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mushrooms
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first time, i was sitting painting trying to just ease into the unknown.
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i kept on testing my mind for what was "different", as i tend to do. of
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course i thought i was feeling everything when i was feeling not much.. i
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was very much trying to control the situation. anyway i didn't really
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"let go" the whole time, i felt far away, out of time, struggling. it
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sucked. i couldn't say a word, could NOT express my thoughts, and this
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sorta confused me.
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the whole thing ended up having to do with talking, realising how shallow
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it is and how everybody knows everything without talking, or something
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like that.
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second time was something else. i tried to control it as well, but then
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i noticed this triangle on the ceiling from light and it was the first
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time i ever "let" myself hallucinate.
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that triangle became the central comfort zone i kept going back to, it
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was like a mountain or something and was totally beautiful. we sat in
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this room the whole time. i went through so much stuff, i cried a bunch
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of times and it felt fucking great. i realised communicating was stupid,
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and you don't trip "with" somebody (the person kept trying to pull me
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into his thing, i kept trying to get him into mine) you are on your OWN,
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and that is what is important. that trip was about being validated in
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your own mind instead of trying to get it from other people.
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i really got deep into myself. it was like changing channels though.
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the person i was with changed faces a million times. i mean from
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sinister and evil to dying and sickness to godlike, it was crazy. the
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weirdest thing was towards the end, i was looking up at the triangle and
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the whole trip turned BAD on me, totally, like a bad 60's movie. it was
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like it DIED. everything that was beautiful turned ugly, and i kept
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seeing it even when i closed my eyes and opened them again. i freaked
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out and turned on the light in the room and realised i was AWARE of time,
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it freaked me out, i couldn't stand it, because i COULD NOT COMMUNICATE
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it to my partner. i calmed myself down by staring at the ugly bad stuff
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and facing it, but after that everything seemed freaky like when i would
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look at my friend he had these toothbrush bristles growing out of his
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face. i stared them down and became him, communicating face to face,
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trying to see if we were reading each other's minds or something. after
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a while we ate and stared at clouds....it was weird.
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-- rec.drugs.psychedelic
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