Thoughts while on drugs

Of the 2 times i did shrooms i originally planned to keep a super detailed trip log, but after half an hour I couldn’t be arsed to write in it. Anyway, first time on shrooms I had some interesting views about time, cause I overheard some guys say “..he’ll be there at 5″. this sounded ridiculous to me
“be there at 5″?? What 2D world are you living in, time isn’t just a line, it’s the universe progressing itself.
Also, a bit on the comedown, I played frisbee with my tripmate, and the two tripsitters. However someone threw the frisbee had so much meaning to me, it’s hard to explain

Shrooms seems to be the consensus “thought” drug so far.

For me it was while on shrooms. I ate a quarter of shrooms one night, pretty intense.
I was at the cottage with about 20 of my friends. The cottage was 3 floors and had a backyard that was followed by a forest.

At first I started off with everyone on the top floor, listening to music and hanging out on the patio, until I started feeling something. As everyone knows, the best way to intensify the trip is to wander somewhere you feel comfortable and take it all in.

At that point I wandered off from the party on the top floor and walked down to the bottom floor. Immediately my trip intensified and I found myself in a hallway with closed doors. I felt very uncomfortable and decided to run to the middle floor. I stood there for two minutes trying to decide if it was where I needed to be while tripping, until some girl came down and started yelling at another girl. I was once again very uncomfortable so I ran back to the top floor.

On the top floor, about 15 people were blasting music, drinking and smoking and I couldn’t take it. I felt as if I didn’t belong anywhere in this house, that the house was full of pretentious beings who had no idea who they were and what they were doing.

After contemplating this thought I decided to exit the back door and head towards the forest. I didn’t plan on entering, I just wanted to be outside in the fresh air.
Immediately my mind was at ease. The fresh air felt like a shower of rejuvenation, the smell smelt like life all around me was trying to impress me with their scent. This was all too invigorating to not want to enter the forest, so I did.

I have NEVER felt so comfortable in my life in this forest. Everything seemed so welcoming, bugs, trees, air, animals. Everything was amazing. I felt one with nature, everything was connected. I sat down in between a large tree, in between the branches and leaves. I was getting hugged by this tree, bugs crawled along my arms, the leaves brushing against my hair…I really felt as if I was exactly where I needed to be and everything around me was trying to tell me that.

I spent over an hour in this forest, alone, until my friends came out to smoke…this made the magical forest uncomfortable again, as if most people in this world pollute nature, just by being around it and doing things they don’t realize. Snapping branches, kicking flowers, smoking cigarettes and throwing the lit butt into the grass. All of this hurt me as much as it hurt the forest and I felt it. It was one of the most intense trips I’ve had on shrooms.

Haha yeah dude I have an entire Memo book on my phone filled with ideas that I only wrote in while pretty baked. It’s really cool because its a little bit like a timeline of my ideas so I can see where earlier on I had an idea, then later I expanded and expanded on it until it was much more complex and taught me so much more. I have this one Memo that talks about how ideas are like tunnels and if you can’t continue to dig your tunnel you’ll never grow and that people get stuck on ideas and thats what causes narrow-mindedness, but that you can always go deeper down the tunnel and continue to learn. It’s pretty neat-O Lol.

I had a nice little tidbit I wrote while coming down from the day:

We are all given a measure of life to spend as we enter the world,
With this life, we can do anything we choose.
Why then, should it be, that anyone chooses less than total exhaustion?

There are those that understand what it is to live,
And it is this feeling of connection that our souls yearn for.

I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I think I had something going on there…@dylmill

The most important things I’ve taken out of shrooms have not been so much thoughts or ideas, but emotions. Emotional reactions to concepts. I wept for myself about a time earlier in the week where I had become so worried, scared, and angry that I practically locked my mind out from all avenues to positivity. I’ve never felt such motherly love for myself as in that instance. After that I peaked so hard that I started understanding the intrinsic nature of cool, and what it means to be hip to the vibe while remaining a totally unique expression.
Another time, I saw from my deck a poorly dressed older man walking, swinging his arms in a pseudo masculine manner. Your stereotypical ignoramus and pervert by appearance. I looked down at my own body and had a sharp emotional reaction to the concept of having sex with a woman I don’t love for the sake of some mental urge. The ugliness of that compared to the transcendent bliss of true lovers circulating their love between each other. It was a very alien emotion to say the least but since then my stance towards sex and relationships has been changing.
The hardest I’ve ever peaked, my second time doing psychedelics, 4g ground up, alone with myself in my apt. I was writing from what seemed like something other than my own hand. I scrawled, The spirit of art is an earnest one. The spirit of the human is an earnest one. I go on for pages in wild hand writing trying to convince the reader that the answer to all human dilemma is human expression, in a manner intended to help me enter this understanding in a sober mindstate. It’s some pretty crazy shit. I came out and said, ‘polarities are our way of proving it doesn’t exist’. Wrongly proving ourselves don’t exist, the avenue to mechanistic nihilistic worldview. I really wanted to stress the transcendent nature of the self is what I was doing I guess. It’s all pretty hard for me to comprehend since I was in basically a perfectly alert, meditative, contemplative state at the time. And now it’s 8 months later and i’m hungover, in my underwear hanging my neck typing into my phone.
Tl;dr, don’t do drugs

