15 Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds

We started eating our 15 seeds at 5:00 PM. I’ve eaten 10 before, what I remember as quite easily, but this time they tasted especially dogshit awful. We chewed them one by one and chased it with tea and soda. Janaye ate 10 of hers before, about 30 minutes later, she puked. I finished mine and we all smoked a bowl to help her with the last five seeds, which stayed down.

It was starting to get dark when I really felt it. The trippy light was going and I played a loop through my guitar pedal and we all smoked a bowl. Troy suggested I listen to The End by the Doors with my good headphones, and I did. As soon as the song started I felt it sync with the entire vibe of what I was seeing, people communicating and existing, it was like a scene straight out of a movie. And in that same sense, my vision was raised significantly. It was like going from a small old TV to a 1080i widescreen movie theater screen. My peripheral vision reached maybe twice as far as it normally does. I stared at the trip light as it moved with the song until it ended. Zack and Laura left go to see a movie and bring back tacos.

As I held on to Janaye my perceptions really started to blend. I looked at her face and it was blurred and swirling together. Everything I perceived made sense yet nothing did. Everything was different. It felt as if we had no bones in our bodies, and everything, even the air, felt heavy. I handed Troy my keys because they were uncomfortable and it felt like they weighed five pounds. I felt as if I were a constellation, lines drawn across my body and little points placed among those lines like some kind of stick figure skeleton. Every sense was blending together into one instead of functioning separately.

The three of us then just started talking. About life, death, religion, aliens, world peace, karma, free will, parallel universes, chance, reincarnation, swearing, suicide, God, the universe, and time. Time didn’t exist for us. It became non-linear and I felt as if I was feeling the actual process of reincarnation as a continuous never-ending thing that was going on right then and there, I existed infinitely in every direction in every moment of time. We frequently asked what time it was because minutes felt like hours, and it hadn’t even been an hour since Zack and Laura left, we couldn’t believe it.

As I stared into the ceiling, the lines on it stretched out into infinity. The ceiling never ended, it just went on and on. I became infinite, and so did everything else. The meaning of infinity is something we describe with words, but no words could ever in any way even remotely describe its meaning, it’s something we can’t comprehend in normal states of consciousness in which we don’t have the actual sensation of being infinite and circular. We all decided that everything is infinite and declared “The Lion King had it fuckin’ right man, the circle of life.”

Thinking about death put me in a certain place. I felt like I was dying, but not in the conventional sense. I felt as if all of life truly was a stage, and the grand drape was close to being drawn. I wasn’t dying as much as my life was simply ending right there in those moments. I felt worried about leaving all my friends from dying on this drug, but I felt like even after I faded away that things would still flow and continue. But I snapped out of it and sat back up to drink some water and take a piss.

We turned the trip light off and lit candles instead, and it was even more beautiful, little spotlights in random places of complete darkness illuminating the world around us. One glass candle holder had some cool red design on it and it melted and breathed and moved. We listened to music using my headphones as speakers, ‘cause those things get loud.

Zack and Laura got back with the food and Josh later came over. We all just talked and laughed and shared wisdom and insight. Soon after that things started to move at a normal pace again, I felt more in control and in touch with reality. In fact time actually felt faster, everything was sped up a bit. Troy driving us to Circle K doing 20 MPH felt like 50. We got pop rocks, funions, sour punch straws and monster (lol munchies) and it was all delicious.

Janaye and I laid on the pavement outside and smoked a cigarette, and the moon and stars were flattening and shifting into lines, and tracers of outside lights flickered. I felt like I was seeing everything for the first time. We went inside to smoke another bowl and that brought it back up some more. Things blurred together again and in the candle light, every expression Paige made while talking was exaggerated and cartoonified with tracers. Troy’s figure in the chair looked like a portrait as a faint tread of abstract colorful patterns ran across him. It was now two in the morning and we were still tripping hard. We all decided to crash out for the night finally.

Nine in the morning I was afterglowing and could function normally, at the very most about as spacey as being high, and my pupils were still the size of dimes. With every trip I’ve ever had I at least had the ability to take back with me what I felt and learned in the form of words, but aside from everything above, no words can ever truly describe the feeling I had while peaking, the sensation of infinity stacking and folding into and onto and around and through itself and being one with that, the heightened sense of the universe and life, the feeling of absolute pure and unconditional love. It defies expression.

Oh and the sex was mind-blowing.