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Offlinejackeheart
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Registered: 10/02/07
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Loc: Nevada City, CA
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Trip where I saw higher reality of friends.
    #7479448 - 10/03/07 12:33 AM (16 years, 3 months ago)

Finally I sat down to tell this story of my Mushroom trip. Turns out its long, but It covers my trip thoroughly so if you have a few, or 20 minutes of your time, you might enjoy it.

First of all I have done Mushrooms 5 times across 2 years. The only other Entheogen taken is a small dose of DMT, which just made me euphoric. Secondly, I call them Entheogens because I barely hallucinate, at least, not like stories I hear (not to compare, but you know.) My next post will be my trip at BM where I did see the clouds swirl a lot, and patterns on things for about an hour, but it was all very subtle. A brief note about that trip, trip number 5. I took 6.5+ Grams, was by myself, and watched the Burn, wandered around the playa and succeeded at not puking. It was amazing. So I would not say I am experienced, but at the same time I did take 6 grams in a huge crowded event at night, which goes against advice I was once given.

This post is about my third trip. It was over a year ago in May 2006. I was about to graduate from Academy of Art University with a BA in Motion Picture and TV. After 4 years, a rough program, growing and changing from living in the big city for the first time, a protest, and my first experience with drugs and alcohol, I was a very confused person. Additionally I was having a rocky relationship with my current live in girlfriend. Because of the positive effect the last 2 mushroom trips had on me, I had decided that sometime after my last class and before my graduation ceremony I would take some more mushrooms. School was rough and I was not really digging on the whole go down to LA and make commercials and music videos thing. I really wanted to be a teacher in some way. I thought maybe if I take mushrooms and focus on my life while I was tripping, maybe I could figure things out. The past 2 trips were very cerebral and I consider myself a thinker. Basically I took the spirit journey shamanistic approach that I hardly knew much about. The info I had received about shrooms was limited to friend’s first hand experience and erowid. Nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen. But upon reflection I think that I was supposed to be so unprepared.

So I found a hookup that was spur of the moment as I have come to find that drugs like this usually find you. Infact now that I have a regular source, I feel like only partaking if they genuinely come my way.

The night before my trip something really dramatic happened. My friend told me some majority messed up stuff about his father. Lets just say he found something on his computer that was very wrong. My friend who I admired seemed so strong to me, started crying and I didn't know what to say. The next day, he was my sitter, my guide, my God (actually there were several god like spirits that day to help me, but I will get into that later.) For the sake of names I will call him C.

The dose I took was 3.5g of dried P. Cubansis. Or, as I knew of at the time, an eighth of Mushrooms. I took them at about 2pm with strawberries. Generally I don't like edible mushrooms, so the dried ones are even more putrid to me, not unbearable but the red fruit helped. We were right in front of San Francisco City Hall while sitting in the grass. Perfect way to start. The things I had with me were: Clothes, Cell phone, a silly hat I wanted to ware because I thought it made me look cool, sun glasses because I was a bit paranoid, my iPod Shuffle with music I had prepared to listen, just in case I felt like it, and a little fold out wooden pipe (but no dope). I had a little food in my stomach, but not much. There was another being there, who also helped me during my trip, a mutt who did not need a leash, who I will call Dog. Seriously, Dog did not need a leash; he was like one of the guys. They took him all over the city (except on the busses) without a leash and have never been busted for it. You will hear much more of Dog's abilities later.

A note about C and his dog, and I mean this in no way to criticize or belittle them; I just want it to be clear about who they are. C had it hard, a history of abuse, homelessness and heroin. Dog was not only a mutt, but also a stray. C was his part owner (mommy he joked) with another guy who was even more messed up then C. Though I normally don't associate with people like them, I would never trade my friendship, my love for C for anything.

