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I think I worked a checkout counter at the supermarket once, that was great.
I was on fire, never missed a penny...
Don't waste your time. I have tried that shit on several occasions with no effect at all. Some people I was with claim they tripped real hard for 5 minutes or so, but I got nothing.Quote:
Originally Posted by SnowRider4Life
Personally, I think it's just your mind playig tricks on you because you heard it would fuck you up. Whackness!
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Originally Posted by rideit
you tapers are some weird fucking people
You are a new-schooler, with access to lots of music these days.
Back then, if you wanted it, and you wanted it to sound great, you did it yourself. And people appreciated it. I wouldn't do it now, but back then it was a culture of it's own.
I agree with rideit. there are some S-I-C-K audience tapes out there.. IMHO nothing beats a front of the board recording. and i was so bummed to see archive.org go down. wonder if ill pony up 45$ to see ratdog this summer...
man the good ol days.. i feel priveleged to have seen my first dead show MSG 1991... granted the tail end, but at least I saw some shows..
I have just recently rediscovered the joys of shrooms after about a six or seven year hiatus. About a month and half ago I was camping with a bunch of friends. Just as the sun is going down, were all sitting around the camp fire, some one starts passing around a big ol baggie of fungus. I didn't even know anyone had brought any, so it was a spur of the moment decision to gobble down a big hand full of the stuff. I'm not really sure how much later on this huge grin appears on my face and I start giggling at nothing in particular.
Pretty soon the giggling turns in to full on uncontrollable all out belly laughing.
I cant stop, dont want to stop. A couple of times I tried to say something, but no words came out, only more laughing. I have no idea what was going on around me or what was so funny. It seemed to last forever, but eventually the laughing started to taper off. I would stop for a minute or two and then start back up for a minute or two. Pretty soon I was back to being able to talk. Turns out, about 2 hours had gone by. I spent the rest of the night sitting around the camp fire talking about all kinds of crazy shit with everyone. It was one of the best times I've ever had.
there's a good salvia article in gq this month, a little history on it and some interesting facts
I agree. Taping used to be an art......ill take a cripy aud over and sbd any day.
There is a reason why the only remaining tapers are at least 35 years old, because they appreciate good quality recordings.
SBD recordings lack a certian 'presence' and punch, IMO.
The sound of the venue, as it were. Every venue had different characteristics...bassy, boomy, echo-ey, warm, crisp...that was the cool thing about taping multiple times in different places, (especially front of board poaching) you could try different things in order to achieve different 'feel'.
SBD recordings lack the time delay elements and natural reverbertion that every venue posess.
(Bass is critical here...SBD recordings do not have any SPL in the equation)
I bet in time digital equalization and timing manipulation of specific frequencies will be capable to 'improve' the stock (flat) soundboard recordings, that will be a VERY cool technological advancement.
( I wish I were smart enough to develop it, I have been thinking about it for 20 years.)
And great recordings would make you crazy kids trip harder.
LSD took a step backwards in 2002 when savvy ATF agents, looking through chemical warehouses for clues regarding anthrax production, stumbled upon orders for the base ingredients for acid. Led them to some guy in Kansas, who just happened to be the last guy producing the LSD crystal in the US. So from 2002-2005 Doses were either weak, bunk, or non-existent. Someone stepped up and began synthesizing the stuff again in '05. Its now more potent than ever.
Lots of casualties lately related to amateurs dosing to heavily. (I watched someone take a flying leap off a balcony and land on two unsuspecting hippies at a concert in SF.)
I love the stuff. But then, I've been to over 150 GD shows from 84-93. Lots of great gooneys, worlds, black pyramids, liquid. We stretched our minds out GOOOOOOD!!!!!
You haven't tripped until you've done an earthquake on a couple of hits of SFs finest.
