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Operation Denver:

Let me just say first and formost this experience on lsd is a perfect example of how imporant Set and Setting are, grant it some events were beyond my control but nevertheless, let to tell you about operation Denver.

Last week of summer with fall fastly approaching so I wanted to get in a good journey before the transition of seasons came to be so I went in solo on 12 hits of lsd! Was well prepared, personal life was solid and settle, the lsd was pure and kicking! Hour 3 came of the journey and was deeply inbedded within a Terence Mckenna lecture on nature. Been sitting in my camper since ingestion rolled 10 or so bombers while smoking them as fast I roll them along with 2 or 3 dabs to the head. I was in the clouds in the mountains quite literally at my farm in the middle of the SanLuis valley. So after the lecture I was ready for a change of pace and went outside, turned on some Frank SInatra and began to examine my plants and to release some ladybugs on the girls. About half an hour in, I have my microscope glasses on looking inside of a soul of a trichome. Then all of a sudden I got a phone call from my sons school twice but I missed the calls. Then shortly after my sons mom called me twice but missed the calls. Before my trip I typically inform my family and friends that I will be under construction and will be out of the office until the end of the night and will check my phone then and to only contact me if its an emergency. So back to the story, after hearing my phone ring 4 times I quickly realized it wasnt a spam number calling me and instantly felt an overwhelming feeling of concern then to view my phone and see the missed calls then got emails from the school. In todays world I thought it was a school shooting so I had panic knocking at the backdoor. And keep in mind Im about 5 hours in on 12 hits on LSD!

So first thing I told myself is what I heard from the lecture from Terence earlier was "psychedelic users have to realize when that red light goes on, you simply reach out and turn it off and be at one with the trip." So Im trying to remain calm, not to panic and overthink and try to sober up to be able to comprhend the reality of the situation of contacting the school and my sons mother. So I spark a joint with Sinatra rhythms in the air and try contacting the school and no sucess. So about 45 min goes by since checking my phone and I contacted my partner saying I may have to leave the farm and drive to Denver. Shortly after that my mother calls me and Ive never spoken to my mom high or tipsy let alone tripping my balls off and on top of supressing my fear and panic cause I dont want to freak her out haha. So Im tripping hard still and its hard for me to comprehend what Im saying to my partner and mother cause my mind is racing, seeing geometric shapes in the sky, the trichomes were singing to me, I was gone!

So I came to the decison where I had to get to Denver cause still havent heard from school or his mom and if anything I needed to assure the saftey of my son. So Im packing up the truck and my wolf pack can sense a level of alertness in me and were by my side heavy. So truck is loaded, I open my gate and turn on the truck. I spark a joint and put on my favorite jazz playlist and begin a deep mediatation to assure focus and positive mental stablitly. I chugged 3 bottles of water and ate a couple plums and mangos to get something in my stomach to try to reduce the trip without resisiting it. So I drove out of my gate and was on the dirt road and decided to use the restroom one more time and let the dogs out cause I didnt want to stop once I begin driving.

So Im taking the longest piss of my life and all of a sudden my dogs start barking, and at this time the sun just went down so its quite dark and a big black momma bear came dashing right at us. Im still pissing, my dogs are surrounding the bear and then one of them bit the bear and then the other one bit the bear. One has it by the arm the other on the leg and the other one barking at it so I zip up my pants and fucking piss a bit on my pants and I start throwing rocks at it to try to make it run off. I packed my gun at the bottom of my tool chest, locked, just incase I got pulled over so didnt want no firearm charges happening and ususally I have it under my seat when I'm at the farm and even if I didnt I wouldnt know if I could even operate a gun. And this entire bear encounter was under 2 minutes. So the bear is beggining to retreat and at the last minute the bear swiped at my dog and cut him on the chest then went running down into the valley. So I gathered my dogs in the truck and just feeling my dogs emotion of what they just encountered was overwhemling let alone for the sake of my saftey. So Im trying to look at the cut but Im tripping so hard still I cant focus on the severeity of it. So now I have my dog injured and my sons safety still in question all while peaking on my journey.