So we started walking with a destination of Dolores Park in mind. C had planned to meet some people there for an after noon hangout; get some beer and enjoy the sun. It was an absolutely beautiful day. One of those early summer warm days with a light cool breeze and sparse clouds in the sky. After about 10 minutes it started to kick in and I was having the time of my life walking down the streets of SF with C and Dog. We stopped at the Safeway in Castro so C could get a sandwich. There was no way I could go in so I sat with Dog on the edge of a huge planter. There was the first time saw some minor patterns on the cement ground. It was cool, but I was not really that impressed.

We progressed and I was talking a bit about work and school with C. This is where I told him I really wanted to be a teacher of some sort. I can't recall much else about what was said along the journey but I was totally tripping on the progress. This always happens, I become very aware of what we have created as a human race. I am astonished greatly at the architecture, streets, busses, stoplights, the aesthetically pleasing strategically placed palm tress. When I am on mushrooms I really dig that sort of perception and have been able to carry it on to my normal conscious perception.

While we were walking I had one of my first experiences in synchronicities. Another way of putting it was I began to suspect that there was no such thing as a coincidence. A friend called me to ask about a class at the Academy called "The Power of Myth and Symbols." I told him to take it, as it was the best class I took outside of all the technical courses. To this day I use things from that class. And in a way, the trip I was about to have dealt with issues we discussed.

As we got to the park I was in a very good mood and had that mode of loving everybody around me. But I kept cool and just chilled with my friend. The grass looked really cool to me, like a huge sea waving in the wind. I would call this a hallucination, one of my best, but again subtle. We found a cozy spot on the west hill, just south of the top of the center steps. If you know the park, there is a really awesome tree there, which I was glad to be near. We sat and C ate his Sandwich. Dog did something really funny where I thought he was acting like a human. He was begging but C would not give him anything. Then Dog turned around and sat directly in front of him, but with his back facing C. He started looking back with contempt, glancing lightly and then whipping his head back, mocking C. He even made quiet but rude barks, like a kid throwing a temper tantrum. I had never seen a dog act so human before. Finally C tossed him the second half of his lunch, but only because he just had some dental work and the bread was too hard for his teeth.

A girl showed up, S. She was really cool, one of those serious Valencia street cyclist dressed all in black. C immediately told her I was on Mushrooms and she was thrilled. For the whole afternoon I spent with her there was a slight smile on her face aimed towards me. She talked a little about her experience but it consisted of simple "having a good time" psychedelic banter.

Then I started getting sick. I never did enjoy much of the physical experience while on mushrooms and it was coming on real hard. I could feel my insides churning and knew I was about to puke. Though I heard of this experience, I never thought it would happen to me. I had to go over the hill and stood away from everybody on the valley carved out for the MUNI train. I threw up and tasted the strawberries and gross shrooms, yum. For months I couldn't eat strawberries because of this. Then I sat and the sun was shining so beautifully in that moment. I was actually very content (especially since I had just expelled poison my body rejected.) I went back to our spot and C later told me he did not know I puked, he just thought I was tripping and needed to get away. Upon my reflection I think it needed to happen that way. People call it purging and I am glad I had that happen once. It made me really aware of my body and I think that is why people throw up. The drug activates a sort of higher awareness, which includes your own body. You are faced with the strange activities of your intestines and they are disgusted and become nauseous. Though, it could be the type as other people have suggested.

R showed up. Another guy who dressed all in black, and looked like he just woke up and threw on his bike gear. These people were not hipsters, at least in my eyes. We moved down the grass to where it was sunnier. Did I mention it was a beautiful day? Well these sort of days tend to attract a lot of people at his particular park. It was very crowded. And there were families and kids down at the BBQ/Jungle Gym area. And the DOGS! It is a dog park and on that day there were so many dogs, more then I have ever seen since. I was admiring that all the dogs were big, beautiful, pure bred. A lot of brown and golden haired dogs. This one stuck out in particularly as being extra radiant. It was as if I could observe the "purity" of the breeds. All the dogs were mingling (and the humans for that matter, in fact one of C's intentions was to meet a girl.) But Dog was the center of attention, the life of the party. They all followed him. He is a medium sized dog nearly half the size of the other canines, with that spotted dark brown short hair coat you see in a lot of mutts. C put on an orange leopard bandanna around his neck. I was amused. They all had such personality and I had never seen dogs that way before.