Yup. I was the long hair tourist in the Haight Ashbury music store - I think that was the name of it, I never went back after the fucking roof fell in. After the panels started falling out of the roof I ran outside and started running like a banshee. Then I kind of pulled up as I saw a wave of pavement coming toward me. It looked like it was a foot high but who knows. I know I saw it, I raised up as it went under me - the most amazing thing. I kept expecting the street to split open underneath me, swallow me, and close back up.
Holy shit. Way too much stimulation for this Idahodian. Needless to say a very weird day just got weirder into the nighttime. The aftershocks were still happening and the place I was staying was just off the Haight but upstairs nonetheless. I was having nothing to do with staying in a building. We slept in the park that night. Or at least laid down and tried to rest. The city buses were the only thing that had lights. The whole city was pretty black except for these light "beetles" that were motoring around. Some very drunk people at different places. Traffic of couse was absolutely nuts. Lucky my street bike didn't get crushed by the chimney that fell about 10 feet away from it on the sidewalk.
So I had been on the road for about six weeks, up and down the coast, going to shows, camping out and this was at the end. The next day it took me all day to get out of the city and head for home. Rode into the Nevada desert into the middle of the night. Super tired looking for a place to crash for the night. Took off at some exit, went way away from the interstate down a side road. I thought I was golden to catch some badly needed zs.
Abour an hour after I laid down and just getting into some solid REMs and FTW, the ground starts shaking and these weird lights are coming at me and I don't have a clue what is going on. Apparently I had laid down about 25 feet from the rail line and something fairly high speed was coming through. Scared the shit out of me.
Many more tales of weirdness, but that was pretty strange.
And people are strange when you're a stranger, faces look ugly when you're alone.
fuckin hippies
interesting bump
One does not need to be a fuckin' hippy as you put so poorly to enjoyQuote:
Originally Posted by jong_luc_picard
the wonders of hallucinogens!
Jong on un-enlightened in gaper bliss!
Ooohhhh how wrong you are.Quote:
Originally Posted by advres
The leaves are hard to feel any effect from. But try taking a bong hit of 20x extract, hold it in for at least 20 seconds, and then get back to me on whether you think its just your mind playing tricks on you or not.
I watched someone take a really big hit of Salvia, and he genuinely went out of his mind. He stumbled downstairs, and the instant I spoke the word 'Salvia' he rushed back and explained very quickly how he had just entered and exited the red and blue matrix. Very interesting, and I like reading all these other trip reports.
Hippy Flip lately anyone?
No you didn't. You don't even have a job.
Are you posting on the right thread?Quote:
Originally Posted by Mustafa
-self employed
Translation: "I sell mushrooms"Quote:
Originally Posted by Crampedon
you are good!
The Doc Ellis thing was linked to this thread. Pretty funny shit. I have had some genuinely whacked experiences of all kinds during my "play" times but the earthquake was out of control. Were you there then? Looks like you're from the Bay area or there now.Quote:
Originally Posted by jong_luc_picard
I played the best pinball game of my life on shrooms once. Multiball was EASY......
I tripped on my first flight into Denver a few years back. Who's great idea was it to put a statue of a mutant horse at the entrance? My cab driver didnt even blink an eye when I pretty much freaked out about it.
The first time I ever tried schtooms was at work. I was the fish guy at a pet store. Wall-to-wall fishtanks are totally groovy btw.
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Originally Posted by Sensisnow
Haha oh man! I haven't finished reading this thread yet but its cracking me up. I tried Salvia once and will never try it again. One rip and I woke up on the floor about 60 seconds later, but it felt like HOURS. I thought my friends could feel my out of body experience and kept asking them how I felt lol. wtf. Pssshhh. I'll stick to the sticky :)
Anyone want to hear a story of almost dying out in the desert while on acid? This happened to me about three days ago. It's kinda long, so if it bores you, just skip over it. And the usual disclaimer when posting about illegal stuff on a public forum. This very well could be a work of fiction.
Acid Diaries
Yesterday, I had a really scary trip when I was in the canyons and took two hits of acid.
