location before, but about 2 years had passed since the last time he was there, so his memory was a little fuzzy. We took a winding dirt road off the main high way (joke of the drive: “It’s easy to get there! Just go straight, turn left after the bridge!), and he effectively ignored me for about 20 minutes as he was racking his brain to find the spot. After much winding, backing up, and detouring, we found our spot! At last, we had made it to our spot… Friday, June 23rd 5:30 pm - Seating … but it was taken! Well, the spot where P normally parked his car was taken. We parked a little ways away and went exploring. We were relieved to find the actual camping spot free. Battling horseflies and mosquitoes, we unloaded the car and established ourselves at the chosen spot. Before I continue, I must explain the breathtaking scenery. We were on the edge of the French River. Across from us, there was a sea of trees rising high. The water was so still that the reflection seemed as real as the actual trees. We were situated on rocks among the trees, and we were totally alone, save for a cottage several kilometres away, in the distance. There was not a cloud in the sky, and the sun had just begun setting behind the trees. The beauty was overwhelming, and we were still sober! We set-up the tent, threw all unnecessary stuff in it, and went looking for firewood. After a nice blaze was going, we threw on some warmer clothing and went for a little walk. There were some nasty rock formations and we wanted to get familiar with the surroundings before “exploring” as planned. There were mosses, shrubs, pine trees, vines, and all sorts of very psychedelic patterns all around us, and we were getting quite excited. Heading back to our base, P asked if I wanted to “eat something,” with a smile on his face. My own grin started beaming, and I nodded. I grabbed the juice out of my bag and he grabbed 5 grams of dried P. cubensis out of his. We divided the mushrooms into four equal piles. It was decided that we would each eat a quarter and get accustomed to the effects before continuing. I was very apprehensive about eating them now that I saw them. All I was thinking was, “They’re gross, they’re disgusting, they’re awful, impossible to get down,” and I’m very squeamish with gross foods. P assured me that it wasn’t that bad, and as soon as they were a little wet, I could swallow them without chewing. I took a deep breath, grabbed a nice fat cap, and popped it in my mouth, followed by some juice. I chewed a bit and swallowed… with no problem! I didn’t taste anything, and although they were terribly dry (the stems were like twigs!), I had no problem eating them. We both agreed that it was a very successful consumption, and we sat down, waiting for the effects. “How will I know when it starts? What if nothing happens? What if I start convincing myself something is going to happen?” Blah, blah, blah. I was firing off a volley of intellectual questions at P, and he just smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll know.” This did nothing to sate my inquiry. About 15 minutes in, the nausea had not started yet, though it was expected. P was playing with a guitar, and simply out of nowhere, a giggle attack floored me. For no reason, I started laughing my ass off. P didn’t help the situation by playing extremely high notes on his guitar. I was incapacitated by the laughter for about 2 minutes. The giggling stopped, but the nausea came in. We looked at each other, and this nausea was the source of many jokes, many burps, and quite some fun before the visuals started. Friday, June 23rd, 6:30 pm, 30 minutes post-ingestion – Ignition Something wasn’t right. Well, that’s not a good way to put it. There was nothing “wrong,” but something was very different, quite unlike it was before. The rocks around us, which used to be just a slight shade of red, were now Mars-red. On the other side, the wind was rustling through the leaves of the trees, and the rustling was just not like it normally was. The best way I can describe it is as such: imagine that the leaves were “censored,” with the fuzzy blocks, like they are on TV sometimes. We both noted the effect, and were in general consensus that the mushrooms were starting to “poison us.” At this point we decided to start our exploration of the area. We were “walking on Mars,” and everything started to stick out and become extremely detailed. Moss was growing on the rocks, and the detail of the observation was breathtaking. The patterns were crafted so masterfully, and it left us without words. As we continued walking, we looked back on the trees on the other side of the lake. The colour was significantly brighter and more defined now, and the whole scene began looking like a painting. The isolated trees near the water looked like painted cardboard cutouts. It was very “cute,” to say the least, and again, the source of many jokes. We were now laughing and pointing everything out. “Total psychedelia, 100% kwas (“acid” in Polish),” we’d say, laughing all the way. It was a very uplifting, positive beginning. A particularly striking visual effect I noticed was on the water. The wind was slightly blowing now, and the water was moving. Normally, one would be able to see the waves moving across the water, getting closer, followed by the next, and so on. Rather, this time, I knew that the water was moving, but instead of flowing waves, they just appeared like standing waves, oscillating in place. It was a very interesting sight, and again, my cousin agreed. 