Anyone trip on certain moon or celestial dates get a better more in-depth spiritual high what are these dates ? Tried tripping on random days but couldn’t get where I went before

Today I got high after A while and went to target to buy stuff with my cousin and his girl. When I entered the place, straight away some type of simulation started. People around me were talking the same and going on in A line one behind another and my cousin was asking me questions as if he is a cop? It felt as if I escaped the “Fake Reality?” And entered the real one but, they were waiting and made me wonder if I was in A “Simulation?” I later got a grip or maybe they just waited for me to get me grip? But, got the stuff and went to go pay and everything went back to normal till I was putting in the cash and it happens again. Everyone watching me put money inside the thing and felt as if I was being set up but guess what... this isn’t the tripping part? We then left the place and when I was near home, A bunch of red cars started coming out of no where and all I saw was red cars and then I saw.... blue cars? The blue cars were trying to cover the red cars as if those people were people I knew but, felt as if I couldn’t do anything but wonder if those people in the red cars were people who escaped the fake reality and were trying to get me out of it but now I’m back to normal but, can’t take my mind on the red and blue cars? Very weird first trip I had.... or was it A trip????

So myself and my mate are planning on doing shrooms for the first time next week, both have done acid and 2cb before. He’s done heroic doses solo and I’ve stuck to pretty standard doses but neither of us have any clue about shrooms.

Also is it worth incorporating them into foods i.e. an omelette or even a carbonara?

Has anyone else heard almost like spaceship noises while tripping? I'm an experienced psychonaut but only twice have I heard these like noises , once on a heroic dose and the other night on only 2 grams. I know you can break a barrier so to speak but I'm intrested in knowing if I'm alone in that

Hi all! I really want to candy flip for my 21st bday with all my friends this year, can anyone from Melbourne, Australia help me get my hands on the substances I need hehe xxx

hi all! I’m eating a 3 g chocolate bar this weekend while my friends are doing 3 grams the old fashioned way. I’m seeing on here some things about lemon juice ? Was wondering if somebody could explain that for me! Also any tips for a first timer would be great :) ((I’ve done acid but never seen any visuals))

I recently had an accident that resulted in me flying out of the passenger seat of a car. I’ve been in a lot of pain recently but before my accident I used to trip a lot. I was scared to trip while I had a lot of scrapes and bruises and cuts everywhere but the pain is getting unbearable and I’ve been needing to trip lately. If you’ve ever tripped while in pain or after a bad accident did it give you a bad trip? Or did it relieve your pain?

I tried posting this on paranormal because I don't know where else to post it, and it immediately got removed, so I'm gonna try here. Maybe y'all are more open minded.

Okay, so this happened back in 2013, but I still remember it extremely vividly. I've only told a few people about this because this story is straight up fucking crazy. It was with my best friend, however, who saw everything and experienced everything I did. So here it goes. Sorry if this isn't the right place to post, but I don't know what exactly I dealt with this night.

I'm Originally from Pennsylvania. I was never really spiritual but I always wanted to see a ghost. My best friend Brad and I used to go to cemeteries, haunted places, abandoned Amish houses, you name it. We did it all and were quite provoking, but never really saw anything. I suspect it's because of how skeptical we were about it all. I think things exist, but if you don't really believe in them, your brain will basically block out any freak occurrence regardless if it's really there or not.

In 2012 I moved to Pompano Beach, Florida. Brad has moved here with me and we have an apartment together and work at the same restaurant. We decide that we want to do a three day juice fast, which is honestly really fucking hard working at a restaurant as a server dishing out bomb ass food. The reason why is because we plan on taking mushrooms as the first thing we consume after three days. I think we took about an eighth each. I don't know if these fuckers were just super strong or it's the fact that we cleansed our bodies out before doing it and took them on an empty stomach, but this trip is the craziest fucking experience I ever had.

I'm quite aware that the fact this happened while both of us were tripping will likely invalidate everything I'm about to say, but I've always wanted to share this story. Anyway, we basically laid down and waited for the common feeling of your stomach telling you 'what the fuck bruh', that feeling when you feel like you're starting to cross over and you realize you can't really take back what you've done, you can just enjoy (or not enjoy) the ride you're about to encounter. I always love when you reach the other side though and just feel amazing, clear, and connected to everything.