It is strange times. I just got out of a five year relationship, and had spent the previous night partying in Denver. It was about noon when I remembered the three hits of acid I still had sitting in my freezer. This wasn’t really even my house anymore, and it’s kinda weird to be there. So, I grab the dogs and drive out to Utah. I know this one place in the middle of canyon country, far far from anything else. It takes four or five hours just to get to the turn off. From there, it’s dirt roads for another hour into the heart of canyon country. This place is in the heart of the San Rafael Swell.
I drive past the “sinkhole” which is really a sinkhole. The next feature of this place is a set of petroglyphs drawn by Indians that used to inhabit that area long ago. It is a series of pictures that look kind of like a bird man. I ask the spirits of this place for their blessing in my trip.
It’s been dark ever since I got out here, so the true definition of where I am does not hit until morning. I’m on this overlook called the wedge. From it, you can see down into what is named the little grand canyon.
Saturday morning. I wake up early and drive down to Fuller Bottom. This is where my adventure will begin.
It starts by fording a river in my truck. I just barely had enough clearance, but I did make it. Then it’s a drive up to this trailhead that I found when I was backpacking out here earlier this year.
I get ready for the trip of lifetime. It is cold out, so im wearing a fleece and a shell; but just skate shoes and jeans. I dump out my school pack and fill it with: 1 quart of gatorade, an almost empty pack of trail mix, my .45 with an extra clip, plenty of weed and a pipe.
This is gonna be crazy. I’ve never dropped two hits of acid before, but I’ve heard that’s the amount required for a hard trip. Little did I know it was gonna be a really hard trip. So, I put these two little pieces of paper on my tongue and begin the hike.
This trail leads down into the little grand canyon. I backpacked through it earlier in the year, but I didn’t take the trail until I found it coming home the last day. This country is great because it is so rugged. On my backpack trip, I had to bring an innertube to float my gear for river crossings.
There will be no river crossings today. So when me, Daisy, and Snoopy make it to the first one and realize we won’t be able to make it any further without crossing, we decide to explore. I want to hike up out of the canyon while I still can, and find a place to drop back down into it. Maybe at the first side canyon, which is named clean virgin spring. Just for the record, the water there is not clean, it is not a spring, and it is stale from sitting a long time. This gives it an eerily bright green glow.
We’re hiking up, and I’m having such a great time. The acid is starting to kick in, and I find myself appreciating things like trees, cryptographic soil, and lichen. Also, I feel more in tune with the dogs. As if I just need to watch their body language to understand them. It is like we are a pack of wolves. Instead of being the top dog like usual, out here I am the weakest link. They are much faster than I am. But, daisy always waits for me. And snoopy always shows up when I think he’s lost or im lost. I keep wondering where the beginiing is. Where all the rain first comes to in a flood before it runs down into the canyon.
It has probably been a couple hours of hiking. I’ve pretty much lost track of anything but walking, when I get to the edge of something incredible. I am more than 500 feet up a sheer face, looking down into the canyon. This place is a wide open bowl, it is the beginning, where all the water flows to in a storm. The size of this is so daunting, it is hard to even describe in words. The other side must be a half mile out there. It is a massive echo chamber. I bellow as loud as I can. My voice bounces off the other side, and then echoes eerily down every turn of the canyon.
I’m going to try and describe how large this place is. It is the type of place that will take your breath away, it will blow your mind away. I am on this one pod, the spot where I’m standing, as far as the eye can see, there are seemingly infinite more of these little pods like mine. This is the most amazing sight I have ever beheld. This would be trippy without the acid. It is at this time that my trip hits its peak. The opening now looks like a giant angry face. I call it the jaws of destiny. It is moving. I see weird hippy like swirls in the light. All I can say is “jesus” “holy shit” “it’s so big”.