Now I was really starting to feel sick. So sick I was starting to feel like I was going to die, is the best way to describe this. Later I found this a common experience, but at the time, I had no clue what was going on and had the delusion that my body was shutting down. But it was not just my body, it was my surroundings. I felt desolate like there was nothing in the universe. I did not leave my body or anything like that, I was still aware of things around me, but it all appeared faded, shallow and I suspected this was what happened when you die, that it is not just about your body, but about your perception of reality. S and R were sitting next to me and trying to chitchat. S started inquiring me about my Degree. "What sort of things can you do with that?" I replied with something like "Not much unless you want to sell out." She asked, "how much did it cost? " My reply, "about 100K" Another question, "what sort of things did you learn?"

I am glad she asked me these things while I was 'dying.' After that last question I just told her "I am sorry, I can't really think right now, I am tripping real hard." She understood and just sat and enjoyed the moment and the sun. Actually I was thinking I needed water. I walked over to the fountain near by which took an eternity. I thought I was going to fall over dead as I walked. I thought how pitiful for this kid who just got a BA to die from tainted mushrooms he got from his shady friend of a friend. I made it back safely, not as dehydrated. I pulled out my cell phone and looked at how pitiful it was. I tried to turn it on, but it kept dying, the batter was done. I scoffed at its cheap aspects, always desiring a better (more expensive) phone. Eventually I stopped playing with it. Also I was feeling real uncomfortable with my sunglasses so I took them off for the rest of the trip. My mind was going to a bad place and I was scared shitless. I tried to remind myself that it was the mushrooms, but I was still scared that I was about to die. My friends seemed distant and the city seemed so small like a toy. I kept thinking about my family, my friends, my girlfriend and how I was about to loose them. The trip was unfolding in my mind and I can say without a doubt It was the most horrifying moment in my life up to that point.

But C's presence was important. He was my friend because he was teaching me about how to let go and just enjoy life, something I never really did before. I was a well-mannered staple to society who was polite and friendly but could easily get caught up in my own worries. So to counteract my fear I started thinking about the philosophy death. About what I knew and was learning from C and his friends. I started to think that I needed to accept death. That is when it all came crashing down, my paranoia was almost immediately lifted. In my mind I thought, "So what if I die? I just have to embrace it like anything else in life, like another step. And this probably is the mushrooms." Upon reflection this was what I needed to learn, to truly accept death. It could happen at any moment and I must enjoy life and live it to the fullest, to have fun and learn and grow and change and create.

Now the trip was turning into something amazing and my mind was revealing a plethora of knowledge and new ways of seeing things in a very short period of time that felt like eternity. My mouth begun to spew out my thoughts to my very understanding and accepting friends. And they were not even that close of friends. I had only hung out with R and S a handful of times in social gatherings, not like C. I spouted things like nothing really matters and that life is all a joke. That people think everything is so important and that they base it on their silly made up morals. What I had considered as right and wrong was quite the contrary. Like doing drugs, or drinking in the park, or downloading music, or walking in the grass, or having a dog on a leash, or speaking your mind, or standing up for something you believe. My whole life these things had been pounded in me as being wrong. Those boundaries came crashing down.

There was this strange sound I began to hear. People have described audible hallucinations, which could be what this was, but I interpreted it as something completely different. As I said before you become much more aware of things and I felt I was becoming aware of the sound of the planet. It was a large deep metallic wave that seemed to be coming from all directions at once. But it was distant, not like it was in my head. I was hearing it as we were walking to the park, but now it became more intense and I was much more sensitive to its song and it calmed me.