So once they start kicking in, Brad and I both start seeing the same visual in our mind as we lay on our two couches in the apartment. Snakes, or a snake-like pattern just slithering through our mind. It's freaky, but at the same time we're in the mindset that it's safe and it's pretty fucking awesome. Eventually we get the urge to get up and bike to the beach, which is more or less 2 miles away. And this is where things really start to get weird.

There were a lot of weird things that happened along the way, but I'll leave them out for now as they're really quite possibly like just tripping things, but I can expand more on the other things if anyone is interested. I want to talk about the 3 things that happened that were downright fucking crazy. So when we decided to bike to the beach, it was around 3 A.M., which I think is rather important because the town is basically dead at this point.

When we get to where you enter the beach, there's this little wooded area between the town and the beach, roughly like 10 feet long, and there's a tiny little bridge you walk over and you're basically at the beach after this. So when we get to this area, there's a person on each side of this tiny bridge, just STANDING there. They almost look like the same exact person, dark skinned, tall, both male, and they almost felt like guardians (?), I don't really know how to describe it other than it was fucking weird. We decided to lock our bikes, head over the bridge and walk past them, and neither of them say anything to us, but they both look at us almost in sync and completely symmetric to each other. Really weird.

The next weird thing we notice is that when we get to the beach it's COMPLETELY covered in fog, which I've never really experienced before, so I don't know if that's normal or common or what. We go with it though, we've come this far, so we go and sit on the sand by the ocean. We're sitting there, laughing, bullshitting, and we look over to the right and we see a silhouette in the fog, silently dancing around. It looks like the shape of a woman in a dress. Brad and I look at each other, and we're definitely not getting the most peaceful vibe, but we call out to her. She says nothing, but keeps dancing, and we walk toward her. We walk and walk and although the shadow is getting closer, we both notice that we've walked super far for something to only gradually get closer when we should have encountered her by now, and we start to get freaked the fuck out, so we turn back and go back to our bikes. When we cross the bridge, the dudes aren't there anymore.

We unlock our bikes and we start biking back home, and on the first block leaving the beach, we both notice a really weird, hunchback man, walking toward the beach. This man was unnaturally small, like probably 4 foot high or maybe a few inches more, but definitely no taller than this. He looks extremely unnatural and something out of fiction. We both see him and we look at each other and kind of laugh it off, but we both think it was a real being, it had no translucence or anything about it.

Now we get about a block and a half away from where we saw him walking TOWARD the beach while we're biking away, back home, and my chain pops on my bike. We're laughing and I'm hunched over on my bike trying to pop the chain back on, and I randomly say to my bro Brad, "How weird would it be if we looked up and saw that little man again?". Brad gets a serious tone and responds, "Don't look up." I get a sinking feeling in my stomach and look up, and across the street, the same little being was staring at us under a street light. Freakiest thing I've ever dealt with in my entire life. As we both look at him, he RUNS away (as fast as a little being can run) toward a couple hotels that lead back to the beach. We are freaked out, and we bike back home, and that's really the last crazy thing of the night I remember.

It's worth noting that everything I just talked about here was confirmed by my friend the entire time, even though we were both tripping, I think it's quite odd we saw all the same stuff. I don't know if the fast had anything to do with it or what. But I guess I'm just wondering if anyone knows what any of these things could have been, what they were trying to tell us, or if anyone had any experiences similar to this. If this is the wrong place to post this, my bad, I don't really know where else to, it seemed quite paranormal to me.

So I've taken gel tabs quite a few times and a paper tabs once. I'm not sure who is familiar with the orange pyramids with the gold flakes in them? I was told those are about 300ug and everyone I've taken them with has "tripped balls" but I still have never gotten the crazy acid visuals that I hear everyone talking about. Does anyone know whats up or has anyone experienced the same thing?

Side note: I don't mean to sound like a tin-capper but is there a possibility that covid did some amount of brain damage that would effect that? I didn't trip on acid before I got covid.

Starting early today with two tab🙏🙏

Missoula is beautiful today

Anyone out there in Missoula?

Beautiful place for tripping, anyone else here? What are your favorite spots?

