fractaloctopus
mittens
I guess I grew up in a somewhat different household. My first taste of alcohol was when I was less than a year-old. I had colic quite bad, my parents were at their wit's end so my dad dunked my soother in his rum and coke as a last resort. I quieted down almost immediately and fell asleep. Whenever my parents were having a glass of wine with dinner, I had my own glass. It was no bigger than a large thimble at the time, but it made me involved and not excluded from something “adult.” It was never taboo. As I got older I could have a beer with my dad in the summer heat. I learned from early on that alcohol could very easily be used responsibly. As a consequence of this, once I got into high school I never really got into going to house parties to drink all night. It just didn't appeal to me. I saw drinking as a social thing, not a means to get hammered. Given the high school I went to (second from the bottom in the procession of getting expelled from school to school for that area) , this was not a normal mindset. This mindset also leaked over into drugs. Which again at my high school was not normal. Kids were always smoking pot and on more than a few occasions kids came to class on acid (and freaked out). My parents never did drugs around me (I doubt they did much of any drugs at that time anyway) nor did we ever “have the talk” about drugs either. I think they just knew that since I was going out getting hammered on the weekends, I probably wasn't doing any drugs either. They were right.
My first illicit substance was LSD. I was 22 years old. The girlfriend I was seeing at the time was into acid so it only stood to reason that eventually I would try it. It was love at first hit. It was the middle of summer; pretty much the perfect time to dose with friends. We wandered all over the city, from park to park, and ended up under a huge oak tree overlooking the beach. We lounged on the small hill under the tree as my girlfriend's roommate stood in front of us juggling. For at least an hour I felt like I was constantly sliding down the hill, but when I made note of it, I was always back at the top, starting to slide again. I think the hilarity of how convinced I was that this was completely normal operating procedure for hills made me fall in love with acid.
The relationship with the girl only lasted a few months, but I was nearly monogamous with acid for years. Very minor affairs with weed and the many faces of “ecstasy” occurred here and there, but acid was still my substance of choice. But it was never a truly serious, committed relationship. As I drifted in and out of the local rave scene and depending on the woman I was seeing at the time, my drug use waxed and waned.
A very good friend that I've known for years has always smoked pot since the day I met him. For years I never even thought about asking him what other substances he could get. Looking back it's almost laughable, but then again, I wasn't really committed to doing anything on a regular basis. Then I happened to ask him if he knew anyone that I could acid from. I didn't push the issue so it was probably a month or more before he mentioned it again. After being reunited with Lucy it felt like I was home again. Then he mentioned that he had mushrooms too. In fact he's pretty much always had a supply of mushrooms. Again it's almost laughable that I never knew about this previously. I had never been that big on mushrooms, probably because of the blinders that were in place for my first love: acid.
Having both acid and psilocybin at my disposal I began to really pay attention to the differences in the trips. Acid began to feel more and more clinical. Technological to the point of having next to no soul. It felt like watching a movie with no room for my interaction with it. Mushrooms on the other hand felt organic, bursting with life and information. I felt like I was in a one on one lecture with someone who was largely there to teach me, but who I could actually ask questions to and possibly receive answers. After almost two decades with acid, I finally broke up with her. Psilocybin now had what felt like an unshakeable grip on my heart and mind.
After a couple rather profound experiences with mushrooms I started to do more and more research into them. This led me to this site along with another. Of course I began reading more and more about DMT. I have always been searching for more and more profound experiences. As I am quite refractory with any drug I've tried, I was never able to reach the places that I had heard of. I have only ever hallucinated, actually saw something that wasn't there; once. Once in I don't even know how many trips of acid, mushrooms, MDA, and various mixtures thereof. DMT was obviously appealing. I knew nobody who did it. When I was in the rave scene I knew of several people who did it, but I wasn't in touch with them anymore. I asked around, but nobody I knew even had an inkling of who to get it from.
Enter The Nexus. I began reading through most every tek on this forum. At first they looked rather daunting. Then I really read them. They really didn't look that difficult. I took chemistry, biology, and physics all through high school and one semester into university. Doing an extraction looked more and more feasible. A bit more searching and I had all my materials. I'm five extractions in now. Yields are increasing and the processes are getting easier and easier. So far, I think Cyb's Max Ion tek is working the best for me. Snow in July is so incredibly beautiful to see.
My whole mindset on psychedelics has changed. Just a year or so ago if I had access to acid or mushrooms I would have had no qualms about doing them. Time would be found and certain plans sacrificed in order to trip. It was a purely recreational mindset. Now though? I could make a an excursion to hyperspace (or at least in that direction as I haven't broke through yet), but I don't feel any rush to do so. I'm more interested in letting the spice tell me when to visit it, not the other way around. I even find myself almost cringing because of the words “trip,” “drug,” and even “mushroom.” (Oddly enough “spice” just seems to work so well that I don't have an issue with it. Thanks Mr. Herbert.) Those other terms though almost seem derogatory for what they're referring to. Journey, excursion, substance, sacrament, psilocybin, and psilocin just feel like more worthy terms.