Some really amazing things started to happen. I am going to explain this part as if it really happened this way. R and S had huge big smiles on their faces and stared at me with amazement behind their sunglasses. They were no longer who I had thought they were. Slowly they started revealing to me non-verbally that they were beings that were here for me, to watch me go through this amazing spiritual experience. They agreed with me that it was all a joke and to look at life as nothing really matters. Mostly I began to realize life is what you make of it. I saw what I call their higher spirits, who they really are underneath the social reality of R and S, and they no longer had names. They were like demigods to me, guiding me through this. They offered me a beer. And it was like they were waiting for me to really just let go. Additionally more people started to show up at the park. More dogs were playing all around us. And the sun was shinning right down upon us.

"So I think I need to do something. Like I think I am going to leave and I don’t know if I am going to come back,” I told them. "I don't know what will happen, but I feel like..Like I am going to leave and not come back." R said. "OK" I said, "So you guys are OK with that, I mean I could leave and not come back, and you may see me, but I will be different." R and S just snickered lightly and R said "You just got to go with it man." Best advice to give a tripper I think. So I sat there and lay down and let go. I was thinking I needed to go back to that spot by where I threw up because it was so peaceful. But I decided to sit back and relax right there next to them. So I lay down and relaxed. Then I sat up and took a few sips and popped.

I jumped up and started shaking the bottles in my hand and yelled real loud "EVERYBODY SHOULD DO MUSHROOMS!" I said this a few times. Nothing mattered by then and I was about to leave that place. What I would now call 'transcend.' I think my outbursts were also because I am not one to make a scene. I used to stay calm and even judge silently people who laughed to loud in the theaters, or yelled things at concerts. This outburst was very cathartic, like I could do anything, that I could speak my mind loudly. I needed to do that to let go, to just go wild. This continued with some strange things that I was embarrassed to tell people for a while, but now just laugh about it.

"Everybody should do mushrooms, everybody!" I continued saying. All along I could tell everybody was looking at me. But it didn't matter. The thoughts I had about R and S had melded to everybody and everything (i.e. the dogs). They were all looking at me and laughing because they knew I was letting go, like they were there to show me it was OK to go wild and be free. "It doesn't matter! Nothing Matters! Look at me, My Name is Brandon, I will...I will do good!" A part of me had felt like people did not see that I had good intentions, which is why I said that. Also as silly as it seems I said, "Give me money! I will do good" of all the things I did and said and thought, this I 'regret' the most, but eh, what ‘a ya gonna do?

I am just glad I did not take my cloths off. When I later told my mom about this, she said, "I would have."

Once I had made my statement, my sublime outburst that I felt the world needed to hear, I snapped back to diving head first into the my journey. The atmosphere was entirely different now. As I said all the beings present were guiding me. But the environment was something unworldly that is very hard to explain. Everything looked the same, the green grass, the blue sky, the stylish SF fashion, the buildings in the distance, but my perception was severally altered. Almost like a dream and a fantasy. Mostly though, I saw it as a ritual people go through, like passing through a gate into a different realm. The outside world did not exist to me anymore, I was in a new higher dimension and was about to do something amazing, something I felt others had done, like R, S, C all the people present and even Dog. But I still had not truly let go.

My perception was now aimed toward something I call a 'point' in the physical world. I needed to find this point so it would set me fee. Dog was right around me now and almost playing with me. (Later when I read Carlos Castaneda's, The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge, I related so much to the part when he first hallucinates and plays with the dog.) Dog was running around me and I kneeled down and I embraced him because I thought he was the point I needed to find. And it made so much sense to me, I saw him as a god, or even the highest almighty god who was there in form of this tormented fun creature. Then I fallowed with my hands to his bandana and I thought THAT was the thing I needed, like a sacred trinket. So I relaxed knowing I would need to abandon my conjoined body. I fell to the ground but was not satisfied.

Then Dog, the god he was, started to hump me in front of everybody. I actually don't remember this, but I do remember people laughing. C told me about this later. Now I feel this was also part of the learning experience. That we are all just silly animals with instinct to reproduce, but that we have reached a point where we can understand it and laugh about it, and not see it as something so taboo. I hope that is not too much analyzing.