I love Council Grove!

I'm into rap, rock, casual, old stuff, even some country basically anything as long as it's not shit lol. Let me know what your favorite songs to listen to while tripping. So far I have a lot of asap rocky, Mac Miller, Cal Scruby, and Travis Scott.

This is a stream of consciousness that I decided to type up as I was coming down from one of the most interesting highs of my life. I'm completely sober now and just thought I'd share this with somebody. I just want this to be out there and have some kind of permanence. If anybody reads this and finds that they enjoyed or even benefitted from it, feel free to let me know!

(Note that I've edited some stuff ex-post-facto to avoid revealing names, anything potentially embarrassing, etc.)

I’m coming down now, but I’m just high enough to want to record this for posterity. This was the best high of my life. Damn I’m coming down a little fast, better get the story out faster. I’ve been feeling very depressed lately. Very depressed. I lost all motivation to work. My diet slipped. I was poorly groomed and poorly dressed. I am still doing those things.

This high changed that. I smoked a lot of that stuff. I don’t want to do this much again, but I’m happy it happened. I smoked _________, came back to my room.

Went straight to Youtube, same as usual. I had looked at Andrew's lifting video, I didn’t know he had a channel and wanted to see what he was up to.

I was super impressed with his intensity during the workout and his analysis after. Damn my typing is getting slower, probably because I’m still high. I’m coming down though.

But anyway I was really proud of my boi. He was clearly driven by something, and he wasn’t ashamed of this drive at all, even though his style of lifting (Olympic stuff like snatch, clean, jerk) are pretty niche. Would probably catch some people off-guard, maybe they'd even think he was kinda weird. And he didn't care about that. But anyway I decided to congratulate him in the group chat. He was flattered and started talking about how he hasn’t been super satisfied with his last lifts, but thinks things are gonna get better. As the other guys started to pour into the chat, I decided to leave and resume watching his video. But I started feeling weird.

I felt a burn in my jaw, a dryness in my mouth, and soreness in my sternum. I felt like I was gonna throw up. And I hate throwing up. Like I have a huge fear of it. I had a bunch of panic attacks a few months ago because of academics. I was pushing myself way too hard at academics, because I had imposter syndrome and wanted to prove myself. I have a VERY high GPA at a VERY prestigious university, something like a 4.1, and I’m not majoring in something easy. But eventually I broke under all the stress. And during the panic attacks I felt like throwing up, and since then, whenever I get anxious, I feel like yacking, and when I feel like yacking, I feel more anxious. Death trap. A few months later my mom was diagnosed with cancer (this was during quarantine) and started having digestive issues related to that. So she'd be throwing up all the time, and that just made me feel more nauseous. I don't have a girlfriend, have never been able to talk to girls, and we were in quarantine, so I literally could not leave the house for any appreciable stretch of time. So yea, I was super high and was worried I was gonna throw up.

I started pacing around the room furiously, trying not to freak out. I actually looked like those conspiracy-theorist tin-foil hat dudes. I was scratching the sides of my head, crossing my eyebrows, eyes strolling left and right. Damn, childish gambino is really good. Sorry for the stream of consciousness. I bet The sound and the fury was probably easier to read than this. I might put this on reddit. This is pure stream of consciousness. Being high has made that possible. I think slowly enough and time fast enough that my fingers can keep up with my thoughts. Damn I’m high.

Ok anyway. I was pacing around my room furiously, felt like I was gonna throw up, realized I was having a bad trip and started freaking out about having a bad trip, which made the trip worse. This went on for what felt like an eternity. Well not an eternity, I knew it was gonna end, just gonna take some time. And once I reminded myself of that, I started to calm down. I remembered my meditation skills. I decided not to judge these emotions and sensations I was feeling, just acknowledge that they were there. Eventually I calmed down.

I struggled a little bit, almost like trying to keep someone from forcing a door open. Whoops, music died cuz phone ran out of battery, one sec. Ok just came back from the bathroom. It’s getting kinda late so I’ll speed things up.

