mikek420
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More to come and shit when it all goes two d and not tasting like purple
600 mics LSD 100 mg MDMA 1.5 g penis envy shrooms 7+ grams of good Cali weed + alcohol.
My first trip on MDMA and also first time tripping with just the right buzz.
Will have to say I won't be doing the MDMA again, just the wrong feel for me personally. I am still having full on level 3 visuals and cev after dosing right around 9.
Watched teenage mutant ninja turtles which totally described a dmt trip to a t.the entire movie. Something I have seen before(the story plot line. I'd lever seen it before and the braingasms...) I have a massive headache tho so I'm not sure if that's a result of the alcohol or mdma? I've never taken MDMA before today. But yeah. I can finally see my hand in front of my face that's a + more to come when I'm more sober!
Went to my Buddy's house at 830. We had plans to stay all night and do a bunch of LSD and stuff. 8 pm I had 2 beers as well. First trip on alcohol. I get to P's house and split the acid. Right as I put it in my mouth, he tells me he girl has to work super early and he has to take me home we can't trip tonight... Fuckk. I spit it out and put it up, rolling the fattest dmt blunt ever. We then roll a 1.5 gram blunt and smoke. If I gotta go home tonight might as well be high right?
We finish smoking and I show him the mdma. He asks if I want him to make a line for me. Why not? MDMA isn't gonna have me frying my brain so go for it, I can face my folks on anything! He proceeds to give me a fat .150 grams (we had a scale, is this a lot? My first. Time on mdma) which I snort. Not two minutes later he says his girl changed her mind its back on! We are tripping tonight son!!!
I devour 500 mics of LSD. He then trades me one hit for the rest of the molly. 600 mics total down the hatch. Things are about to be groovy man. I grab 1.5 grams penis envy shrooms, powdered them but no limon. Damn. We start playing Mario. Old school the very first one. Within a few minutes it seemed like everything Mario did I could taste. Like the *ching* of the coins tasted purple. The mushrooms he ate to get bigger? I got mushroom chills each time he ate them on screen. I lost track of time we played Mario for what seemed like hours. Too long anyway. I was seeing the coins in the room. Tasting the shrooms when Mario did. We decided to go watch teenage mutant ninja turtles
*I will add to this when I watch the movie again sober. I will say I think I peaked on this movie but the peak was at least 2 hours so I don't know. My track of time got fucked up with Mario from the start. But for a couple glorious hours. Ninja turtles in the room. The TV was maybe 24-30 inches. While I was peaking the screen went about 4 feet deep, 8 feet wide and 5 feet tall. And that movie was like a perfect description of a 4acodmt trip I had, which is why I WILL elaborate on it later.*
I remembered telling P that the movie on LSD was giving my brain a huge orgasm. Just absolutely mental bliss even though the "plot" that I was following was probably something in my own head.
We take a break in between movies to smoke more. We go hard smoking about 5-6 grams in one sitting. I mention to P that I don't feel weed high anymore. Like I'm getting higher by smoking but its making the acid go crazy when the weed buzz was nonexistent. at this point we play Mario again, only this time I hear *ching* before he gets the coin. We just couldn't pass it but we were thinking how Mario is just an analogy for us. He eats the shrooms. Gains power. Does stuff. Dies. Comes back rinse and repeat. I just felt like telling him, I know your pain Mario. It ft as if I had died and come back thousands of times each time doomed to repeat certain shortcomings.
Every time I closed my eyes I would get full picture scenes but it would all be a jumble of lights and flowers and waterfalls. Triangles and rotating circles. Its right around this point, where I realized the ENTIRE time I had been moving my hands around but couldn't see my hands. I had all of these visuals. Yet my body (I'm Hispanic and dark) from what I could "see" was just a ball of light. I saw the "hand" because "I" wanted to see "myself" in something familiar. So instead of my normal brown arm, it was
that is my favorite emoticon (is that what it is?) Because THAT is exactly what I see and feel. When I'm where "I" want to be. I want my energy to be light like
his body is so full of energy. The time is roughly 430. But every thing is coming alive so hardcore. Like I'm still peaking. Visuals inside of visuals. I didn't even smoke the DMT. I should have but... I was deep as is. We watch transformers 2 in which I literally lived each characters entire life out. And the characters were so deep. I know that a lot of the people are acting very shallow in the movie though, and it makes me feel bad because those people just missed out on the lesson of transformers! The visuals started to die hardcore around the middle of the movie, which was basically dying from a 9pm-4am +5 to a 5am-10am +3
At the end of transformers we smoke more weed, which potentiates the trip more lol. By 8 am I'm just thinking holy crap that was amazing. Now I got shit to do so let's do it while everything feels so good. I take P out to IHOP for coffee and breakfast. We kinda get ignored for a while but eventually get taken care of and it's all good. The seats in the whole restaurant are softly morphing and just won't stay still. The food tastes amazing.