I stood up and said something like "Oh I get it, its about the matter." My mind was beginning to see that all matter was made up of the same thing, that we are all just atoms and molecules (or strings and partials if you are into that) Weaving in and out of a beautiful matrix. I think this has to do with the 'point' I was looking for. Like the smallest unit of the physical realm. In fact I thought that I could reduce myself into a smaller and smaller unit until I was nothing, and only then could I transcend.

As I was standing again and searching I saw a woman, a complete stranger. I went up to her and was smiling brightly but she looked so surprised. I saw her as this mother figure, and thought she was god now. Luckily she had a good attitude about it and just smiled as I almost grabbed her. I am sure she was there for my outburst so I think she realized I was not going to hurt her. I think I touched her face then fell again and got back up, still not knowing how to let go.

Now I was about to approach what I call my third, and last, phase of 'collapsing.' Everything was so intense and the 'point' I was following was myself this time. I felt it right above my eyes; perhaps you could say where my third eye is. I felt as if in my mind that was where I could fallow the point, wherever this took me. As I said before I felt like all present were comforting me and I started to hear "shhhhhh" from all around me. Like everybody was calming me and letting me know that the time had come, that I was going to really let go. The shushing was intense and still echoes in my mind. C told me he didn't hear this. I thought maybe one person could have been shushing me to be quite and calm down. But I heard it as if many were shushing me, telling me everything was going to be all right and I could now move internally in my mind to that point. So I did, I really let go of everything. I accepted whatever was going to happen and I let go of all my worldly possessions, my schedules, my worries. My friends and family, I didn't care what they thought. My future did not matter and all my mistakes I was holding onto disappeared. I released my mind from my body and fell to the ground. I thought I was going to fall into some vortex, some intense pit of transcendence. I lay on the ground and it was very quiet, I could not hear anything and the shushing subsided to emptiness.

But nothing happened. I just lay there on the ground and started to here people laughing. It was then I realized that I was still alive and that I could not transcend, that I needed to stay alive in this moment. To continue my life in this strange body, on this strange planet. It was almost instant that I realized this. I got up and then C finally came to my rescue. I would guess that from the time I started yelling to this, only about 30 seconds went by. But it felt like eternity and I still remember so clearly in my mind that timeless moment. I saw C approach me saying "Now..now hold on a second." He was so great, saying all the right things for what I had just gone through and being calm about it. "Why don’t you come over here and sit in the sun with us." Or something like that he said. I was so happy at that point. I said to him. "You, oh, you, its YOU!" Because now I thought he was the one, he brought me here for this crazy rite of passage. It was almost a year since I met him, and it was like he was leading me down this path to this brand new realization. Now HE was god to me, all others had been just illusions, he was the one.

We went back to our spot and everybody was laughing and smiling. They all thought that what I had done was hilarious. S said, "you were really peaking!" R was just laughing. I didn't notice much about the people around me, but everybody seemed real cool about it. Nobody came up to us; nobody stopped me (leading me to wonder about the reality of my perception of what just happened.) There was a group above us and one guy yelled down something like, "Somebody's Trippin!" C was standing holing a beer in his hand and I looked up at him. He was looking off in the distance and had his hood on, holding it with his hand covering his face from something. Maybe it was the wind, or maybe he was trying to hide, yet keep a look out for cops. I said something like "Wow, man, that was crazy." And he said "ya, Life Part 2. (From Bill Hicks) Now we are going to the moon!" Which I seriously believed and was later disappointed that we did not go to the moon.

As I said I believed I had passed into some other realm and I thought my friends were travelers from this realm and they were going to take me on a new journey. I thought this was how it was done to initiate people, or rather, prepare them. To just go to the park and watch some guy trip balls. I no longer saw them as gods, or the God. In fact that day was a defining moment for me about what god is. I had always been somewhat of an atheist or agnostic. There, I saw that there is no god. Everything in the universe is just one big thing, a timeless event and we take part in it, creating our destiny as if we were god or whatever you want to call it. As far as my transcendence goes, I don’t know exactly what happened, but to this day I do think I may have passed into something new and maybe somewhere there is another me who died, or who decided to sell out and move to LA and is miserable.

