THC = Psilocybin, again!

[IJesusChrist]

Well, smoked weed in prison the other day, the guards and the inmates were having a party - I didn't know anybody but I thought I've prepared my mind quite well for the undertaking of a large hit... Nope!

I started spacing out, and I went into an old shroom trip - just barely short of visuals (I was imagining them as if they were there, but not physically seen). I watched people and I almost started to warp my vision, the prison seemed a bit flexible, and I was just barely able to keep myself from falling into a void - although I did plenty of times that night.

I had many revelations - "This place isn't for me, these people have no ambitions, no morals, no thoughts - they are stuck in the parties of highschool, unable to reach out for better entertainment than heavily drinking on a sunday night with 7 people, 3 of them strangers."

I felt bad, I felt sorry for them, as if they were stuck in a loop they couldn't get out - yet contradicted the smiles and laughing on their faces. I felt perplexed - was I the one stuck in the loop? Endlessly judgeing other's intents and styles, choices, or were they actually in a shit hole, and I should feel sorry for them? I couldn't answer this the entire night, but I came to the conclusion that I was NOT suppose to be here, and that I NEEDED to get away. I couldn't, however, I hadn't gotten myself to this prison, and none of the inmates had a car to drive me home, so there I was, high as a kite, unable to speak to anyone but a close friend - unable to verbalize my distraught, my anguish, my chaos. I sat there for hours, I think it amounted to 5 hours of me being extremely high and unable to communicate.

I didn't care too much though, I really just wanted to leave. I wanted to apologize for my rudeness in my inability to converse, but I couldn't - it would be too heavy.

My friend continuously approached me an attempted to intigrate me into the party of all 7 people, but he was met with resistance, and almost insulting responses from my state - I felt defensive and "above" this place. I couldn't seem to empathize, I didn't want to. My friend also continuously approached me about the topic of DMT, and told me some stories of close friends who tried it - very interesting one's indeed.

I have realized that I am not suppose to get high and be with people, especially strangers. I am not a very social animal, although it comes and goes, but to be high with strangers is above my abilities, not only due to my poor conversational skills, but my inability to relate to a bunch of drop outs (too judgemental?).

I will no longer smoke weed in a house nor with many people - only in the wilderness with nature, the trees, the sun and the clouds. I love that very much - nature is a truthful entity, it does not lie, manipulate, or deceive, but she can be very harsh - I can live with that

 

[itsscience]

only in the wilderness with nature, the trees, the sun and the clouds. I love that very much

I think you've got your answer right there. I will never again take shrooms indoors and especially not when the TV or PS3 is on. I'll only take them outdoors in a natural setting.

I think too that your feelings were exacerbated by the fact that you were in a prison because the people in there are physically stuck and most likely at the lowest point in their lives. Prisons are not a very pleasant reality and I am coming to the realisation that it's best to surround one's self with beauty and peace.

I have also begun to realise just how potent weed is too since I have broken my long term use. I smoked for the first time in 2 to 3 weeks and was completely blown away by how strong the weed was and from now on I plan to approach it in the same way as I do shrooms and LSD, I will make sure all my work is done, I have at least 8 hours free and I don't have to socialise.

Good luck on your journey.

 

[Crimzen]

wow you've basically summed up the last few trips ive had with people, the last one in particular we went to a dubstep event with a big group of people, i took 1 E and 1 tab of LSD, got kicked out of the club for wearing shorts (it was a 40degree day the bastards) and went back to my mates place, everyone got home a few hours later (i was tripping with another guy there who was also drinking and i had been tipsy before tripping) when they all got home one various drugs everything was awkward and out of place and just plain uncomfortable

I didn't care too much though, I really just wanted to leave. I wanted to apologize for my rudeness in my inability to converse, but I couldn't - it would be too heavy.

I have realized that I am not suppose to get high and be with people, especially strangers. I am not a very social animal, although it comes and goes, but to be high with strangers is above my abilities, not only due to my poor conversational skills, but my inability to relate to a bunch of drop outs (too judgemental?).

I find myself at the same point
i also feel that next time i want to trip i'll do it by myself out in nature somewhere away from people and civilization
my idea of a perfect trip (for the time being) have changed a fair bit to what i said above with an mp3 player loaded with a diverse selection of music (so i can choose depending on whatever mood hits me) and some snacks, drink and a joint or 2

to just sit and be washed by the sun and the wind with no outside influence would be amazing

 

[Lambsbread]

im just wondering about the re occouring trip you had while stoned. does this happen alot or just that once? i used to take the drug 2CB alot and now some of the time when im stoned things start breathing like the floor or walls just like they did when i was on B. a frend of mine who has only taken 2CB a few times has tre occuring 2CB trips after smoking cannabis aswell he sees a certain pattern everywhere just like most do while on B.

im just wondering if these are anomalus conincidences or that phcycoldelic drug trips can get re-triggered by cannbis use?

whenever i do get one of these re occouring trips though i do not get th sense of being on B i just see things breathe but not to the same extent as i did when i was on the drug.

 

[IJesusChrist]

Sure,

I have the waveyness of mushrooms all the damn time - it's just cause I notice it and perhaps 'used' that part of my brain - so now I can see the breathing on demand. But contrary to you - I enter the same thought cycles and feelings as shroom trips when I'm high. Which is cool, it's kind of like a half-hearted trip, light enough to not put too much weight, but heavy enough to consider planning where I will be and what I'll be doing.