My buddy convinced me to create an account and post this here...so I hope that I'm a decent enough writer for you all to enjoy this tale of my day. I'll try to make it interesting to read.
I'd been eating psychedelics quite frequently lately (about once or twice a month for the last few months), but only in small doses. A tab or 2 of L here...a gram or 2 of mushrooms there, and all that had been doing is making me crave a really introspective and hard psychedelic trip. I felt like I needed to go as deep as I could possibly handle. So I marked my calendar and got ready.
It was Thursday, December 21st. A dark, cold and shitty morning. My wife woke up at 6:00am to get ready to go to work. While she was showering and blow drying her hair and all that lady shit, I was laying in bed trying to prepare my mind for what was about to take place. She left at 7:00, and as soon as the door closed behind her I started getting ready for my day. I got up and threw on some sweats and headed out. I needed to go to the dry cleaners to drop off some shit, then go to the grocery store to get drinks and whatnot for the day. I knew once I started my journey, there would be no leaving the house so I had to get all of my errands and bullshit done ahead of time.
I get home about 8ish and start to prepare my breakfast. 3 scrambled eggs with a side of 9 grams of mushrooms. I eat my shrooms raw, no lemontek or any of that. So I shoved a gram or so of shrooms into my mouth followed by a large fork full of eggs to try to dilute the taste. At this point I was getting anxious and nervous about the trip, so I decided not to eat the entire bag. I ended up eating roughly 7 grams of the mushrooms mixed with my eggs. It is now 8:30am. As I start to do my dishes and clean up the apartment a little, I feel them start to take hold. So I sit down, take a couple of bong rips, then head off for the shower. The warm water feels amazing. I have TETIOS by Papadosio playing on the bluetooth speaker, and I am jamming out while watching the stone tiles in the shower swirl about. It kept getting more and more intense, I felt very heavy, and almost in a trance like state. I was only able to make myself get out of the shower after all of the hot water was gone and the cold became uncomfortable.
I get out of the shower, dry off, and start to examine myself in the mirror. Laughing at how ridiculous I looked standing there high as a Georgia Pine. I had never really realized how much people resemble monkeys. "I'm not a person at all, I'm a God damn animal" I think to myself. Then the voice in my head starts to ask me, "Why would you leave those few grams in the bag? You wanted to go as deep as possible...so go as deep as possible you fucking pussy". I head out to the couch, take another bong rip and grab my mushroom bag. Then I head to the fridge to get some fudge to eat with my mushrooms. I find myself back in the bathroom, staring myself in the mirror, shoving 2 more grams of mushrooms in my mouth followed by a large hunk of fudge. I start laughing again at how ridiculous I look making these over-exaggerated chewing faces trying to choke down this mouthful of food. The lights are bright and all of the hairs on my body appear to be dancing in the wind even though there is no wind at all. I'm standing there looking at myself laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. I then lean over and press my forehead against the mirror for some reason, and this really made me laugh! My eyes had combined into one big cyclopse eye in the middle of my forehead. I'm standing there rolling my forehead around the mirror laughing and again, I'm thinking "I am not human. I'm some wild mythical beast!" I look at the clock, and it is only 10:30am. Damn, I feel like I've been staring at myself for hours. I expected my wife to get home from work soon, but my day had only really just started. I go back out to the living room, and it is much darker and colder feeling than the bathroom. So I check my phone, take another couple of bong rips, and lay down on the couch. Papadosio (Live set from 5-2-13) is still on in the background and my mind begins to wander to thoughts of time and death. What is time? How could I have already experienced an entire days worth of events but its only been a couple of hours? How can I have days at work that drag out and feel like weeks, and other days that feel like the blink of an eye? What is death? When will I die? Will it hurt? Will there be something else after death, or just the nothingness that I encountered before birth? Either way is beautiful and I became okay with the idea.
My closed and open eye visuals begin to intensify, but the voice in the back of my head is still telling me, "you ain't seen nothing yet. Go deeper" So I head to my drug stash, grab 2 hits of L, stick them under my tongue, grab my bag of DMT and my DMT pipe, and head back to the living room. I now know that shit is going to get insane, so I begin to prep as much as I can. I take a few more bong rips, get myself a big glass of water, and meditate for a about 20 minutes before I start to fill my bathtub to blast off. As the bathtub fills, I change the music to Random Rab. They don't call Rab the master of emotions for nothing...his shit is AMAZING.
