humanity

The real-life lives of pot advocates, influences, growers, users, advocacy and more.

psychedelia
The art, the craft, the beauty of psychedelics is what stirs this teapot that I have brewing. Care for a cup? Many people reach their higher being in many forms of meditation and have different ways of ‘looking within’. Some of these include tai chi, vipassana, mindfulness, and loads of other remedial hacks to staying human without the extra chip of elitism, or what I like to call passive person disorder. We all know that one person that just fudges up the Feng shai of shit for no other reason than they can’t control their impulsive, unnecessary contribution to society like a cough, unsolicited, or any other anxious tendencies.
By Cyn Kitt5 years ago in Potent
Acid Trip On The Beach
I finally gather myself after being pulled back in from the tide. Everything is soaking wet. My shoes, my backpack, everything. But I made it to the other side. The first thing I saw was two teenage girls taking selfies and looking at me all crazy. Probably because I was screaming for my dear life. I made it to the other side, but where is Jordan. I threw all my belogings on the floor and fled back into the scene. In the most dramatic way I started yelling Jordan's name. From around the corner I could here a faint voice yelling my name back. I would yell and then he would yell. This continued for a minute or so. Until I made it back around the corner and I see Jordan stuck, high onto the wall, scared out of his mind. Luckily, the life guards from before had just finished doing thier parameter search and they caught us in the need of help. So, they give Jordan that one red thing that lifeguards always carry. Now, because we were tripping balls, maybe, just maybe we were overreating. I say that because the life guard was standing straight in the cave, walking his way through with the water up to his waist. But I truly did believe I escaped death. Anyway, Jordan made it to the other side with the floaty from the lifeguard. As soon as they finished helping us. They just told us to have a nice day and left. We didn't think much of it. All we knew is that we had escaped death. We sat there and looked at eachother and all we could do was laugh. But crying and laughing. So scared but we're tripping too so its the funniest thing in the world. We were sat there for a good 10 minutes trying to gather ourselves but just couldn't stop laughing. I was so scared my hands woudn't stop shaking. I finally made that push and I said "Alright, I need to smoke until I stop shaking". We gather our stuff and start heading back to the car. The only thing I could think was that we really survived. We make it to the car and guess who we see in the parking lot. The lifeguards. They had just finished thier shift after saving our lives. They shot us the hang loose sign they were on thier way. We finally made it to the car and I'm still uncontrollably shaking. I had trouble opening the door. I get in and go straight for the weed. All I had was my piece. I couldn't even pack myself a bowl because I was shaking so much. Jordan had to do it for me. He packs me a few bowls until I calm down. After like five bowls I was good. He told me he would be right back, he had to use the restroom. So I turned the car on to listen to music and put on an album I was in love with at the time. I played The mansions and the song "wicked" started to play. At first, it was cool, I was just vibing out. All of a sudden I got taken away by the music. My eyes closed and a whole video started playing in my head. There isn't a video for the song, I just made a whole video up in my head. I could hear every little tweak there was to produce it, I could hear thier vocals so clearly. It was so just beautiful. I started to get teary eyed. Different colors started to take over and words and random images started to come across my mind. It was all happening so fast the only thing I could comprehend was how the colors matched the tone of the song. I'm laying back with the car on with my eyes closed being blown away by this music. I felt the color blue, and I felt orange and then it started turning red. For some reason, I didn't like red. I tried to think of blue again and red kept coming. Later, that color will become of significance, but at the moment I was not liking it and I opened my eyes and there was Jordan, several feet away from the car. He enters the passenger side and I tell him right away about the amazing expience I just had. He told me to put on the song again but it wouldn't have been the same. It was one of those in the moment kind of things. But we're still tripping and we don't know what to do next. "How about Santa Monica?" I don't remeber who brought it up but it seemed like a great idea at the time so away we went.
By Keanu 5 years ago in Potent
Acid Trip at the beach
It was a summer day of 2018 and my good friend Jordan and I had planned to drop acid at the beach. It would be my first time and it would be his second. I've always been curious what acid was like. I've always heard stories, good and bad but I decided to create my own story.
By Keanu 5 years ago in Potent
Looking through fear
I couldn't tell you what day it was or month. All I know is my expierence off dimethyltryptamine(DMT). Now this drug is supposed to be the feeling of birth and/or death. This wasn't my first time so I already knew what was in store, so I thought.