I was still majority tripping and everything was really beautiful to me. I was starting to hallucinate a little with the clouds above. They were very sparse and web like. I saw some cool skeletal formations moving around which sort of scared me so I stopped looking at it. Another trippy thing I saw was my contacts. I hear very little of this common hallucination if you call it that. It was as if I was looking at one of my contacts from their sides and they were huge. I saw the edge of the contact grinding into my eyes and an array of small reactions. It took me a year until I could ware contacts again.

There was one ‘vison’ I had, but it was more earlier when I felt as if I was dieing but I wanted to place it here in my story. It was of a Fox I saw and had imagined that this was what death must be like for animals. I wrote a little creative piece about it as a way to express it.

‘The mushrooms sang to me about a fox. I had a vision of its reality floating away. The little creature sat panting, dying, It had chosen to go off on its own, away from the pack. Alone it had a magnificent view of all the land where it had once frolicked about. The green trees started to sway in the wind like they had never done before, as if they were dancing. The suns resting light grew brighter, the grass was the ocean and the lake was a fire. The clouds told stories of hunts and decaying skeletons. It felt its body shutting down slowly. It resisted, but knew fate was about to enter its life. The fox felt as it was exactly where it belonged and that this moment stretched for eternity. As if it were truly at home in the body, under the magnificent ball of light. Slowly it breathed. The eyes closed and the surroundings disappeared. All but the wind in the trees howling at him to sleep, sleep sleep….’

By now I felt so free and talked about how I was feeling better. There was no way I could have described to them what happened, mostly because I thought they already knew. My three friends had done more drugs, like mushrooms, then I will do in my entire life. They probably had been through some of the same things I saw then. The one thing I tried to talk about was my health. I said, "I had been thinking for a long time now that I needed to get healthy." It really hit me then and I knew I needed to do something. For months after this trip I felt sick from the mushrooms. I think my newfound awareness of my body stretched passed the trip. I realized I was not healthy and would continue to get worse. A year and 3 months later I work out, do aerobics, ride my bicycle all throughout the city everyday, do yoga almost every day, and have a mostly vegan, very healthy diet. Most importantly I have a very positive outlook and focus on becoming healthy and strong and of course loving my body. I feel a million times better then I used to when I was a couch potato, video gamer.

Soon after my outburst C received a phone call from a close friend and asked him if he knew where to get mushrooms. Another phone call synchronicity to bookend the day.

One thing I want to try and describe is my clothes and cleanliness. I used to be so concerned about how I looked and the state of my clothes. But that day I was rolling around in the grass and got real dirty and I didn't care. My later trips brought on this feeling also. It’s a strange feeling of detachment from your garments. And it also goes for items like my cell phone. They seem like nothing. So I pulled out my iPod and my headphones and was playing with them, but thought about their makeup of matter. Plastic, metal wire, I ripped them apart to see what was inside them. I had to do something with my hands. I also lost my iPod (a shuffle so not too expensive), which was good for me because it showed me to not be so attached to those sorts of things. iPods are getting out of hand. This other girl showed up and she had a Zippo. I wanted to see it and I broke it, bending the hinge. At the time I didn't care, but I bought her a new one and gave it to her later that week.

We started talking about things that were really awesome. Today I would describe them as concentrated energy sources. We talked about how cool Dolores Park is, like a special sacred park. I still think it is, and if you have been there, you might agree. I thought that about the lighter (even though I broke it.) We talked about music and I brought up Tool and ELO. I used to be embarrassed to like ELO but that day all my friends loved them also. I talked about my last time on mushrooms was at the American Music Hall for Halloween and I got to see Jello Biafra play with the Melvins. To me that was an amazing event where there was so much amazing energy. Another time I experienced something that intense with creative concentrated energy was the Burn this year.

