Nature and the perversions of society

Picked a 1/4th of good pins for my trip to the beach with my brother and a few of my old time friends. We each dosed one gram (These were verrrrrrrrry potent ones) and started the walk to the beach. By the time we got to the beach things were starting to kick in. The waves towered above us and a dark mist was rolling in from the ocean. We walked down the coast for awhile admiring the mist, the ocean, and the wildlife in the area. The sand was swirling and the Earth was breathing the entire time, the sight of it all took my breath away and gave me a new appreciation for my role in the world and the universe. I began to feel like a reeeeeeeeeal nature child at this point.

After about an hour and a half we decided to go back to my friend's house. We crossed a major highway and decided to fuck around with the cars (Was not a great idea looking back on it). The walk to my friend's house was a blast. The houses melted and twisted in my vision, cars speeding past were nothing but a collection of lines left by their lights. When we got to the house the baby that lived there was being taken out by her mom so we did not have to worry about tripping nuts around the young child. We chilled for a bit, played guitar, and talked about random topics for awhile.

Then, the trip got serious. Kids that I had known in middle school (~8 years ago) started showing up to the house. Most of them were fucked up on blues and I instantly realized that when I saw them. Seeing one of them sent me into a spiral of thought about the perversions of society and the consequences that rained down upon these lost kids. They all carried knives/guns and their stash of ~200 berries on them. They smelled of addiction to money and lack of a conscience. They talked of robbing people, fights they had gotten in, and a slew of things they had done over the years since I had last seen them.

I decided at this point that I was going to bounce, I was coming down from a good six hour trip and they were pushing me to sell them the rest of my mushrooms and were trying to buy weed while the young child was around. Me and my brother bounced back to my mother's house and chilled there.

For the rest of the night I thought about what would happen to these kids, the situations that they had put themselves in, and how happy I was that I won my war over addiction back in 10th grade. I pondered my health, my family, and the future choices I would make in life.

Then I realized I had a shit load of mushrooms left and nothing to do with them. Now I have enough to introduce my friend to mushrooms and have an intense solo trip.

Cheers to shrooms and their magic

 

I have felt very similar feelings while shrooming and thinking about the friends I grew up with in highschool. We were all stoners most of them got in too heavy drinking, cocaine, ecstacy, and meth. I was the only one who got into psychedelics. Psychedelics allow you to see yourself behind your ego (even if you dont experience ego death.) with this introspection you can really make good life choices if you decide too.
I am the only one in out of my group of friends that is attending college, and I believe I am at a much more sane consious level in my mind, and Ive been dosing on psychedelices onece every few months for almost 4 years now. Its really quite sad.

PS I love tripping on the beach, the power of the ocean is incredible....
I enjoyed your post friend.

 

^^^i feel like i'm going to be in your exact same position when i get to your age. I'm in highschool right now and i'm the only one out of my friends that do drugs that sticks to only psychedelics and they just keep trying worse things like coke n heroin

 

i was just thinking something similar today,. I had my freinds Paul, Perri, And Ross. They were triplets.. All them used to be so into psychedelics. I remember grabbing sheets off Ross and hes say "i dont mess with my brothers anymore" and I couldnt figure out why, then he said they smoked the crack. While I never really seen the difference with people who smoked crack at first.. It hit me while visiting Ross . Hes all laid back no trouble with his relationship, his brothers are fighting with the GF's and having money problems.. His brothers quit following the Dead, before Jerry even died. Then after he did die they were all fucked up cause they missed the best show of Jerry's life. So they just smoked more crack..