1 hour post-ingestion - Liftoff At this point, it was decided that we would go finish the batch of cubies we had at base. We walked back, now noticing more and more details in the nature around us. We were giddy, laughing, still joking about the trees, and pointing everything out, agreeing on everything. We returned to camp, and downed the last 1.25 grams bringing our dose to 2.5 g each. We were very positive, very excited, and enjoying ourselves very much. “Oh man, I have a feeling this is going to be a great ride,” P says to me, downing the last bit of his pile. The nausea was starting to increase in intensity. I was very good with dealing with nausea, and I was prepared, so it wasn’t so bad, but my cousin wasn’t looking so great. Luckily, he didn’t puke, but again, even the “worst” part of the experience resulted in a lot of laughs. “Oh fuck, you’ve poisoned me!” We began walking the other way, but we were markedly less “excited,” in the sense that we weren’t pointing every little thing out. It changed from, “That’s psy, that’s psy, that’s psy! Oh, that’s psy too!” to, “Okay, now everything is psy.” We had huge smiles on our faces, and were starting to get enveloped by the new world. The sounds we were making now started to take on their own unique characteristics. Walking on moss was a trip all on its own. I had a bottle of water in my pocket, and the sloshing sound it was making sounded like it was coming from the lake. I thought on several occasions that there was a beaver or something playing around in the water below me, but the sound was just coming from my pocket. All nature was now breathtakingly beautiful. The setting sun was streaming through the trees, and each ray was like a bright, piercing diamond, glittering brightly, encompassed by a rainbow halo, filling my vision with brilliance. If I were to look away, the image would be burned into my head, and the diamonds would sparkle in my vision anywhere I looked. Eventually, we decided we didn’t want to walk any further for fear of disturbing the setting, so we turned around and started walking back to base. 1.5 hours post-ingestion - Silence At this point, euphoria had silenced us both. Walking back the way we came, the landscape was virtually unrecognizable. Colours, shapes and patterns we didn’t notice were jumping out at us. Psychedelic sounds were all around us. I could hear everything now. The nausea was a distant memory. I felt like I was on the moon. My legs were light and wobbly, and if I looked up at the sky, I would fall over. The entire scene looked to be out of a fairy tale. I was in Alice’s Wonderland. I always loved forests, but this was magical. We returned to base, and re-started the fire. At this point, I’d like to say that what I liked the most about this is that I was in full control of my mind. I was not impaired in any way. I had no desire to do anything stupid or harmful, I was in full control of my thoughts and I was experiencing no memory problems. Indeed, as a testament to this fact, I can recall the entire trip with extreme detail. In the fire pit was a little stone that looked like an alien’s head, and I really tripped out on that. The fire wasn’t as trippy as I thought it would be, disappointingly, but the smoke was interesting. I went to grab a drink from a backpack/cooler, and the sounds melted my mind. The zipper, the sloshing of water and ice, the movement of the bag against the ground, was unlike anything I had imagined. I finally began understanding the sounds used in psytrance and why they were used. They weren’t just trying to trip you out, they were trying to convey what the psychedelic soundscape was like in and of itself! At this point, my body was very heavy, and I was surprised at how euphoric I was. I mean, I read effects listed indicating “mood lift,” but this was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, or expected. We decided to sit down and just look around. I let my body collapse to the ground, and I looked at my surroundings. I was on Mars, looking at an alien head, with tongues of fire emitting smoke that looked like it was still (literally painted in the sky). The sun was beginning to set, and the red hue over the landscape was pronounced. The trees on the other side were like flowing milk. P looked at me and we both knew we were experiencing the same thing. The horseflies were no longer a bother. We sat here for about half an hour, without speaking, before making our way down closer to the river. 