I make it to my parents house around 10. Seeing words and shit in the carpet. Hi mom bye mom lol, slept for an hour, took an amazing long hot shower, got ready for court, we to court sat around for an hour still seeing words and shit in the carpet. Peoples faces not morphing too much. Things slowed down for introspection. I started thinking about this particular cop who has been harassing me, and I just get it. This one guy is a dirty crooked cop. Probably not like that but I know that if I ever seen by him I'll get stopped. And I laugh to myself because I realize that what the officer has done is wrong. And that there is no way I could lose a simple case, and I saw the grey hair men wearing their black dresses. They look so silly wearing robes and pretending to have pomp and circumstances. But when they die. That is when we really get judged. So I suddenly had no fear of them. I will continue what I do, hopefully the police force realizes that I will now fight back if you give me a bogus ticket or file false papers. And their "enforcement" of some "laws" makes me wonder. Who out there is saying LSD and weed and all of this shit is bad? Why is there so much negative stigmata attached to something that opens our blind eyes? It must be the negative part to the sine wave, and each negative must have a positive. I just felt so good. I can, and will do what I want, because the wants of "I" are better than the wants of some. I'm not quite sure how to sum that last part up from the courthouse. It was just some intense macrovision I guess. I get out of court, get a drink. Some Gatorade. I gotta replenish my body.
This was absolutely the hardest I have ever tripped in my entire life. I've done acid a lot. Like 300-400 times in the last decade.
And this trip right here, boy howdy did I go deep in the rabbit hole. The mdma seems to have made the acid hit softer and then once it hit, it kept the acid right in my face.
I don't think I'll trip again on alcohol. It was really nice the buzz, had any psychedelic edge to a minimum until the trip was in my face. Not sure I'd do the mdma either. It was fun. Like real fun. I'm afraid tho because it literally went from 830 to 1-2 am and a +5 trip in 23 seconds. I want to feel the LSD build up.
And finally, I mentioned in the comments already but. The acid I got today. I had this feeling, and I realize I've been getting it with 1 mg of acid sitting next to me. Every time I buy a 10 strip. I feel it. I can put it away and sense that it is close. Its almost like I can taste it before anything happens. I'm starting to get sensitive to this entheogen. And I get the feeling that it senses me too. I can't explain that either. Just like how when I eat acid, I taste bitter with my legs. My fucking legs tell my brain that something electrical tasting is in my body (electric-bitter taste to me)
600 mics LSD 100 mg MDMA 1.5 g penis envy shrooms 7+ grams of good Cali weed + alcohol.
My first trip on MDMA and also first time tripping with just the right buzz.
Will have to say I won't be doing the MDMA again, just the wrong feel for me personally. I am still having full on level 3 visuals and cev after dosing right around 9.
Watched teenage mutant ninja turtles which totally described a dmt trip to a t.the entire movie. Something I have seen before(the story plot line. I'd lever seen it before and the braingasms...) I have a massive headache tho so I'm not sure if that's a result of the alcohol or mdma? I've never taken MDMA before today. But yeah. I can finally see my hand in front of my face that's a + more to come when I'm more sober!
Went to my Buddy's house at 830. We had plans to stay all night and do a bunch of LSD and stuff. 8 pm I had 2 beers as well. First trip on alcohol. I get to P's house and split the acid. Right as I put it in my mouth, he tells me he girl has to work super early and he has to take me home we can't trip tonight... Fuckk. I spit it out and put it up, rolling the fattest dmt blunt ever. We then roll a 1.5 gram blunt and smoke. If I gotta go home tonight might as well be high right?
We finish smoking and I show him the mdma. He asks if I want him to make a line for me. Why not? MDMA isn't gonna have me frying my brain so go for it, I can face my folks on anything! He proceeds to give me a fat .150 grams (we had a scale, is this a lot? My first. Time on mdma) which I snort. Not two minutes later he says his girl changed her mind its back on! We are tripping tonight son!!!