We moved again so we could be in the sun and I was real calm now, sort of waiting for the next thing. I did not want to go back to my normal life, my girlfriend, my shitty apartment, and my job. My hands kept playing in the grass and I kept picking and pulling the blades out. Another friend showed up, Dogs other owner. He had just flown in from New York. They all told him what happened. He knew of my desire to be a teacher and said, "see you are teaching already."

We left and I was starting to come down. Eventually it was just C and I walking all the way from the park up to Nob Hill, an hour long trek. This is where I learned that I could walk for a long time while on mushrooms. When I got home I took a shower and sat on my bed and thought about my life. That night I broke up with my girlfriend. Graduation came 3 days later and at the post grad lunch where I had my father, his girl, my mother and her husband staring at me as I told them I wanted to teach. My father was a bit disappointed over the next few months and though he is supportive I think he still is disappointed we spent all that money and I am not doing much with my degree. For almost a year I had a lot of obstacles with not being able to find a place to stay. And I just recently quit my job, which was at a bad place. I say all this because I knew that day I needed to make a serious life change even if it meant I would go through troubled times. Actually I knew it would be hard transition.

For about 2-3 weeks after my trip I was really struggling internally. I remember going to see a movie by myself a week later and almost walked out because I was going out of my mind. "Is this the mushrooms, did they mess me up?" I thought for a long time. It’s very hard to explain this feeling. I think I was just loosing touch with normal reality and started to understand that I could not be a spectator any more. I reflected a lot of what happened and how it made me feel. I put all the pieces together and eventually found beauty in my new perspective.

To help me understand it I talked to a lot of people. I got into Metaphysics (and still am) and read some literature on Psychedelics. The best book I read that helped me understand that my experience was not unusual was Tim Leary's 'Your Brain is God.' Honestly though I could do myself a favor and read more things like the highly recommended Electric kool aid acid test, or Terrence McKenna.

A lot of good has come out of my experience. I feel so much more positive about what life is; try to live each day to the fullest, to have fun, and to be divinely inspired to be creative. My perspective of reality has completely changed. I can analyze things on a deeper level and understand concepts that were blind to me before like true compassion and conservation of our resources. I get along with people much better and am much more outgoing. Yet I feel I understand myself a lot more and do not need that selfish attention, as in, I am not out to please anybody but myself. My money only goes to food and necessities, bills, and fun things like BM as I have really let go of my worldly possessions. I did get some tattoos, something I had been wanting and decided to do that day at the park, and I love them. I used to have fleeting thoughts of suicide, now I enjoy watching the earth turn away from the sun.

As far as school goes, I have a lot of bills. Ultimately I am grateful for the experience and will always be an artist, and a filmmaker. But I can’t bring myself to sell my creative ability for any amount of money. Getting paid to be creative makes me feel very shallow. So instead I am pursuing a career in the nutrition field. This last year I have been learning a lot and am really into it. I am taking a class at City College, and will hopefully take more in the spring. My issue right now is I do not have a steady job. If I can't find anything by the end of this month I am moving home which is not what I want to do.

People have discussed mushrooms and other psychedelics in terms of having a profound altering effect on them. I find it difficult to discover others who understand that concept. Surprisingly one of the few who understands is my Mother. I will end this long mushroom report with this; it changed me in an emotional, logical, physical and spiritual way, and I am grateful. I felt as if that day was supposed to happen, it had to happen and was a part of my growth as a human being. I can't tell you if everybody should go through this, in all likelihood, it truly is different for each one of us. But for me, this is how it went down.
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What boundlessness the pit of consciousness travels toward an infinite being.
The cave is full of tumultuous obstacles, webs seemingly inescapable.
There lies the path of knowledge forming thick and thin quantum fluctuations of living operations.
And its inescapable quality of beauty is far beyond the reflection of its depths.
Further I fall diving head first downwards into a black hole, plunging with intension to ascension.