2 hours post-ingestion – The Peak P found a nice spot on the rock that made a perfect spot to lie down. The rock literally hugged you. He lied down and said, “Oh man, this is perfect. I’m going to let you sit – actually, it’s your weekend, so you can have this spot. I can find another.” I lied down where he was, and indeed, the rock took me in. My body eased into place perfectly. From this point on, it’s very difficult to describe what I was experiencing, but I knew without a doubt that this was the climax of my psychedelic experience. I was lying on this rock, and I felt and heard everything. My right arm was on the rock, and my left was in some grass, and the feelings of the two were marked and unique. My breathing and yawning (I found that I was yawning a lot) were psychedelic, trip-out sounds in their own right. Sounds echoed across space, and I felt like I was floating. At this point, the ego-loss kicked in. By the “level” description, my entire trip only reached Level 2, but the “Level 5” ego loss was quite apparent. I felt the oneness of everything. Space and time were completely distorted. Although I later realized that our fire was only a few feet away, as I watched it burning it seemed to be kilometres away. For the first time I noticed the “tracers” as I moved my hand through the sky. The pure blue sky appeared pinkish, and it had a very strange texture on it. It appeared to be composed of a million diamonds changing shapes and patterns. The trees were beyond description. The entire scene was overwhelming. I don’t know how long I was like this. It was probably only 25 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. The beauty and unity of the Cosmos captured me, and left the Self behind. After “talking to God”, I decided to close my eyes to see if I could experience any closed-eyed visuals. I saw some interesting stuff, but it wasn’t as powerful as I thought it would be. Blue, green, and red orbs danced in my vision. I saw a kaleidoscopic effect, a pyramid-like structure, a mantis-like figure, and the last CEV I saw before opening my eyes was a spine floating and waving in the air. The CEVs were just a little disappointing. I heard P say something to me, so I turned around on my belly and looked up to where he was lying. Again, it seemed like he was kilometres above and away from me. He was saying something about the sky, and I just agreed with a slight “Yeah…” My own voice seemed alien to me. He responded with a laugh, “Yeah, fuck off, leave me alone, I’m trying to enjoy this! Hah, I know what you mean, man!” Again, it was a very positive, loving atmosphere. I looked up at the rock face and it flowed and rose. An impression in the rock face looked like a fetus. Beside me the rock dipped a bit, and it appeared to drop hundreds of feet down. The sun was setting behind a streak of white cloud that looked like spilled milk. The texture was, again, indescribable. I looked across to the trees again, and they were completely melted together. I experienced no “breathing” effects, sadly, but the reflection of the trees and the trees themselves were one. A beautiful, spilt-milk design of flowing paint, pink and green and alive, filled my vision. Focus diverted to my hands. They were above me, and feeling very, very cold. It felt like they were a part of the rock, and separated from me. I focused on this awhile, and I couldn’t quite grasp the alienated feeling. I decided to lift my hand and let it drop, and the sound it made was a very hollow, echoing sound, like the rock were empty. I started drumming away and entranced myself to the sound. I found that I could change rhythm and beat without a problem. Time signatures flowed, and I had no restriction on the creative force that went into the drumming. There was no hesitation – I simply did. I don’t know for how long I did this, but it was definitely unlike any creative experience I’ve ever had. Something wasn’t right. Ah, it was time to pee! I stood up (with much laboured effort) and went to the water’s edge. I experienced some true hallucinations at this point. I started urinating along the rock, and the urine flowed down and into the water. That’s fine, that’s what’s supposed to happen, but wherever else I looked, the same thing was happening. The entire rock had liquid flowing down it, starting at my feet and flowing out into the water. It wasn’t like some dreamy “it’s so obvious it’s a hallucination,” visual, either! It looked very, very real. I turned around and looked at some trees close to me, and they started bending as I turned my head. Yet another very “real” hallucination. The final “true hallucination” that I saw was on the water. You know how when a water drop falls into water, it makes a wide ripple effect, but no so much of a splash? Well, that’s what I saw, all over the water. Very large, ever-expanding ripples all over the mirror’s surface. It was so real, I didn’t want to believe I was hallucinating. I thought maybe insects were playing on the water, but it was definitely the psilocin at work. I wanted to convey this to P, but he was tripping out on the sky and I did not want to disturb him. Of the entire peak, the only “negative” occurrence was the passing of a very loud train. Conversation later on would reveal that we were both a little frustrated by the train, and we both wanted to communicate this fact, but we knew the other was thinking the exact same thing. 