DOSE:		smoked	Cannabis
	1.5 g	oral	Mushrooms	(liquid)

BODY WEIGHT:

140 lb

My night began at a Dark Star Orchestra show. Two close friends of mine and I were at the show and I had a beautiful time, smoking my ass off, dancing to the music, feeling the groove of the Grateful Dead's gorgeous music, and understanding my Self and the universe in that crazy, almost spiritual way that I am often able to at great concerts or in the presence of some other form of profound beauty. Near the end of the concert, after our pot had run out and just as the show was winding down, one of my friends found a bag of mushrooms on the floor of the theater. The three of us discussed the dilemma at hand as quietly as we could: should we take the mushrooms or should we ask the people around us if they lost some shrooms. We decided to keep them unless someone asked us or clearly appeared to be searching for something they had lost. We watched those directly around us closely for the remainder of the show, and although we felt a little bit guilty about it, when we did not see anyone looking for their lost drug we took the bag and left at the end of the concert.

We got home to my house, and, with my parents asleep and a beautiful radiant night outside my kitchen window, we made mushroom smoothies and went outside to my garage to quietly jam while we drank down the shrooms and waited for them to kick in. About a 1/2 hour later I felt that cold, excited feeling flowing up through my body, first in my chest, and then all the way up through my head, and I dropped my drumsticks and told my friends to follow me- we needed to get the hell out of my hot, stuffy garage and experience our trips in the inky blue dark of soft night. We grabbed my acoustic guitar and joyfully went running into the streets of my neighborhood.

I love the coming up at the beginning of a trip, so I was immediately having a great time, feeling as high and free as I could imagine. We all seemed to be having fantastic trips, so we continued deep into the blissful night, walking for miles through the streets of my town. I would later find out that my closer friend of the two was not having a great trip, and was hung up on all sorts of feelings of pessimism, worry and cynical distrust of our thoughts, but that didn't bring me down at all at the time, since I didn't know how he was feeling. It's strange how those kind of things turn out, because although it was unfortunate that I couldn't offer my friend help and advice, it allowed me to have a fantastic, unconfined trip. But with one of my friends spilling out his crazy tripped out thoughts on my guitar, the other working through his hangups in his head and enjoying the trip simultaneously, and me rambling on ahead enjoying the whole enormous wild beauty of the thing. We moved on, going the wrong way down a weird dark street towards our destination.

The destination was a great hilly park we have in my town, which has a truly fantastic view of the skyline, not to mention an extremely long slide, a big bowl-like geography of wild rolling hills, and a shitty wooden playground. We eventually did reach the park despite my difficulties getting us to the park. I was tripping out on visual shit and on some heavy thoughts, so I wasn't really interested or devoted to guiding my friends and myself to the park, which is one of the liberating effects of mushrooms. How little there is to get hung up on, who really cares what happens or where we go or where we end up?? But eventually we did end up where we intended to go, which was the park and the great view.

Once we got to the park, my friend, the one who was at the time thinking a lot about his plans for the next day and other such nonsense, showed me a very cool thing. What we did was lay down on this very steep, flat hill and threw our legs up in the air, nearly all the way over our heads, so that we felt like we were about to just peel right off the face of the earth. What a wild feeling. Then I started noticing how small our park really was. I could see in a really deep, powerful way that this park was just a tiny dimple on the face of the earth, and I understood the tiny geography of my world in a way that I never had been for and haven't been able to since, because I could really SEE how small that park was, not just know it through logic. I was suddenly entirely engrossed by the idea that everyone in the world is scrambling to do accomplish the same thing. I really understood for the first time that art and science are just two different ways of looking at the same thing, and even more than that, are in fact nearly identical pursuits of a way to understand and describe life and the universe. This is an idea I have been able to hold onto since my trip, and I have thought about it a lot, and I of course realized that I missed the one other element in the human pursuit of answers, which is religion. So religion, art, and science are really what our insignificant lives are about, and everyone else (doctors, teachers, lawyers, etc.) are just working to maintain a society and a safe world in which this exploration can take place. And there was so much more to my trip than just those thought. There are an infinitude of realizations that I have made during that trip, the few other trips in my life, as well is in my ordinary day to day life, but of course I won't describe all that here.

Peace

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44736
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Mar 27, 2025	Views: 42
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