By Keanu 5 years ago in Potent
My first trip
It was my birdthay weekend and I just gotten back from vegas for my 21st. I was at my brothers house with my good friend Jordan, still continuing the party, drinking and smoking, when another good friend of mine calls me and tells me he has something for me. Buzzed and excited, I let my brother know that I was leaving to meet up with my friend Dom. Obvviosly, I didnt drive, Jordan did, but I had an anxuios car ride there. It was about a 20 minuete drive to Dom and I was aleady buzzed so that was a fun ride bumping my favorite songs and singing my heart out. I don't remember what songs were playing I just know I was about to lose my voice if I sang any louder. But we pull up to the backsteet of Dom's house and he is sitting in his 4 runner waiting for us. We say "whats up" but I could tell he was excited to show me what he had. So he opens the trunk of his car and he tells me to sit down. So I did, and then he pulls out a pen from his pocket. I look at him confused. This was not a regular pen it was a vape pen, but i normally ossocciate this type of pen with THC wax, which i already had. But then he begins to explain what it was. "It's DMT". Still looking at him confused he begins to elaborate. "Dimethltryptamine! We all have it in our brain but it is only released twice in our lives. Once when we are born and the sencond when we die. So basically, this expience would be the that". Prior this I have expienced acid and molly but this was more than next level, but fuck it I'm open to new things. So he hands me the pen and tells me to take big hits, until you cant inhale anymore. At first, I though this man is trying to kill me, but I took my first hit and I didnt cough or feel anything. He said take 3-4 hits the same way. Hit 2, I feel a little different but nothing really. It felt like when they do drugs in a movie and they give that effect that its starting to hit. Hit 3, it hit me, I was starting to exit my body and Dom started to notice so he said "one last one". I took the last hit. I inhaled and takeoff. I entered another world. All these different colors and shapes started to appear. It was taking me somehwere, somehwhere that wasn't on earth. But I could hear with my eyes closed, Dom saying" lay down". So there I am high off DMT in the trunk of his car with Dom and Jordan watching over me. But none of that mattered I was in a different dimension. I finally reached my desination after traveling through all the colors and shapes. I was back in vegas, but everything was white. I was in white. White houses, white floors, white suits, white everything. Once I was able to grasp that everything around me was white, Everything changed in a blink of an eye. I was back in the club in vegas, but this time I could see myself from outside my body. It was like I was looking through a window watching myself. But it wasnt just me, it was eveyone I was with. I was watching the past from another lense. I could see myself acting a fool at the bar and on the dance floor. I could see my friends around me hyping me up. I wasn't afraid or anything I was just letting it take the wheel and letting this drug show me whatever it had in store. I later realized that this window I was looking through was a mirror. I could remember where the mirrors were in the club and those were the only places I could see myself. But i have yet to make contact with myself just watching from another lense. Until finally, the me in the club looked in the mirror. We were looking at eachother and we knew we were looking at eachother. What I saw is very persanal to me but i will say i saw my true self. I saw who I was on the inside. And just like that, my eyes opened and I was back in the trunk of the car. It felt like a lifetime but in reality it was only 15 minutes. I look at Dom and then I look at Jordan. They both ask me how was it. I just said "that shit was crazy". I couldn't even describe what had happend during that moment. I was in so much shock I couldn't really talk about the expierince right away. This is actually the first time im telling my story and its been 3 years.
By Keanu 5 years ago in Potent
The Vast Unknown of Consciousness. Top Story - July 2020.
Inspired by a 3rd-person view of subjective experience Psychedelics, sober reality, & the feeling of oneness
By Paul Bokserman5 years ago in Potent
The Stoners Heimlich
As per usual I need to disclose that this story includes illegal use of Marijuana. I do not condone the illegal or underage use of Cannabis products and my behaviour in this story does not represent who I am as a person now. All names aside from my own have been changed out of respect for those involved.
By Bree Gwendolyn6 years ago in Potent
Under The Bridge
Alright, so I thought this story would be a fun one to share as my first personal story. This story contains underage use of illegal marijuana. I do not support the illegal use of any drugs or the use of legal drugs while underage. I was young and dumb, please have a laugh and learn from my story but do not repeat my mistakes. This story also uses fake names for all involved except myself and as it was several years ago I do not remember exact dialog so that is semi-fictionalized but all the events are true.
By Bree Gwendolyn6 years ago in Potent
DMT: My First Cosmic Ride
Being a stoner with a love for edibles, I enjoyed having my thoughts, ideas and concepts challenged and redefined. Before my trip I already had a working concept of “Oneness”. The idea that we are all the universe experiencing itself through itself resonated within my core in ways I couldn’t possibly fathom. Never having taken any psychedelics, I honestly had no expectations but I was hoping that it could shed some light on my current situation. Or at least allow me to see it from a completely different perspective. I was going through a difficult time in my life and I was seeking to experience something paradigm shifting.
By Rico Verse6 years ago in Potent
Shroom Knowledge.
This is an amazing feeling. In the beginning I wasn’t sure almost even scared but I understand now. Every thing is as it should be. The memories that you are creating. YOU make the memories therefore, you make your own reality. You are your past decisions. Your fears are what you make them. You make them so you can break them.(Every fear that we face is a fear we can overcome; and when we overcome, we create a new reality with one less fear)
By Aisha Fane6 years ago in Potent
Sativa Rocks!
Times have changed since marijuana started becoming legalized. I remember when I was younger we had to know someone who knew someone else who could get you some smoke. They were always in the background, the person who provided the final product, and nobody was supposed to know who they were. There was also the unspoken code that all the stoners understood, how you don't talk about a sale on the phone. If you call to get something, you have to phrase it in terms of fruit, such as asking if you can get another bunch of strawberries like the last ones you picked up. That tells the person on the other end exactly what you want, and doesn't mention the word "pot".
By Denise Willis6 years ago in Potent
Cannabis, My Family, and I
I was born and raised in Texas, and I am a mother, wife, homeschooler, photographer, waitress, and cannabis advocate. I wasn't raised in the cannabis community, actually the opposite. I grew up in the 90s and I was taught as a child that drugs were bad, and pot wasn't just any drug. It was a gateway drug. I was taught that if I tried pot, it would lead me to using all of the other drugs like crystal meth, etc. The schools, the media, even my family taught me that.
By Erin Hayes-Oliver6 years ago in Potent