TGO
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A Great Day To Be Alive
Thursday was one of the best days I've had in a while, even though it didn't start out that way. My GF and I have been searching for a car and right before we left to go look at one, the charger port for our computer broke! I quickly started backing things up onto our external hard drive. This plus a lack of a decent nights sleep, led us both to be on edge.
Shortly after, her sister honked outside signaling that it was time to go to the car lot. Little Lando was with her (our Godson who had the open heart surgery not too long ago) and being a cute toddler, he instantly lifted our moods a bit while he munched on his nuggets and fries. To keep this part of the story short, we ended up buying a used car and a new computer and arrived safely back home around 830 that evening. I/we haven't had a car in nearly 6 years so this was pretty exciting all by itself so we decided to celebrate with some mushrooms.
3.5g tends to takes her pretty deep and I decided to take 8g dry. This dosage isn't new to me but it is right at that point where it pushes the boundaries for how far I travel with the mushrooms. Since we had the new computer we were trying to decide what to listen to when I told her to go ahead and open up one of her birthday gifts early. Inside was Led Zeppelin's I, II, and III albums and on the first one their was a bonus CD of them playing live at the Olympia in Paris, 1969. Naturally the live disc is the one we decided to play! Led Zeppelin while tripping is absolutely stellar, I highly recommend it!
Anyway, the trip started to come on quite strong for me. I felt that sort of buzzing/crushing/euphoria feeling you get when coming up on smoalked DMT but it was happening at a snails pace in comparison. It was the perfect pace though, like a goldilocks zone of some sort. It was emanating from the top of my head and would travel through the rest of my body in powerful waves. A vibratory phenomenon where it almost starts to feel like you're floating yet very heavy. I can't really describe the feeling too well, so I hope I'm making sense.
This went on for the first hour which is usually the most uncomfortable time for me and it still was a bit. Coming up on mushrooms is almost always my least favorite part. Once we got over the initial come up, I landed in a place of pure bliss.
It was odd because this trip was proving to be much denser, heartier, and focused than other trips as of late. I could travel to different memories almost at will just by thinking about it. Eyes open, eyes closed, it didn't matter...I could seemingly float between thoughts and memories and manifest/travel to them in a "physical" manner. I guess it kind of felt like it does when you are dreaming and you are aware that you are dreaming. I've never had a lucid dream and no matter how strange the scenario, I never seem to realize I'm dreaming until I wake up. But this was very different and I was completely aware of "reality" and my "memory lane."
Since we had just bought a car, this thought was on my mind and sometimes I would inadvertently loop through that whole process of buying a car and analyse it but from a third party view. This happened more times than I could count and it was the only memory that I didn't have control over. It would pop up randomly here and there and I'd flow in and out of it only to pop back into the living room.
Meanwhile, my GF was painting as she likes to do and she described the scenery around her as being a ghost town. Very little entities were hanging around this time for whatever reason. She also described that she was changing into different people, or perhaps different forms of herself. She said that when she would stare in the mirror she would change into countless different forms and that each form would go through her and seemingly give her a sense of power, a sense of wholeness.
I couldn't help but be almost obnoxiously overjoyed in the moments I was spending with her and being in that state of mushroom mind. It was one of those times where you smile so much that your face hurts but you keep on smiling anyway. We laughed and giggled A LOT, danced along with Led Zeppelin, and spent a good while just holding each other and being content with everything. It is a beautiful feeling and one that I would never trade for anything. The connection runs deep and each time we partake in mushrooms, we see a little deeper. We can look at each other and know what we are saying without saying anything at all. It was a good day to be alive, that it was. Just like every day is and should be.
At some point near the peak, or perhaps the beginning of the peak, I was suddenly overcome by my own thoughts and was completely wrapped up in a lot of honeycomb fractals that would sometimes spell words that I couldn't recognize. I don't know if it was because it was moving too fast or if it was even in English. It was in English letters but I was probably just trying to make too much of whatever "message" that was being being quickly spelled out in front of me.
As I snapped out of that wave of the peak something very startling occurred. I tasted blood in my mouth! I could taste and feel the warmth of it on my lips when I licked them and as I tried to figure it out, I could feel my entire mouth starting to fill with blood. It tasted like I was sucking on a piece of metal. I started to panic a little bit but I didn't want to freak out my GF with a mouthful of blood so I nonchalantly got up and quickly made it to the bathroom.
I shut the door and spit the blood into the sink...except there wasn't any blood. None whatsoever! I opened my mouth and looked very closely only to see absolutely nothing. I wasn't bleeding at all even though I could very clearly taste and feel the texture of blood in my mouth. I have never in my life had my senses get mixed up in such a way. But what a relief!!!
I came out of the bathroom and explained what happened to my GF, who thought it was quite odd as well. Eventually the feeling of a mouthful of blood went away in a sea very complex geometrical fractals. This would mark the end of the peak and we started to come down.
I'm not entirely sure what was different this time, but this trip was incredible and I barely do it justice with mere words on a page. 8 grams brought me to a very special place, one that I am eternally grateful for and happy to have in my life. And being able to share these moments with the one I love is icing on the cake. A delicious, trippy, beautiful cake.
I know I write a lot of these so if you read it all the way through I thank you for your time and am always open to any and all feedback.
Thank you people of the Nexus, this is truly a wonderful place to be!
-TGO-