3-3.5 hours post-ingestion – Coming Down I will stray from the trip description momentarily and comment on a realization I had afterwards. The trip was so beautiful for both me and P because we were experiencing the same things at the same time. Very little had to be said because conversation became superfluous and unnecessary (and eventually required way too much effort). It would not be as enjoyable if we were experiencing radically different things, but we weren’t, and this complemented the feeling of unity experienced during the peak. To follow on that note, without saying a word to each other, we got up and took the 5 step journey uphill back to base (though it seemed much, much farther away). I knew that I was coming down, and we started chatting again. The control over my legs was returning, and the realization of Self was also back. We peaked at dusk, and the night was now falling on us. We started the fire again, and began chatting about our experiences. P’s pupils were huge, and he confirmed that mine were as well. The yawning was still strong, although the “shroom burps” had passed. The sounds of nature were now background music, but what a soundtrack it was! The low, droning hum of toads in the distant underscored the periodic chirping of birds across the lake. The stars were starting to come out now. A light in the distance – probably someone else’s fire – was bright with a “star-like” effect around it. It appeared as the Star of Bethlehem appears in art, and it was a reassuring sign that I was still tripping. I looked up at the stars and my mind was blown. The entire sky was slowly spinning, and each star was a brilliant point of sparking light. They seemed close enough to pluck out of the sky. I was lost in this scenery for a good 5 minutes before returning to “reality.” P and I eagerly discussed our experience, and he was glad that I experienced it the way I did. “Welcome to the real world. You are one of us now. You have seen how far the rabbit hole goes.” Many laughs were shared, and an unspoken, intimate bond was formed at that time. 4 hours post-ingestion – Dangerous when Wet The fire died down, and it was time to end this trip with a truly significant event. We walked back to the car, jumped in, and started driving to the end of the road. The drive itself was yet another completely unique experience. We were driving at the breakneck speed of 10 km/h, with the long beams on. The shadows melted away from the light, dancing before fading completely. We stopped in a clearing away from the neighbouring cottage and turned on a favourite psytrance set of ours (The Irukandji Syndrome – Dangerous When Wet, if you’re interested). I had never experienced music under the influence of any sort of drug, and I was very excited to hear what this would be like. We cranked the system, opened up the car, and laid outside, under the Milky Way (also a first for me), now clearly visible in the night sky. I cannot describe how the music was different, but it was most definitely, irrefutably different. And not only different, but it was most definitely, irrefutably better. The entire set seemed completely new. New sounds were heard, old sounds were experienced in a different light, the beat was infectious and driving. It was all-encompassing and overwhelming. The stars danced and spun above me. Shadowed trees melted into each other and took on new shapes, vibrating around their edges synchronously with the beat. I was sad when it finished, but glad that I had experienced a totally new side of the music I so love. “So, to answer your question, is music different when high?” “Just a little.” With the set finished, we drove back to base. 6 hours post-ingestion – Approaching Earth There is not so much to say at this point. My reference light mentioned earlier was still different than it should be, but it was not so pronounced as before. I was starting to feel fatigued, and I could feel reality slowly creeping up on me. The alien head in the fire was looking like a rock now, but the fire was dancing in a way it didn’t before. We fired off the Roman candles to celebrate the experience, and inhaled some fire-roasted Oscar Meier wieners (not the best choice of campfire food, but that’s all the store 300 km away from civilization had). I knew I was still tripping because the sound of the fire being extinguished sounded