last night i went to my friends acre and a half lot where he and his family lives/camps, next door to a pagan commune area known as lothlorien Nature preserve in southern indiana. I took with me 40 hbwr seeds and and some lemon juice and peppermint oil. I ground up about fifteen seeds, put them into a shot glass, poured in lemon juice and 10 drops of peppermint oil (surely way too much). About an hour and a half later, when the moon was rising, our trips came. I layed under some trees and was in awe with the patterns in the moonlight sky. We sat and bullshitted for awhile and admire our trip. I looked at an old mossy tree which looked like a plant goddess. Finally my buddy got sick and went to lay down. I took off my shoes and walked around a small field, bathed in cleansing Lunar radiance, and walked down the road a little bit. I had a body buzz like shrooms and I moved my arms around like I was creating orbs. My trip started wearing down and wanted to leave, but my truck wouldn't start. My battery was dead. So I laid by the campfire, read a paper about recent criminals arrested, and I kept hearing clinkering by the pinic table about ten feet away from me. Raccoons had surrounded me! They had raided the campsite in search of food. My friend had wanted me to kill them if I could, but nature told me I shouldn't. So i tried scaring them off and the ballsy little fuckers kept coming back, attacking the aspirin bottle and millions of pop cans. After laying by the fire for awhile, after it had stopped turning different colors, I had went and laid in my truck, thinking. Finally, I left and started the long walk home. I was walking down the road for a few miles, still on a country road, when I was greeted my some aggressive, territorial dogs...they chased me down the road, I walked calmly as I could, frightened as hell. These dogs had really instilled some fear in me. But I kept walking. Eventually I came across some coyotes, two in somebody's yard and one on the other side of the road in the woods. I stopped, thinking I could take a different road. I froze up again, but some spirit had told me that I was granted safe passage. This gave me the boost i needed, so I walked, watching a pair of glowing eyes looming from the forest. The coyote had focused on me, watching me walk by, as had the other two across the street. I walked for miles, kept getting turned around and laid down on the road a few times. I made it home about 2 1/2 hours from my walk, where I was so grateful to be home. Overall it was a beautiful trip, with some visuals and a definite perception change. The walk was relaxing yet tiring. I have my truck now and am well satisfied. I have 100+ hbwr seeds left for my next adventure.