Another bomber sparked and then I receive a email from the school saying broadly I need to contact the principal so I am just like what in the world is happeneing, my son is 7, I didnt think he was in trouble (he wasnt) but I'm thinking more and more its a shooting. Trying to remain calm I decided to indudge myself and embrace the trip. I basically I had to supress the negative, uncertainty and worriedsome and be intentonally selfish and tell myself lets just dive into the lsd and focus and enjoy the trip. Keep in mind once I saw the missed phonecalls and my fear and concern came about I wasnt trying to resist the trip but adapt to the reality the lsd have given me to the real reality. What is real anyways but thats another topic. You guys have no clue though on how strong mentally you have to be to not panic in any family emergeny but let alone on lsd. That mental toughness I endevored I never even knew existed witin me.

So we hit the road, driving fine and were going through the pass and sure enough I get pulled over within 10 minutes on the state highway. A cop going the opposite way of me flips a bitch and pulls me over. My dogs are barking like vicious savages all in their tactical vest and chains ready to eat a pig meanwhile my truck reaks of pot, I have joints, rigs and terps all over the dashboard and the floor and eyes of course bloodshot wearing my camo bandana and shorts and tyedye shirt looking like a stoned ex marine. As he walks to the truck, spotlight reflecting on my mirror right into my face dogs barking and everything just went to slow mo. He approaches the window and says, "Is that Frank Sinatra your listening too?" Dogs just barking in my ear at him then I raise my voice at them as they calm down and respond to the officer with "it dont mean a thing if it aint got that swing sir." He chuckles and then compliments my pups and then goes, "I just wanted to let you know please use caution there are like 50 deer taking there time crossing the highway about 2 miles down." My heart dropped in relief and my facial expression sighed and said "thank you sir I will." That was that. He drove off and I just melted in my seat and said holy shit, lets get fucking baked. Another joint sparked and I continue my route with caution to the deer, going 20mph under the speedlimit then bam! Fucking deer hit my right side bumber and then another came and another one so then I immediatley pulled over dogs going crazy and I had to check my bumper cause I wanted to make sure my light didnt break. Luckily it didnt! I've been driving for maybe 40 minutes and still have two hours to go. I get through the pass safley after that and by that time Im about 7 hours into the trip.

Another hour goes by and the drive is smooth and steady, about an hour in a half from my destination and I realized I needed gas. Im still tripping quite hard even at 8 hour in. I approach the nearest gas station called Gas and Grass. Its half gas station half cannabis dispensary. (Only in Colorado) I get out my truck feeling like an astronaut high stepping to the pump and sure enough it says I have to pay inside. I take a deep breath and attemp to give myself 2 minutes of soberness and I went inside cut the line and said, I have emergency I need to get to, 25 on 5 please and left. Got my gas and went back on route.

I finally get home and by that time its about 3 in the morning. My mind was still racing but the overall effects were in withdrawl but I new i couldnt sleep and even the slim chance I did fall asleep I new I wasnt going to be able to wake up to go to my sons school so I made the decison to stay up. I took the longest shower, 45 minutes in and took my time getting ready. Was feeling refreshed, wearing the bowtie and suit and went to my sons school. I arrived and met with the principal and everything ended up being okay, apparently the teachers assistant flipped out on the teacher and threw a tandrum and left the building the prior day in front of the students. Relief settled upon myself and I saw my son, gave him a hug and told him Ill see him later. However, unfortunatley enough, my sons mom and I have to say the least, very poor communication skills and she never got back to me about what happened the entire night but nonetheless, my son was safe and that was all that mattered.

But that relief quickly dissipated because then I realized I have to get my dog to the vet to check on his gash. I rush home, pick up my dog and go the animal urgent care. He needed 18 stitches, anti biotics and pain killers but he was okay considering. I had to leave him their for about 6 hours and during that time I went home and unloaded my truck and staightened up the house. My trip was just about done but now I'm running on zero sleep and feeling the effects. I get a phonecall that SanLuis is ready to be picked up and he is still extremely out of it where I had to carry him out over my shoulders. What a day...

To conclude, all said and done I still had a very grateful trip. Understanding acceptance is critical in psychedelic voyagers. If I didnt accept the concern at hand I could have been in for a nightmarish trip. Mental toughtness is key in this personal trip but in all trips you endeavor.

OPERATION DENVER:

Disclaimer: I do not encourage nor endorse driving under any substance that can alter your conscience. This was just an anecdotal experience I'd like to share with you to gain personal guidance and understanding.

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