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Re: Trip where I saw higher reality of friends. [Re: jackeheart]
    #7479536 - 10/03/07 01:47 AM (16 years, 3 months ago)

Thanks for the read. It really feeds my head you know.


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    #7498985 - 10/08/07 07:03 PM (16 years, 3 months ago)

didnt read all of it, did read parts... good stuff, glad the experience was so positive for you


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    #7500790 - 10/09/07 08:22 AM (16 years, 3 months ago)

Excellent write up :thumbup:

I've been through exactly the same thing man, down to really small details that you described. Mushrooms can really be motivating! Props for taking action and growing as a person...few people have the courage to really do this.


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Re: Trip where I saw higher reality of friends. [Re: jackeheart]
    #7502937 - 10/09/07 08:17 PM (16 years, 3 months ago)

thanks for posting that


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Re: Trip where I saw higher reality of friends. [Re: chodamunky]
    #7551862 - 10/23/07 05:14 PM (16 years, 3 months ago)

First of all, I must say you are a very skilled writer, easy to follow along, good flow.
As for your trip, I can definetly relate:

"There was the first time saw some minor patterns on the cement ground. It was cool, but I was not really that impressed."
-On my first and so far only trip yet, I saw tons of patterns on the sidewalks. Dunno why, just did, neon-like colored as well.


"We progressed and I was talking a bit about work and school with C. This is where I told him I really wanted to be a teacher of some sort. I can't recall much else about what was said along the journey but I was totally tripping on the progress. This always happens, I become very aware of what we have created as a human race. I am astonished greatly at the architecture, streets, busses, stoplights, the aesthetically pleasing strategically placed palm tress. When I am on mushrooms I really dig that sort of perception and have been able to carry it on to my normal conscious perception."
-I completely agree with what you're saying here, this was a huge focus of my first trip as well, i think about the human race as a whole and I feel like I connect with the earth on a higher level.

"But C's presence was important. He was my friend because he was teaching me about how to let go and just enjoy life, something I never really did before. I was a well-mannered staple to society who was polite and friendly but could easily get caught up in my own worries. So to counteract my fear I started thinking about the philosophy death. About what I knew and was learning from C and his friends. I started to think that I needed to accept death. That is when it all came crashing down, my paranoia was almost immediately lifted. In my mind I thought, "So what if I die? I just have to embrace it like anything else in life, like another step. And this probably is the mushrooms." Upon reflection this was what I needed to learn, to truly accept death. It could happen at any moment and I must enjoy life and live it to the fullest, to have fun and learn and grow and change and create."

-Perfect writing, my friends are most of the reason I live life to the fullest and live life more carefree, its the best way to go. Life hands you shit sometimes to prepare and teach you so you can grow and progress.

Well I could analyze every last bit of your beautiful peice of writing, although all that is needed to be said is I can relate to this almost 100%. Ive been through it and it was the best thing to ever happen to me. Mushrooms completely opened my mind up to happiness and realization of the world and the meaning of life.

Very well written, definite props to you :thumbup: :thumbup:


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Re: Trip where I saw higher reality of friends. [Re: tuhrevorr]
    #7556210 - 10/24/07 05:58 PM (16 years, 3 months ago)

Wow.
I wasn't planning on reading that entire thing, but I did.. and wow, just wow.
I haven't done shrooms yet.
But this has definitely shown me that the experience can't be put into words, even though somehow you did.

Yr story belongs in here:
http://www.psychedelicadventures.com/
It's an entire book like the trip reports forum, but the stories are much better written and are written by like 40 year olds. Great stuff probably on par with that book.


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Re: Trip where I saw higher reality of friends. [Re: jackeheart]
    #8088776 - 03/01/08 05:11 AM (15 years, 10 months ago)

bro, nice writeup
but yeh i guess i cant say ive gone what you have gone through
my shroom trips usually end up me and my friends laughing non stop for 5 hours straight

good times!


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