very wide, deep, and hollow and the aforementioned light was still different, but we decided to go to sleep anyway. It was very cold outside, so P opted to go in the tent, even though I was quite capable of sleeping outside under the stars in my -40 degree Celsius rated sleeping bag. Nonetheless, we quickly fell asleep, although at the onset of sleep, something very interesting happened. P was moving around in his sleeping bag, and I thought that the sound was coming from outside, so I hit him awake with a bit of paranoia saying, “Listen, there’s someone outside! Someone is coming here!” He responded with a tired, “Dude, you’re still tripping, relax.” In fact, I was still tripping, and there was no one out there, and upon this confirmation I fell asleep immediately. Saturday, June 24th, 11:00 am – Hangover Although I have never experienced an alcohol hangover, I do believe that, from anecdotal evidence, the morning after mushrooms is the exact opposite. I awoke feeling refreshed, energetic, calm, peaceful and happy. The “afterglow” was definitely apparent. Everything was just a little bit more detailed and interesting than it had been Friday morning. I felt very good about myself, and I was overjoyed to discover that I had crystal clear recollection of the events of the night before. P felt the same way. We took a dip in the river, cleaned up camp, and hit the road, Shpongle pumping, our third eyes pried open just a little bit wider, with a life-long memorable experience to share. Post-trip Reflection Well, I took the red pill, but there’s no Agent around to plug me back in. The experience, although only “Level 2,” was significantly “spiritual,” and definitely life-changing. I feel more at peace with myself and the world. New realizations about myself - and the world - are springing up. Art, nature, music, and sound are not quite the same anymore. I do not have a strong desire to jump into the psychedelic world again, but I know I will definitely take another trip, sometime. I believe that the beauty and unity I experienced on that rock should be available to everyone, at least once, and that the prohibition of psilocybin/psilocin-containing mushrooms is a joke. It is as if one were to say, “From now on, no looking at the sky! Anyone caught looking at the sky will be fined. Fines are double for looking at the sky at night!” I feel very privileged to have experienced the “illegal, mind-fucking drug” that I did, and I would encourage everyone to become educated properly - not lied to – about psychedelic drugs. I will still work towards my established goals, and live my life the way I have been living it, but that path of life has been widened, just a little, and that illusion of Self diminished, just a bit. If you have made it this far, I thank you. I hope you have learned something from my trip. The psychedelic experience was unlike anything I thought it would be. Words simply cannot describe the impressions that fill one’s mind when in that world. It is a highly personal experience, and no one’s writing can offer a satisfying description of what “psychedelia” really is. If there is one thing I can say, I can say this: “It simply is.” Safe tripping, everyone! P.S. Here are some pictures of some of the psychedelic patterns we saw. I don't know why my cousin didn't take a picture of the lake and trees, though. It's really unfortunate that I can't share that with you all, but enjoy what we have, it's quite good. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() In this last picture, I am sober, but that, and the picture above it, was the spot of my peak.
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![]() it's suprising how natural the experience actualy feels when you expect to be blowen into strange lands and encounter strange things... i was talking to a friend last night and she's thinking about smoking weed but she's worried about the effects. she's worried she might not be her self and that "the drug" will somehow take over her creative side and whatever happens later she wouldn't feel responsible for! (she's a painter and she told me she was afraid to paint under the influance) so i explained to her that the only thing weed (and indeed any drug) dose is effect YOUR mind and the result is STILL YOU! no matter what you do you can't escape your self and no matter what i'll do i can't figure out what's inside of you... she found that reassuring (i wouldn't... it's kinda frustrating actualy, but i guess that's what death's for) anyway... sounds like you had a great time and indeed a very warm and welcoming introduction into the world of psychodelics ![]() there's alot to learn for these expiriances and you should strive to transfer that knoledge back into sobriety whenever you can... mushrooms as you probably know by now are'nt supposed to be taken purly as recriation! enjoy and be safe! and welcome to the shroomery
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