I make the mistake of taking out my phone to try and take a picture of it. I see I have an email from my ex girlfriend Ashley. All of a sudden, the sky is flashing on, then the screen of the phone is flashing on. Like an alarm clock. Her words, I love you, I can’t live without you, are burned into my brain. The sun finally comes out and I look into it asking, “jesus are you there?” I feel the pain that Ashley feels. My mind is being torn open as if to stretch to the size of this place Im in.
This place is so huge. As far as I can see into the horizon, are more canyons. Every direction looks the same. The sun goes away. This is the point where I lose it. I turn my back on the gaping hole, and run for my life.
The dogs are coming. This place is so huge, and everything looks the same, it’s just canyon country. I realize that I was wondering probably for hours before I found this spot. I can’t even tell what direction im going because the sun went away. How long had I been walking without paying attention?
Fuck.
I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. Then I drove into the middle of nowhere, took acid, and thought I could go hike around and come back to my truck.
Everything looks the same. I could probably walk for weeks before even finding a road. No one knows where I am.
I am convinced that this was my last mistake I would ever make. The Darwin award mistake.
I picture myself not graduating. Being on the news as missing. Sparking a massive search and rescue. But I’m too far into canyon country to be found. Maybe someone will find my remains one day.
I think maybe this is a transition point in my life. This is the point when I disappear from society forever and run with the wolves.
Just me, my dogs, and a .45.
I know I’m tripping hard.
The phone comes out. I want to call someone, and be like come get me. I’m lost in the desert. I call Ashley. I don’t know what to say. I think I will never see her again, so I want to tell her that I love her. She doesn’t pick up. Im not sure if I’m leaving a message, or just talking into space. I’m not sure what im even saying.
I think about this show I saw about people getting lost in the desert. When do you decide you’re lost and call yourself in? I decide I will not call for help no matter what happens.
It has been about two hours since I ran from the jaws of destiny. I am still running. I have never been so scared.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a huge deal. The acid is fucking with my head though. It has fully taken over. I am having a monstrous trip. I am convinced that this enormous land of canyons will swallow me whole, and I’ll never be seen or heard from again.
I just want to see her. I call again, and her phone is dead still.
I am so lost.
This place is huge.
Im just some dumbass from Colorado who thought he knew the canyons, but really just an average tourist. Getting lost and dying in the desert.
I am never getting out of here.
Then I see a road. Still not sure what direction I’m going, but I decide to take it. It’s easier to run on anyway.
I come around the bend, and way down at the bottom, is fuller bottom. And there is my truck. I think the dogs got me back. Everytime I would be lost, I would look out for snoopy, and he would be off in the distance looking like a spirit guide should.
I am still running.
I get in my truck. Turn it on, ford the river, drive the fuck out of there, just to prove I can get out.
I stop at the petroglyphs. They scare me. I keep driving. Get the fuck out of this place.
I drive until I get to Colorado.
Then I camp and try to forget what happened.
I won’t be taking any more acid for a long time, if ever, after this.
salvia
60 seconds
a six foot tall angry seahorse came out of my tv in a massive flood of water, I swam for the door and tried to escape, but FUCK, it was the closet..........then I came to
tonite feels like a seahorse night
Humans have been using hallucinogens for millenia. Some cultural patterns seem consistent.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rossta
When taking a big trip, put yourself in a safe physical setting, with a positive mental mind-set, and have a guide/companion who is either sober or very experienced. Someone like the peyote Road Man, or the ayahuasca shaman, in cultural context.
Of course many of us broke with tradition and tripped hard alone in mountains or deserts (look for AAAC American Acidhead Alpine Club in summit registers around the world) but if you spend enough time balanced on the edge of existence/non-existence, with the winds blowing every which-way, sooner or later you will fall the wrong way.
RIP all those fallen adventurers.
i disagree with an earlier poster, shrooms were a mellow 4 hour tour, while acid was a hang onto your balls 8 hour rollercoaster ride with a side of the dipper spin wheel thrown in.shrooms were great to ski on, just charge powder and cliffs for half a day. now there was one unique day snorkeling @ folsom lake in northern ca on a hit of acid.
good times...............
