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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
great thread, my in laws are here for 4 days, my Father in law is an old head, I think he would eat my lunch on a trip, but I could smoke him into next week. Drop of green dragon for the old man tonight, lets see how he handles it
Oh So true. Dropped a 10 strip and drove across NY with two sleds in tow in the Valentine day storm 07 and got the hotel and Jim Cantore from the weather channel was there talking about the huge lake effect snow. What a crazy trip.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dhelihiker
Fired up the sled and got stuck within 15 minutes when I got off trail. Needless to say it was a fantastic trip with all the snow.
I got so high I touched the sky,
Never got back 'til the fourth of July.
Yes, I was walking the dog.
When I was in Amsterdam, I took mushrooms then went to a torture museum. That was a fucking awful idea.
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Originally Posted by Wong_Fowum_Jong
Hey bitchass Wong where were you in 2005?? Working on donkey punch kung fu? Licking your master crack? Washing the real monk's underwear?
I bumped the thread cuz I thought it was funny. It's ok to talk about cuz it's been a long fucking time since I been teh high. I am not cool. I am the anticool, I am mother fucking anti-freeze. I am not even hot.
So unless you are able to shaolin yourself back to 2005 to put it in the right place, or go smoke an admins pole to get them to move something to the padded room just chill the fucking fung ku down and relax a bit.