@bongodeburrito, so true
my first time on shrooms yielded an awesome realization, that all you need to be happy is in the moment. I mean, 99.9% of your suffering and stress is about what is going to happen.

I was just sitting with a good friend at a lake, listening to nature. That’s all you need, really.

A few weeks before I had gone through a lot of shit, got arrested and locked up in isolation for 2 weeks until I was finally released and they dropped charges, and my school kicked me.

I laughed it off

look within, without a doubt,
examine yourself from the inside out,
then you’ll see that you and me
are not so different in reality

wrote that while slightly high last night heh

@caspar, and @luigiblue, ”that the house was full of pretentious beings who had no idea who they were and what they were doing.”

This exact same feeling came over me under the same circumstances (a shrooms trip, if not an eighth then very close). I find it interesting though that this happened to the both of you as well….I also believe psychedelics allow for an objective look not only at oneself but at a situation, when I was at a party, I also felt like the people there were just playing out a played-out ritual with no clue how to get off the merry-go-round or that they were even on one. It really bothered me that we place so much value on simply milling around a small space drinking alcohol, wasting away the best and healthiest years of our lives, and not trying to do something big or at least different, like the old saying “those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” I felt like our only success was in becoming walking, talking cliches, I felt like all I had become was a Slater-like character (from Dazed and Confused) and was massively disappointed in myself. I think we can safely say shrooms are not a party drug!

@lytning91, “I ended up staying outside because I was just so completely and TOTALLY disinterested in trying to be a party of that monstrous machine”

I know right? It’s crazy, I felt like the party, though it is supposed to be a celebration, though it’s supposed to make us feel good, was just another system, another hierarchy. It made me sad/angry that even in our fun, we create these systems almost as if we can’t help ourselves. What I was hearing was probably hallucinations but it seemed like people were just constantly comparing themselves to one another (jobs, money, status, etc.) and I felt like I could sense through to each of their cores and see their inner ugliness, the savages we are underneath our clothes (metaphorically). It was like some twisted version of Spider-sense, very scary, disappointing, and I too wanted no part of it. I just wanted to run away, but it was freezing out and I was nowhere near anything familiar, nevermind the drugs. Sometimes I wonder, I could be right, but maybe I’m just nuts. Rethinking this makes me consider the possibility that the ugliness I sensed was just my own projected outwards on the people, and that I just need to lighten up. I really don’t know, but what I do know is that next time I trip I want to do so either with a very small amount of people to make sure I don’t get into trouble, or better yet, alone.

Whenever I’m high on marijuana or mushrooms I always get these insights that seem to come to me. I write all of them down. Here’s a few:

“We are the cells inside this universal organ that consists of an infinitely large organ system.”

“You know why I think yoga works? It’s going back to how we should all live, our natural state. All animals stretch, sit in silence, and observe. This is what we are starting to do, going back to our natural state.”

“When you age, there is still always that same “you”, that pure consciousness you have, that is synching up with this three-dimensional biological device.”

“The key is to merge the collective/one consciousness. The gateway is the internet. We need to start communicating with strangers.”

“The observer is observing consciousness collapsing subatomic particles (matter) from the infinite possibility of the future into the present moment. The observer is possibly the spirit some speak of, watching this what seems to be holographic universe occur for a temporary amount of time.”

This next one I think I was sober but just finished meditating for an hour or so.

“Everything is connected. The only way it becomes separate is our brain which distinguishes a chair, being a chair, and a pair of shirts being a collective pair of shirts. Without the brain, everything is one in the same, geometric patterns. Two shirts become one, everything becomes one, including you.”

“Consciousness is non-local, just like quantum particles. Everything is quantum particles in a sense, therefore I am non-local and also have a wave form. When in wave form, particles are in every position possible, they are everywhere and everything. I am made up of these, therefore, I am everything, and so are you.”

We are the food we are the tree, we are the fruit we are the sea, we are the truth eternally, by our nature we are free.