northydmt

After weeks of preparation, microdosing, some macro, I was finally ready to take a mystical 5.5g of PE cubes. It started with chewing, and just trying to get that shit down. I then feel fine for another 5 minutes, then head downstairs. I tell my brother, that the trip was ON! for a little while, I felt sober. Eventually, I went over to the kitchen counter, which we have green counter tops, and I at this point have trained myself to start looking for things off in my visual field. But then, this striking feeling over me like WHOOOOOOSH! ZAAAAAAAANG, came over me. The green counter-tops began to form shapes in the granite. My aunt asked me if I get panic attacks. I told her no, but it was starting to feel like 'holy shit' this is about to send me to some realm. For a while I was kinda incognito about having mushrooms, but then, the kitchen started transforming and the pictures on the walls started moving. I told my aunt and cousin 'Do you guys not see this?!?!' and I kinda gave myself away lol. When I looked at the tiles in the kitchen, I saw... Aztecs and shit and these intricate patterns that resemble something from a tool album. then it started to feel uncomfortable. my aunt asked me does her makeup look good even though I was tripping. I said, "yeah of course! you're very talented!" or something. She thought I was faking it, but my brother said I wasn't. prior to this trip, I kinda briefed him on that I had planned to trip. anyway, I walked around the 1st floor of my house, of which I recognized but it was so much more beautiful. colors began to shift, patterns would fly right off the tapestries, but I still had that unsettling feeling as I approached my peak. there was a point I had remember someone on the internet said to remember to breathe, and all I could hear was myself breathing for one brief moment of the trip. When I got to another point of the peak, I closed my eyes, and witnessed this world of.. I can't describe it, but it scared me somewhat. I then make it to my computer, hurry on discord, and I'm like begging my friend to bring me back to earth, and he was like "I cannot" but it wasn't so bad here in a little while. I started to think about how much my family loves me, and that the way in life, is to put others before myself, its as if I had taken a heroic dose, so that maybe I too, could be a hero and make everyone's day better. A little later, my aunt left to go back home, and I remember she told me "they're so hard on you, you're really a sweet kid" and that, took me out of a bad trip I think. I felt relieved. I then went out on the porch of my house, and discovered my backyard in a new way. The grass formed these intricate aztec calenders or something, while the concrete on the porch was.. faces! Aztec faces! but as I was still in some discomfort, I told my cousin that I was in a bad headspace, but her presence really calmed me. I was so glad I didn't have to hide tripping, it made me feel infinitely easier. And we just talked about random stuff and how I may not trip again. well, who knows on that haha. I feel like I was just scratching the surface. The plan for that day, was we're all going to go to the beach, and it was going to be awesome. So, then my uncle shows up, and I told him "You know, the Aztecs could've done a lot better" I laughed. Still tripping, because the patterns I saw were way better than that Aztec art and architecture style. I then began to explain that they definitely were tripping as they made their shit, but then he got technical about how they made these irrigation systems, a city surrounded by water, and then I was like, "Alright, you're probably right" so I then told him that mushrooms are kinda native to that part of the world and influenced the culture, as it was like a ritual to take shrooms for enlightenment purposes.. or human sacrifices. but I left that last part out. I didn't want any negative energy in my trip. Standing out on the driveway, I could still see the blooming patterns. As I began to help carry stuff to the car, I realize I was a little discombobulated. Once we got in the car, I was so giddy it was like being a kid riding in the back seat again. I kept just laughing and had a sense of comic relief come over me, as I'd watch us pass cars up with these interesting shapes. By the time we get to the beach, I kept staring at the sidewalk as it transformed and rearranged itself. Once we got down to the beach, it was all slowly fading away, but the feeling was still there. Then something strange happened, and it became much harder to move my body. I thought at some points I might start going into a seizure or something. but, my mind was completely blank, as I watched my family play in the water, as I watched the waves roll in. I started to fall asleep. I kept feeling this feeling for a while, then we went to go eat at this mexican restaurant, and my stomach was uneasy probably from all that chitin in the mushrooms. maybe. but then I'd still close my eyes and see that other world. finally, we went home, I got to my sleeping spot, and I was out. then, I woke up again today, a little smarter, a little more appreciative of my life and God and my family. I was so proud to be a dad and have this amazing experience. I do remember though at one point at the beach, I started to wonder who I was or how I got there. Is that what ego death is like? further adventures into shpongleland are required. Maybe the next trip will take me to wonderland and I can meet Alice. One thing I felt, despite being in a group, is how alone I am. I still think the Aztecs could've used more designs from these intricate patterns and colors. Still. I might be biased! Back to earth now.. will definitely have to revisit someday.