Where am I going with all this? I am in this for the long haul. I'm past my “honeymoon” phase. I still do these substances because I look forward to the experiences with anticipation as well as a healthy dose of fear to be honest, but it not just about having fun like it was in the past. I value the terrifying journeys as much as the ecstatic ones. I have definitely strayed from the path of pure recreational use to the path of consciousness and spiritual expansion. So in that vein, I would really like to be a full member of The Nexus. Just as I have finally found a home with the tryptamines Psilocin and Dimethyltriptamine, I feel like I have found another home in The Nexus. As you can probably gather from this post and my trip reports, I do rather like to write so I will hopefully be a source of good content on here. Also as I get more and more involved in doing extractions and possibly exploring other substances I would really like to be able to post in the appropriate sections.
Thanks.
My first illicit substance was LSD. I was 22 years old. The girlfriend I was seeing at the time was into acid so it only stood to reason that eventually I would try it. It was love at first hit. It was the middle of summer; pretty much the perfect time to dose with friends. We wandered all over the city, from park to park, and ended up under a huge oak tree overlooking the beach. We lounged on the small hill under the tree as my girlfriend's roommate stood in front of us juggling. For at least an hour I felt like I was constantly sliding down the hill, but when I made note of it, I was always back at the top, starting to slide again. I think the hilarity of how convinced I was that this was completely normal operating procedure for hills made me fall in love with acid.
The relationship with the girl only lasted a few months, but I was nearly monogamous with acid for years. Very minor affairs with weed and the many faces of “ecstasy” occurred here and there, but acid was still my substance of choice. But it was never a truly serious, committed relationship. As I drifted in and out of the local rave scene and depending on the woman I was seeing at the time, my drug use waxed and waned.
A very good friend that I've known for years has always smoked pot since the day I met him. For years I never even thought about asking him what other substances he could get. Looking back it's almost laughable, but then again, I wasn't really committed to doing anything on a regular basis. Then I happened to ask him if he knew anyone that I could acid from. I didn't push the issue so it was probably a month or more before he mentioned it again. After being reunited with Lucy it felt like I was home again. Then he mentioned that he had mushrooms too. In fact he's pretty much always had a supply of mushrooms. Again it's almost laughable that I never knew about this previously. I had never been that big on mushrooms, probably because of the blinders that were in place for my first love: acid.
Having both acid and psilocybin at my disposal I began to really pay attention to the differences in the trips. Acid began to feel more and more clinical. Technological to the point of having next to no soul. It felt like watching a movie with no room for my interaction with it. Mushrooms on the other hand felt organic, bursting with life and information. I felt like I was in a one on one lecture with someone who was largely there to teach me, but who I could actually ask questions to and possibly receive answers. After almost two decades with acid, I finally broke up with her. Psilocybin now had what felt like an unshakeable grip on my heart and mind.
After a couple rather profound experiences with mushrooms I started to do more and more research into them. This led me to this site along with another. Of course I began reading more and more about DMT. I have always been searching for more and more profound experiences. As I am quite refractory with any drug I've tried, I was never able to reach the places that I had heard of. I have only ever hallucinated, actually saw something that wasn't there; once. Once in I don't even know how many trips of acid, mushrooms, MDA, and various mixtures thereof. DMT was obviously appealing. I knew nobody who did it. When I was in the rave scene I knew of several people who did it, but I wasn't in touch with them anymore. I asked around, but nobody I knew even had an inkling of who to get it from.
Enter The Nexus. I began reading through most every tek on this forum. At first they looked rather daunting. Then I really read them. They really didn't look that difficult. I took chemistry, biology, and physics all through high school and one semester into university. Doing an extraction looked more and more feasible. A bit more searching and I had all my materials. I'm five extractions in now. Yields are increasing and the processes are getting easier and easier. So far, I think Cyb's Max Ion tek is working the best for me. Snow in July is so incredibly beautiful to see.
My whole mindset on psychedelics has changed. Just a year or so ago if I had access to acid or mushrooms I would have had no qualms about doing them. Time would be found and certain plans sacrificed in order to trip. It was a purely recreational mindset. Now though? I could make a an excursion to hyperspace (or at least in that direction as I haven't broke through yet), but I don't feel any rush to do so. I'm more interested in letting the spice tell me when to visit it, not the other way around. I even find myself almost cringing because of the words “trip,” “drug,” and even “mushroom.” (Oddly enough “spice” just seems to work so well that I don't have an issue with it. Thanks Mr. Herbert.) Those other terms though almost seem derogatory for what they're referring to. Journey, excursion, substance, sacrament, psilocybin, and psilocin just feel like more worthy terms.
Where am I going with all this? I am in this for the long haul. I'm past my “honeymoon” phase. I still do these substances because I look forward to the experiences with anticipation as well as a healthy dose of fear to be honest, but it not just about having fun like it was in the past. I value the terrifying journeys as much as the ecstatic ones. I have definitely strayed from the path of pure recreational use to the path of consciousness and spiritual expansion. So in that vein, I would really like to be a full member of The Nexus. Just as I have finally found a home with the tryptamines Psilocin and Dimethyltriptamine, I feel like I have found another home in The Nexus. As you can probably gather from this post and my trip reports, I do rather like to write so I will hopefully be a source of good content on here. Also as I get more and more involved in doing extractions and possibly exploring other substances I would really like to be able to post in the appropriate sections.
Thanks.