I know exactly where you were. I love the swell. It's...remote.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rossta
I went on a 4 day solo mission after a break up just like you when I lived in Denver. But with no cid.
Fuck dude....that's scary. Dumb with no supplies or thinking. Sorry.
Glad you're alright. A guy I know was frying in Canyonlands...went to piss and accidentally walked off a 1000 ft over-vert cliff.
Again, be more careful out there. Glad you are ok, man.
anyone done dmt?
No supplies??? Shit he had a .45 and some gatorade, weed and two dogs. Sounds like he did all right.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mustafa
Ayahuasca is mostly DMT, with some other alkaloids mixed in, but eating an herbal preparation results in a long voyage, at least in my experience. Ayahuasca is legal in Peru, reducing the paranoia, but the psycho-tourism aspect of locals selling what was a religious/sacramental practice is a bit troubling. I would still recommend ayahuasca to anyone who finds themself wandering around the Amazon basin and wants to travel a little farther.Quote:
Originally Posted by RambleOn
Taking synthesized DMT is more mind-exploding and intense, since it is not buffered by other herbal ingredients, so after seeing/hearing the effects on friends I was not interested.
3 hits and lost desert give me break- fuck'n rookie
LSD becomes interesting at 3 hits
Magical at 5 hits
life changing at 12.5 hits
LSD was my drug of utter fascination in my late teens. My idols were Jim Morrison and Perry Farrel so I had big shoes to fill. Some of you might remember the Felix the cat LSD, I had a vile of the liquid version- wowee
At the height of my career I split a quarter sheet with a buddy at a Dead show in Portland, 12.5 hits each. We were camped out at some farm the night before with about 1000 hippy Dead heads. I dropped at around 6pm and was high until the next day at 2pm. The first hour was crazy, I could feel it coming on in a big way. I just started walking down this seemingly 100 mile long driveway, as if I could walk it off. After that the next 5 hrs were spent in and out of consciousness, sort of a dream like state. I was sitting by a huge bon fire, bongos playing, naked hippy chicks dancing and every once in a while someone would point at me and say, wow he looks high.
It was some night, my joints were sore for a week
Okay, I remember the time about 1982...
I was a chef in the VI, guy comes down to visit and is dying to try the local shrooms.
We go to west end, mountain top, estate Dorthea in torrential rain, no shrooms.
Three of us split an old tab of acid I had in my wallet and decide to get on the "Bomba Charger" -the ferry boat to west end, Tortolla. Up on Sage Mountain there are always shrooms. We get to west end tripping mildly and it is really really raining. We get in a taxi van with 6-8 VERY large west indian women. VERY large, we get to Road town, drop of the west indians and tell the driver to take us to sky world, the look-out at the top of the mountain. We picked half a pound or so of caps and went down to road town, tripping hard, to find the boat back to St. T was canceled, heavy weather. We get a room and go to a bar for burgers, beers ect and after the food come we each put a cap on our burgers as big as the patty, the local waitress sees and is like " me son, what wrong witch you boys. lawd save me" We tripped SO hard, oh my god. My Friend fainted and I pick him out of fear of getting caught and carry him up these stairs like superman, 220 pounds, eesh... Sprained my back, ate more shrooms...
Those Caribbean mushrooms are very potent
Dhelihiker, Oh snap. Didn't happen to be in borrego with a jam band called government grown did it? Circa 94-97? Meet at the airstrip to be shown to the party?
Congratulations you are so cool that you have done drug before. But if you were a real cool drug user/dealer you would probably not write about it on the internet. Maybe all the cool drugs have affected your organizational skills....
Padded Room!!!
I shoot heroin Tuesdays, but I don't go posting threads about it
pcp will get ya though
i donbt' do drugs
^ Whatever, Stan Darsh! You just did...DAAARRRRRRSSSSHHHHHHH