The beginning of a bad trip.
My sister and I were on our way to the unknown. A bag packed; pillow blanket, notebook, pens, weed, snacks, water; prepared for anything and everything that LSD potentially provides to those in search for something beyond. We were walking in a more secluded, foresty area of OR. Every time I had tripped before that, it was either nighttime or indoors; all had been great, but I craved a new kind of setting. I smiled to myself as I walked out into the warm, summer, afternoon sunlight, surrounded by green trees and colorful plants twisting into one another. I remember that irrepressible, body-trembling sense of expectation swirling around us. It was like the world was whispering to me, and I felt 100% capable of receiving the message with a little help of psychadelia. The universe was about to reveal some of its’ secrets to us, and I was ready.
Arm in arm, we helped each other down a gravely slope to an unrevealed destination. I felt Julia slide a bit on the loose rocks. I tightened my grip on her arm, wanting to reassure her that I was there. We were both already tripping….laughing, loving, just enjoying life. “Hey, thanks…but if I fall, are you gonna catch me? Or am I going to have to take you down with me?” She was only joking, but whoa….for a life metaphor…this was actually a very vital question. It hit me that this was the first time I was tripping with only one other person, that person being my twin sister. I brushed off the antsy remark not wanting to get too deep just yet and we continued our way into the psychadelic vortex.