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the biggest mindfuck of all

 

why would you mess with someone who is trippin for the first time? It just seems very inconsiderate to do when you convinced him to trip in the first place. Cruel really. I have met others like this though and it terrifies me. It seems sick to enjoy messing with someone else's mind when they are not in complete control of it.

 

mara-aum, I've been fairly afraid of the day I run into aliens. But now you make me sort of intrigued.

 

What aliens means? Alien to what? Earth?

 

wow that was incredible...im almost feel like you lived the "impossible" ...but the the thing is- anything is possible.

 

they never spoke to me about where they were from--be it another planet or dimension. BUT they felt like physical beings--i could see them with my naked eye & they didn't come in like a spirit, ghost, or angel. they looked REALLY REALLY weird to--with long fingers....the closest i ever got was waking up in bed one night (i was sober) and 2 of them were at the foot of my bed. all i heard was "sleep" in my head and that's all i remember. its was a CRAZY experience & my life changed ABRUPTLY right after.

they were very kind...all i remember was that i felt kind of like a kitten at a kind vet's office...it felt as though they were examining me/treating me like a vet would. at the time my assumption was that they were from another planet--its what just what it felt like (they never said) --3xi thinks its likely from another dimension. personally i don't care...wherever they are from i am grateful. they have only blessed me.

 

no fear buddy..its all good. i pray to them the same way i pray to saints or trees for guidance and intercession....and miracles manifest in CRAZY ways when you are dealing with aliens...they are WONDERFUL!!!!!!! i think they are WAY WAY WAY more evolved than us and they are interested in helping us catch up a bit so we don't make ourselves extinct.

 

I had just woken up from a 3 day birthday-binge of xanax, coke, weed, n20, and alcohol. My good trip buddy with the same name as me, which we call '2', came over to my house to deliver me 2 boxes of whippets in exchange for some greenery. We got to talking about our friend 'P' we trip with, and how we should go to flagstaff and visit him.

10 minutes later I'm leaving my house with a pizza box with 1 ounce and 2 1/8ths of funguys along with 4 hits of high potency blotter acid and some chronic, 2 whippet boxes on top of that. we put the psychedelic domino's box in the trunk and head for the freeway, but soon find we dont even know how to get to Flagstaff, Arizona! I call my dad and we get on the freeway. From this point on we had to stop at gas stations and read maps to get where we were going. I was on nitrous oxide eating and chainsmoking the whole way there lol.

We finally pull into the college at flagstaff where our buddy stays. We head into his dorm room and open up the pizza box, I gave '2' 2 hits, i took one hit, and P took 2 hits that he bought from his roommate (all same quality). I trade a 1/4 of shrooms for an 1/8th of chronic (since i smoked all of it on the way) and we end up driving to some lake within 20 minutes after taking the acid.

I felt the body fry kicking in after 30 minutes, and it didn't stop kicking in until we drove back from the freezing cold lake and got to the dorm rooms. we sat in the lounge and looked around, then were all just like "DUDE...!" everything looked so shiny and new, the lines on the couches were of every color imaginable, the ceiling had these square indentations in it everywhere that breathed and danced. We busted out a deck of cards and proceeded to play war and talk nonsense for hours on end. We laughed hysterically as there were sober kids in the room that went to the college, that had no clue we were all off our rocker.. again

after alot of cards we went outside in the sun to walk around. messed around in the ROTC training camp for a while, then we headed back to the car and as we decided to go see the grand canyon. it was hour 8 when we left for the grand canyon, and we had all been off our peak for an hour or so. we got all the way there but you have to pay 25$ to get in! so we said fuck that, and wandered in the woods for 3 hours fuckin around.

On the way back the clouds looked unreal, everything was painted on perfectly. We got back to the dorms and met a bunch of other stoner kids, toked up, and went to "The Place" which is basically a small lil 24/7 breakfast diner thats cheaper and better than Denny's. The ounce of fungus I had brought was already sold by that time, and the trip was paid for in full. We headed back to the dorm to watch some southpark DVD's until we all passed out.

Even though I only took one dose, it was surprisingly 150mics like my friend had said. I felt stupid for taking 2-4 hits in past trips when I only really needed one. Plus the scenery was great. Las Vegas is a bad place to do psychedelic drugs..

