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Yes, it's been a very long time. Why do I find myself here, in this forum? I believe the time has come again, although that is a post for another subforum... Anyway, here goes...
Back in circa 1974 I was introduced to a place I have always called "The Fields of Ambrosia", a series of cow pastures outside Irmo, SC. Mid-SC is HOT and DAMP in the spring and summer, and a great place for wild shrooms. The Fields were VERY productive....
So, very early one morning, my friend Sam and I boogied out to the Fields for a quick snatch 'n grab- and they were LOADED! In less than a half hour we had all we could or should do for several months... and being young and foolish, I thought it would be fun to see JUST HOW MANY I could eat.
Sam's folks were all away that weekend, so we went to his house, and got ready to rock- meaning we got out a jar of honey and some soda. We washed a SINKFUL of one to two-inch shrooms, and I began to chow down.
Now before you say anything, let me admit up front that as a youth, I did some really STUPID things. The tendency to do so has worn off- a little bit, anyway. Back to the story.
I poured some honey into a bowl, and with Sam watching, began to dip and eat them as fast as I could. Some 15 minutes of this passed by, and just as I was feeling that "green" feeling around my gills (jaw muscles) I swallowed number 42. I looked up at Sam, and made a beeline for the back door, where I promptly retched up some or most of the batch. MAJOR tripping was not far away.
Sam had eaten his few early on, so we went to play chess in his older sister's room to wait for the trip to get in full swing. I found I was unable to maintain much in the way of body control, and after melting off the bed a dozen times or so, I guess I pissed Sam off, because he remarked (rather gruffly I thought) "Well, if you're going to keep melting off the bed, I'm gonna just put this away." Then he picked up the chessboard to move it. It folded in half along the crease, and the FUCKING CHESS PIECES STAYED ON THE BOARD!!! I LEAPED backward off the bed slamming my back into the wall and proceeded to FREAK OUT!!!
Sam, bless his heart, had the presence of mind to calmly explain "Hey! It's OK! It's a MAGNETIC chess set, see?" and pulled a piece off and stuck it back on a couple of times til I got it, and calmed down.
I figure at this point he was seriously worried about me being that high up at his house, so he decided to take me "home", where I could trip in privacy. Honestly, I would have preferred company, but that wasn't any fun for him, so alone I was. (I should explain here that I was bad to disappear from my parents home for days/weeks on end back in those days, and I had been crashing at a home I grew up in, belonging to my Grandmother, which was empty and up for sale. I had a foam pad on the floor, but the utilities were on, and there was some food in a pantry in the basement, and a few frozen fish in a freezer from a deep-sea fishing trip two years earlier... but I digress).
I don't remember much of the next few hours, but as the day faded I remember looking through the curtainless windows across the room at the house next door- at the light in the kitchen window, to be exact. I had actually lived in that house at one time, and I knew the inside well. I found myself moving/floating through the window into the house next door, and wandering about inside it. I felt like I was looking for something, and when I couldn't find it, I opened my eyes.
The window through which I had seen the kitchen light next door had become a "sea" of windows, all overlapping and getting smaller the further out to the periphery of my sight they were...and they were ROTATING in various patterns, mostly in rings of varying speed, the outer rings faster than the inner. I closed my eyes, but the windows were still there. This is the last thing I remember- THAT day...
EARLY the next morning, I was awakened by my GRANDMOTHER... wanting to show the house! I was STILL tripping, although to a lesser degree, but the thought did not register "I'm still tripping". I only remember seeing her face, and her asking "are you ok?" I must have mumbled something and rolled over and fell asleep again. I gather she made some excuse to the perspective buyers and left- I never heard a word about it.
Sometime later that morning, I must have come back to some semblance of reality, but truthfully the next few days are a total blank to me. I have no recollection of them at all, but then again, a great portion of my life is so.(Let that be a lesson to you, kiddies. Too much of a good thing and you'll waste your potential like I did!)
This was the last time I ever did shrooms, and it's a shame. I really miss the giggles, the awakening of altered perception, the afterglow, and most of all the feeling that I have found the answer, the surety of everything, and an inner peace for the future. I guess that's why I think it's time to try again... I feel the need for those feelings again, after the hell of the last 4 years...
Anyway, I did acid once after that, and I enjoyed the high for about an hour, and then I was ready for it to be over... and of course, it wasn't.
I turn 50 next March, and I was just 18 yesterday. I haven't forgotten it all, I just set it aside for a long time, to be Daddy, husband, boss. Divorce cost me all that. Is it too late to enjoy some of what I used to enjoy? I hope not. I intend to find out.
Peace.
-------------------- "What lies on the edge of perception, from where anyone might come moving in, not necessarily from our layer of time?" Lonny Patrick in Eleanor Cameron's "The Court of the Stone Children"
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