The tub is full, the lights are off, a candle is lit, Journey to the Eye of the Whale by Rab is on the speakers, the L is taking hold alongside the mushrooms, and I have a big bowl of DMT loaded. (I don't know the mg dose of DMT, I always just sprinkle what seems like a decent amount on top of the ash from my previous bowl, then cover that with a pinch of weed). "Here we go"
It is now 12:30pm. I take a big rip, holding the lighter slightly above the weed to melt and vaporize the DMT. I hold if for as long as I can, then gasp out an exhale before going immediately back with my next breath. Again I hold it as long as I can before gasping out an exhale. My body is tingling, my blood is flowing, and I'm starting to feel it. One more big rip should send me over the edge. I take my rip, and my body is feeling the DMT flow though, but the visuals aren't there. It is the opposite, everything looks completely normal. I'm not even having the mushroom or LSD visuals. However, everything is very speedy. I find my head darting around the dark bathroom. That is when I notice that if I look down, I'm looking into an empty tub with completely calm water. I splash around by moving my legs...but I can't see my legs, nor can I see the water moving. I just feel it. I hold my hand in front of my face, and still nothing. I sort of feel like a vampire looking in a mirror. I can see everything except for myself. "This is bizarre" I think to myself, but maybe one more rip of the DMT will do me good. I lean over to start Journey to the Eye of the Whale over. It is by far my favorite song to listen to while in the psychedelic state, and I can't recommend it enough for you to listen to as well.
The song starts over and I rip the pipe as hard as I can. Flame torching the bowl as I inhale. And it is the same process as before. Hold it as long as possible, gasp out my breath, then the pipe immediately back to my lips for another huge rip. Upon coughing out this last rip, my body is rocketed out of the bathtub and into outer space.
Everything is so calm and peaceful. Everywhere I look feels like I'm a tiny ant living in an Alex Grey painting. There are columns that are covered in fractaled faces and eyes spinning into the void. There are never ending hallways in every direction. There are very distinct faces that almost remind me of the jungle or hieroglyphics. I had never experienced that much color and beauty in my entire life. It made no difference whether my eyes were open or closed (though I tended to keep them closed), the visuals were the exact same. Then the voice in my head started telling me "This is it. You're here" And with that I felt a slight tingle in the tip of my big toe. That tingle quickly worked its way up my legs and shot throughout my entire body with a wave of pleasure that I have never felt before. Every nerve in my body from the tip of my head to the bottom of my toes felt the pleasure of orgasm as my body writhed around in my bathtub and I let out an auditory moan of pleasure. Then a whisper in my head said, "This is it. This is God, and you are death. Now you are both one" As the wave of ecstasy washed from my body, I remained in that Alex Grey-esque dimension. I floated though space in amazement and awe. I had experienced death, met God, and been reborn. I didn't want to open my eyes out of fear of losing where I was. I sat in the tub while the remainder of Random Rab's album Release played, and faded into his album Visurreal. I finally snapped back to reality when I realized that I was sitting in cold water. Like really cold water. And it was becoming unbearable as my body began to tremble for warmth. It had been over an hour since I opened my eyes and was able to realize that I was in my bathroom. I started draining the tub, stood up and turned on the shower to get my body temperature back up to normal. I was trying to process what I had just experienced as the water washed over me.
When I got out of the shower, I was essentially back to normal. I felt barely a little high from all of the drugs I had taken that day, but I didn't have any visuals or anything. And it was only about 2:00. Roughly 6 hours after I'd eaten the mushrooms and only 3 hours after I ate the LSD. I went back to my living room, took a few more bong rips, and turned on Seinfeld while I waited for my wife to get home. My wife isn't really into psychedelics like I am, so when I tried to explain to her how absolutely amazing my day was, I got a somewhat unenthusiastic response of "that's great, I'm glad you had fun, what should we do for dinner" haha.
Overall, it was the most mind opening, enlightening, powerful day of my life. I no longer fear death, in fact I am somewhat looking forward to it. I never knew that such beauty existed, especially in my own mind. Sorry if this post was way too long. I just kind of got into the story telling once I started typing. You can thank my buddy Stephen for making me ramble on about this. Anyway, it was the most amazing day, and I am looking forward to doing it again down the road. Maybe in 5 or 6 months or so.