 

its not like i fucked with him the whole trip. i coulda really fucked him up. nah. i was just fuckin around man. thats how me and my friends trip. we fuck with eachother. it makes it fun. umm ive been fucked with plenty of times. when people fuck with you it really puts you into the deep end. you never hear of an acid frenzy?

 

Right on Brother, we have a lot in common. Bless thee, LSD! <333 (Seriously, I'd praise it if it were a religion)

I posted that before I noticed the other 2 pages of posts, ahha...
Great stories guys, I'm lovin' it - Keep them coming! I'll have more stories once I find some... Tired of telling all the old ones, but there tend to be a lot after so many years. xD

 

I'm not sure how many of you have been to Asia. As a white man, there is an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. It always occurred to me if I were in need of help, I would not be able to find it. The asians would just look on with their blank yellow faces.
Well I'm a bit of a scuba diver and traveler as well. I stayed in Okinawa for over a month to dive. The island is has its beautiful parts, especially underwater. I am very well skilled as a diver, but the thought entered my head about tripping underwater. The idea alone is exciting. I went to a place called "Suicide Cliffs", it was named from WW2 when the Japanese marched women and childred off the cliffs, fearing the Americans would rape and kill them. The place is ominous sober to say the least.
I suited up with a friend and checked my gear, and dropped 6 hits of pretty good cid. We sat and talked and waited for it to kick in before we hiked the hundred meters or so over the coral to the dropoff. I figured I had about 40 minutes underwater and was completely in control of time. The water was beautiful as it swallowed us. Like clockwork, tripping underwater was everything I ever dreamt of. Beautiful fish everywhere coming at us in strange angles. Tracers from their bubbles ,it was grand. We explored the bottom and saw clams close up in fear. They made these terrible squeeking sounds when they closed. Like if you were to chew styrofoam. All of the plants and corals that close up and sink into tubes and holes mesmorized me.
We made our accent, and laughed at the dreamworld we just left. Back at my hotel is when I basically freaked out. I looked in the mirror and saw those open clams buried into my cheeks and my throat. I would go to touch them and they would close and make that terrible squeek. I wigged out and tried to take a nap. I'm not sure if I was asleep or dreaming or what. But I was walking towards myself sleeping and I had all the plants and coral growing up out of my body and they were singing this mystical tune I had never heard. As I got closer to my body they all sucked in fast, and my body woke up screaming. I was still watching my body scream. Another six hours or more of torture imagining everything I had seen underwater on my body followed. While underwater it was peace and grand. Submerged was just a total nightmare. Never dive while under any drug! But if you must, make sure you leave everything at the ocean.

 

I've never talked to god or the aliens or any thing like that. But I do look through a telescope( a high powered 16in lens telescope.) I can see great detail in orion's nebula, the crab nebula, or the beautiful rings of saturn. This is all while sober. Taken some acid many times and peered into that thing and it becomes an instrument like no other. At first it's kind of confusing typing in numbers of coordinates, and focusing, but you get the hang of it. The wonderful part of peering into the universe is it's the kind of thing you try to do without a telescope. A profound thing to know is that you're looking into the past while viewing deep space. This is so transcending that humans can weild such tools. It almost seems that I should not know what I'm knowing. Peaking into the trip, the visuals from real life galaxies and nebulas surpass anything you've ever attempted to look at here on earth. Tonight I look at Mars, as it will the brightest it will be for a long time. What does it all mean? While tripping I figured that the biggest and smallest thing we know are both the same. Space and Atoms, cells... The sun being our nucleus, the planets neutrons and protons. There is no catharsis or big break through in this notion, but it just makes a bit more sense.
I suggest to all who have the ability, use the ability or attain the ability, to peer into the looking glass, while swirling through a trip. There is knowledge up there; it begs for students.

 

Originally Posted by myCHAINisGUCCI
i convinced my best friend to trip with me, and he had never done it before. we just went crazy. ummm for a while i was fucking with him and making him believe i was some sort of prophet. haha. umm we decided to just have our other friends drive us around to different parties. we kind of just went nuts. i freaked out alot of people. it was fun.

why would you mess with someone who is trippin for the first time? It just seems very inconsiderate to do when you convinced him to trip in the first place. Cruel really. I have met others like this though and it terrifies me. It seems sick to enjoy messing with someone else's mind when they are not in complete control of it.