I devour 500 mics of LSD. He then trades me one hit for the rest of the molly. 600 mics total down the hatch. Things are about to be groovy man. I grab 1.5 grams penis envy shrooms, powdered them but no limon. Damn. We start playing Mario. Old school the very first one. Within a few minutes it seemed like everything Mario did I could taste. Like the *ching* of the coins tasted purple. The mushrooms he ate to get bigger? I got mushroom chills each time he ate them on screen. I lost track of time we played Mario for what seemed like hours. Too long anyway. I was seeing the coins in the room. Tasting the shrooms when Mario did. We decided to go watch teenage mutant ninja turtles
*I will add to this when I watch the movie again sober. I will say I think I peaked on this movie but the peak was at least 2 hours so I don't know. My track of time got fucked up with Mario from the start. But for a couple glorious hours. Ninja turtles in the room. The TV was maybe 24-30 inches. While I was peaking the screen went about 4 feet deep, 8 feet wide and 5 feet tall. And that movie was like a perfect description of a 4acodmt trip I had, which is why I WILL elaborate on it later.*
I remembered telling P that the movie on LSD was giving my brain a huge orgasm. Just absolutely mental bliss even though the "plot" that I was following was probably something in my own head.
We take a break in between movies to smoke more. We go hard smoking about 5-6 grams in one sitting. I mention to P that I don't feel weed high anymore. Like I'm getting higher by smoking but its making the acid go crazy when the weed buzz was nonexistent. at this point we play Mario again, only this time I hear *ching* before he gets the coin. We just couldn't pass it but we were thinking how Mario is just an analogy for us. He eats the shrooms. Gains power. Does stuff. Dies. Comes back rinse and repeat. I just felt like telling him, I know your pain Mario. It ft as if I had died and come back thousands of times each time doomed to repeat certain shortcomings.
Every time I closed my eyes I would get full picture scenes but it would all be a jumble of lights and flowers and waterfalls. Triangles and rotating circles. Its right around this point, where I realized the ENTIRE time I had been moving my hands around but couldn't see my hands. I had all of these visuals. Yet my body (I'm Hispanic and dark) from what I could "see" was just a ball of light. I saw the "hand" because "I" wanted to see "myself" in something familiar. So instead of my normal brown arm, it was
At the end of transformers we smoke more weed, which potentiates the trip more lol. By 8 am I'm just thinking holy crap that was amazing. Now I got shit to do so let's do it while everything feels so good. I take P out to IHOP for coffee and breakfast. We kinda get ignored for a while but eventually get taken care of and it's all good. The seats in the whole restaurant are softly morphing and just won't stay still. The food tastes amazing.
I make it to my parents house around 10. Seeing words and shit in the carpet. Hi mom bye mom lol, slept for an hour, took an amazing long hot shower, got ready for court, we to court sat around for an hour still seeing words and shit in the carpet. Peoples faces not morphing too much. Things slowed down for introspection. I started thinking about this particular cop who has been harassing me, and I just get it. This one guy is a dirty crooked cop. Probably not like that but I know that if I ever seen by him I'll get stopped. And I laugh to myself because I realize that what the officer has done is wrong. And that there is no way I could lose a simple case, and I saw the grey hair men wearing their black dresses. They look so silly wearing robes and pretending to have pomp and circumstances. But when they die. That is when we really get judged. So I suddenly had no fear of them. I will continue what I do, hopefully the police force realizes that I will now fight back if you give me a bogus ticket or file false papers. And their "enforcement" of some "laws" makes me wonder. Who out there is saying LSD and weed and all of this shit is bad? Why is there so much negative stigmata attached to something that opens our blind eyes? It must be the negative part to the sine wave, and each negative must have a positive. I just felt so good. I can, and will do what I want, because the wants of "I" are better than the wants of some. I'm not quite sure how to sum that last part up from the courthouse. It was just some intense macrovision I guess. I get out of court, get a drink. Some Gatorade. I gotta replenish my body.
This was absolutely the hardest I have ever tripped in my entire life. I've done acid a lot. Like 300-400 times in the last decade.
And this trip right here, boy howdy did I go deep in the rabbit hole. The mdma seems to have made the acid hit softer and then once it hit, it kept the acid right in my face.
I don't think I'll trip again on alcohol. It was really nice the buzz, had any psychedelic edge to a minimum until the trip was in my face. Not sure I'd do the mdma either. It was fun. Like real fun. I'm afraid tho because it literally went from 830 to 1-2 am and a +5 trip in 23 seconds. I want to feel the LSD build up.
And finally, I mentioned in the comments already but. The acid I got today. I had this feeling, and I realize I've been getting it with 1 mg of acid sitting next to me. Every time I buy a 10 strip. I feel it. I can put it away and sense that it is close. Its almost like I can taste it before anything happens. I'm starting to get sensitive to this entheogen. And I get the feeling that it senses me too. I can't explain that either. Just like how when I eat acid, I taste bitter with my legs. My fucking legs tell my brain that something electrical tasting is in my body (electric-bitter taste to me)
