On September 22, the first day of fall, I embarked on my third shroom trip.
Dose: 1/8 ounce, chopped finely and swallowed with pink lemonade.
My first two trips were primarily indoors, and while they were quite enjoyable
I had a strong desire to be out of doors and away from civilization
. So for
my next trip I decided to go camping
so that I could be close to nature
and perhaps feel more at peace than last time. Five friends came with me,
Ryan, Steven, Przemek, Erin, and Brian, packed tightly in my van with so much
gear the suspension sagged dangerously. We picked Clear Lake
as our destination
as it seemed like it would be far enough away from civilization to give us
privacy while tripping. It wasn't what I had hoped for in terms of wilderness
but luckily we found a secluded campsite where we were unlikely to be seen.
The first night we set up camp, cooked dinner over the fire, and then began
a two day long, non-stop drug frenzy. It started with copious amounts of
alcohol, then proceeded to nitrous
hits, and finally several rounds of weed.
We went to bed late and woke up very early. After breakfast we took a hike in
the hills, then came back for more weed, beer, and lunch, then off to the beach
for a quick dip in the lake. After lunch I ate very little in preperation for
the shrooms which I planned to take an hour before sunset. The plan was to
dose, then walk over to a secluded area of the beach to wait for the trip to
start and then walk back when it got dark and/or the ability to walk returned.
It didn't work out perfectly, some people took longer than others to finish
taking the dose, and so by the time we were all prepared and under way the
first wave of effects had already hit me. It got progressively more difficult
to walk, and the journey to the beach seemed to take an eternity. I was
having some stomach cramps, which I was prepared for, but the walk was taking
too long for my liking. Ryan was having some trouble too, his trip must have
come on faster even than mine because half way there he had to stop and put his
head down for a minute, and after that followed close behind me with wide eyes,
not speaking. On the trail ahead I saw a deer going in our
direction, which I took as a good omen
and knew I was going to have a good trip.
When we reached the beach I promptly spread out a blanket and laid down. If the walk had been any longer I probably would have lost control of my stomach,
which is exactly what happened to Ryan after a few minutes on the beach.
Przemek, who had only taken a half an eighth since it was his first time, wasn't feeling any effects yet. Patience, the experienced told him, it will start
soon. I gazed into the sky and soon patterns began to appear through the clouds,interlocking geometric shapes as if I were under a giant geodesic
became more intricate as I looked. Incan
patterns appeared interwoven into
overall structure, then these were joined by perfectly formed Celtic
patterns. The consistancy of the visions amazed me, it stayed in one place
in the sky so that I could actually focus on different parts of it in detail,
and if I looked away from it, it would still be in the same place when I
returned my vision there. After a while it became hard to hold my eyes still
and the patterns in the sky doubled into upper and lower layers which slid over
My stomach started bothering my again after a little while so I closed my eyes
and tried to assume control of the involuntary muscles that were causing the
cramps. I traveled inside my body to my stomach and made it relax. After
this I tried to leave my body. There was a flock of birds in the trees over us
and I wanted to communicate with them. I think I almost made it this time,
because I started to sense the auras
of my friends, but I couldn't hold
my concentration long enough, there were too many distractions.
As the sun got lower the insects became more numerous and we decided to head
back to camp. I told my friends to all go ahead, as I felt like I might vomit
at that moment, but when I kneeled and prepared myself, the desire to throw
up went away. I got up, gathered my blanket and water, and went back to the
trail. When I left the beach I entered wonderland
. I could almost feel a
consiousness coming from the plants all around me, and I half expected to see
a white rabbit
in a top hat running down the path ahead of me. I soon caught
up with my companions. Steven was standing still in a fork in the path with
a tall walking stick trying to decide which direction to take. He looked to me
like a statue, waiting for me to approach to come to life. But as we
went further down the path wonderland started to fade, and reality returned
when we hit the rest of the camp sites, but not for very long.
Back at our camp the fire was still going. I wrapped myself tightly in my
blanket and watched the stars come out.
Przemek: "Hey look, a satellite
Przemek: "The one that's moving."
Me: "All the stars are moving."
Przemek: "I think I can tell the difference between a moving satellite
and a moving star."
I don't think I've ever felt as comfortable as I was then, snug in my blanket,
sitting around the fire with my close friends. It took me back to childhood
once again, all worries were removed, all hungers and desires were eliminated.
I was perfectly content. Thinking back on it now, it was like satori,
everything was beautiful, and I couldn't have possibly been more at peace.
We must have come down at about ten o'clock, although if asked what time we
thought it was we all probably would have replied about one AM. It seemed
like an eternity had passed since we were at the beach.
It's fortunate that it wasn't really that late though, since
we were not being at all quiet or subtle about what we were doing. The sound of our laughter probably carried across
several campsites, and if it had been quiet hours and a ranger
showed up in our camp it would have put a major damper on the trip.
Sad to see the trip
coming to an end we went back in the tent to smoke a bowl, which reactivated
the shrooms a little bit. As I was lying on my sleeping bag with my eyes
closed I could see brightly colored kaleidoscopic
patterns of fractals
with faces and other shapes interwoven. It reminded me of Grateful Dead
artwork. I wanted to sleep then, but I was unable to because of my stomach.
I ate something, and then we all smoked another bowl and I was finally able to
sleep about an hour later.
This was my best trip so far, which I attribute to being away from civilization,
and being with a group of friends who were on the same drug.
Writeups of my first two trips can be found at
Reliving my childhood on shrooms
and July 23, 2001