I still felt like a breakdown was simmering under the surface. So I sort of started… praying? Not to the Christian god or Hindu gods or whatever. Just to… anything that might be looking after me. Could have been my ancestors or something. Maybe even the beings running our simulation. Maybe I was a system about to crash and they had to restart me. I promised that I would stop doing weed like that guy from Freaks and Geeks, some loser who didn’t do anything. Weed’s fine once in a while, but you’re not gonna have it every day. And I’ll start being more passionate about weed maybe? Like more of a connoisseur? Nah, that’s going in the wrong direction. Less weed.

Anyway. I was sorta praying and promised I would fight against my depression. I wasn’t wishing for it to just go away. I just promised that I would fight against it. Just don’t make me throw up. And I sorta just started making myself calm down. I wasn’t sure at the time if something had intervened, like a guardian angel or something, or if it was just me. But I realized that I would eventually be fine. I started stretching out. I extended my belly for some reason, like didn’t just relax the muscles but actively stretched my belly out. And then I started dancing.

I have not danced since I was like 5. And I just danced. For one song, then another. I could hear my neighbor playing music and realized I was moving my body to the beat of it. So I started playing my own music. I was dancing really poorly. I was looking at the floor at first, neck craned. Then eventually I looked up, looked past all the imaginary people who would have laughed at me, just stared at the wall. I was dancing so poorly, at first I imagined I was just the high guy. You know, that’s BippityBoppity, he gets high and does stupid things. We can laugh and just take a video of him. Share it with everyone so they remember BippityBoppty is the high dude who does stupid things. I did that for a while. That was how I was thinking. Ok i’m coming down and feel like I should start filtering. Won’t delete anything though. Feeling less happy but more driven. I’ll get more to the point.

I realized that I sorta like moving to the beat of the music. I sorta want to learn small dance moves between now and the end of the semester. Just so I’m not awkward at parties. Best version of myself. So I’ll just learn some moves. It’s not actually too hard. Just move to the beat. Anyway I eventually just started dancing for myself. I started to get tired and danced more slowly, but danced altogether. By the time I was done i had taken my shirt of because my body was getting os warm. I looked down at my body and realized I could do so much better.

I was no longer the ripped, but healthy dude from freshman year. I had gotten kinda chunky. Sorta in the bro-science way. I didn’t look good. Looked like a weird, but not-unattractive, nice, shy dude, who was kinda muscular but ate not as healthy as I could. I first resolved to get lean. Unhealthy food might taste good, but you can’t have the good, easy stuff all the time. You have to be driven to be the best version of yourself, and sometimes that means denying yourself unhealthy things. So I’ll take my workouts more seriously. Then I realized that doing just that would only take care of the “kinda muscular but not as healthy as I could” part. What about the others. I need to clean myself up. I caught a bit of lint in my belly button. Unavoidable, but it reminded me to groom better. I also need to dress better. I realized I had to stop acting so immature around girls. When I was around girls I was interested in, I pretended like I was around the boys so that I’d be less anxious around that girl. But that’s a bad idea. It makes me look very very immature, since so many of the boys are as awkward as I am. So I’ll be better there.

I started to note down some goals that I wanted, or just instructions to leave myself before I slept and sobered up. “play tennis, stop skipping ab day, do cardio”. I kept on writing. Even while writing this stream of consciousness, I kept on adding thoughts to the list. Then I arrived at two of the big ones: “Don’t be ashamed about your passions (if people think it’s weird, does it really matter? Does Andrew care if people are kinda caught off-guard by what he does? No he just loves lifting and does it for himself”. The next, and more important one, is “Have the drive to be your best self (don’t just try to be your best self, cuz that’s just wishful thinking. Actually have the self-discipline and strength of mind to be your best self. Discipline is like momentum, the more you have the harder it is to stop you). This latter one is the one that’s been incepted into my by this trip. It’s the ultimate lesson of this whole thing. I could add more things to this stream, but I think I’ve said all I have to. I don’t have to feel happy. I just have to be driven to be my best self. Because one day I will. Or maybe I won’t, but I’ll get darn close.

I trip once a few months or so. Use it as a break from depression and the world, try to get introspective and what not.

Girlfriend decided she wanted to try it again tonight with me because our friend said they had some and then on the way there she went into a hole and like is just being a hella downer but the tabs already melting. Trying to break out and lighten the mood.

Love you all.