Fucking Hilarious.

 

What I meant with this question is that I feel "one" even with them, with everything, we all share the same Source, no matter witch planet, dimension, reality....... I meant that word alien is such an ugly one and when you say it, it automaticaly pushes you away, it means almost that something doesn't belong somewhere. I think it is the word that it is scaring people not the actual creatures, I just think it is not fare word, it automaticaly acuses somebody that he came somewhere where he shouldn't be. And who are we to decide who should be where? I think everyone is welcome everywhere and we are all "one". Is it more clear now what I asked?
Anyway, I love every post of yours, because you actualy say something all the time, it is not just a bunch of words witch doesn't mean anything, it is always covered with strong feelings. Well done!

 

All Right Here Goes.

I took the acid with three other friends. One of them was slaughtering people in assassin's creed, a video game, and the sound was turned up loud so it made everything intense. My other friend had a cowbell on and he had his hands over his forehead, and he was saying, "Let our mind's eye guide us" and he walked outside. The game was getting to intense so I followed him. We smoked a cigarette and I felt dizzy. My third friend had a butter knife and he kept pretending to murder each one of us with it. When I had a moment to think... feel... exist... be, I don't know everything was one, like all my senses were unfiltered and I was everything and my consciousness was the center from which I felt out everything else. I felt like a spaceship this biological heap that traveled through time and space, I was a god in this strange landscape. But then I realized so was everyone else. Our consciousness, that "I" which everyone is, is god, is humanity. We are the world, the world is us. My entire body was in a dance of existence, vibrating, pulsing, eternity was in this moment. The next day I returned to the normal world, but I was still in the aftereffects of the trip, I had gotten no sleep and had to go to work and I got paid for five hours to wander around in a drug-induced daze. And I realized how much I fucking hate this guy that I work with, he can't speak English correctly and I can't ever fucking understand him, that would be alright if it weren't for the fact that he's always telling me how to do my goddamn job. When he got off and was leaving he told I had to prepare or when the rush happened I would get my ass kicked, I simply replied, "Awesome."

 

yup--i hear you. my issue is that by describing them as just 'beings' may imply angels, ghosts etc--and these were specifically not angels or ghosts. they were DEFINATELY not from here--it certainly doesn't make me love them any less--its the opposite--the fact that they would make the trip and use that energy for me is....i dunno what it is lol...i'm just sooooooooo grateful. the word is frightening to some--i guess i try to be their spokesperson...to tell people that YES! they exist--i have seen them (and not just high) and they are kind, loving and wonderful and can manifest miracles like handing out candy!

the whole "he came somewhere he shouldn't be" i disagree with. that has never come to mind. when i say that something is alien--not from here --i certainly don't mean he shouldn't be here. they should DEFINATELY be here--we need them at this point in evolution...but they are definately not from here. but like i said before--i don't care where they are from, i am sooooo grateful.

 

I isolated myself in a dark room, and started to think until my thoughts were the faces of these kind of worms whose bodies were like the unseen dimensions of my thoughts, probably like roots deep into my subconscious, where the images aren't so coherent and yet are definitely connected to the 'face' of the thought.

After that it was a series of scenarios-- being judged by these overbearing judge-figures though I'm not sure how many there were, some kind of weird sex orgy involving abstract openings in my 'body', of course not my physical self but the physical self I imagine when I imagine my physical self and can feel it yet can't see it, envisioning some psychic aberration like a small demon attaching itself to me and following me back into my normal consciousness, and yet I had somehow chosen this and wasn't completely opposed to the idea.

Anyway, this was a really long time ago and I've not done acid for about 12 years, because there are much better ways to open your mind.

 

im not an asshole or anything. just gotta love mind games. i try to freak myself out when im on acid sometimes. its fun.

 

i dont like when people fuck with me like that gucci. my very first time tripping we were watching this incubus dvd that i had never seen before. well apparently it has crazy effects that you can turn on and off while it is playing. so i thought acid was just insane and making me see crazy shit and this is only 5 mins after i took it and everyone else was in on it and laughing and was like "We only see a concert dude, what the fuck are you seeing".


it kinda ruined the night cuz i didn't feel like i could trust them with anything.

 

hahahaha. u just gotta get em back.