In honor of so-called "Bicycle Day" I typed up a short report of a recent tryp and an area of research interest this has opened up
(to malign the innocent, and perturb the beneficent, parts of this story have been deranged, and multiple stories have been splended together)
SO...I recently partook of a small oral (approximately 15 mg) tryptamine/psilocin-ish essence. Over the past year I have thankfully been kept very busy with fulfilling planetside activities, and have had few opportunities or desires to partake of the plants. On this occasion I had a free night, and spontaneously felt the "call" to lightly partake. To be honest I had consumed several tasty beers and was lightly buzzed - and usually this is the state I am in when I decide to tryptamize - I have the FEAR and find my body shakes on packing a DMT pipe even for other people; a small amount of beer sometimes removes this inhibition. I don't have much of an outward ritual surrounding these materials, besides cleaning house and maintaining proper body alignment; apart from this, I just try to keep up my usual modus operandi through the thick and thin of life, which is to remain aware and monitor my breathing.
The tryp itself was not noteworthy. I had the intention of having a light dose to help "tap in" to myself and my surroundings, which is what I try to do on a day-to-day basis. The "energy" or distinct buzz of the vicinity (an exotic place) became very apparent, but I stayed in my house, laid down and meditated for the bulk of the tryp. As it came to a close, though, I felt full of energy and decided to head out for an evening ride on the motorcycle. I called my trusty assistant to do the driving.
We cranked up my bike and headed into town. The time was 11:30 PM, when most of the populace is safely in the home, behind locked doors. I noticed immediately as we headed into town that a huge proportion of people on the road were driving fancy (Harley Davidson or similar) motorcycles, and were clad in the leather jackets and vests that suggested these were not the local "Bikers for Jesus" types. We headed to the gas station, and the density of bikers increased. Hundreds of bikers had swarmed into my city. This was very strange - I have been out at this time on many nights, and have never seen anyone lke this. The one time I am on my bike (passenger) and still having a mild tryp, feeling the "energy" and noticing definite visual enhancement of surroundings, but of course with no "hallucinations", there are hundreds of these leather-suited bikers! Very strange.
We pulled into the gas station, and found about 50 bikers swarming the parking lot. A few of them were "burning rubber" or doing the false starts and peeling out, but they seemed to be street-smart and sufficiently well-behaved so as not to attract police attention. A couple were pulling in and out of the gas pump areas, flirting with the attendants, but nothing too troublesome. Long story short, after filling up, they rolled out en masse, prowling into the streets of the night, and we rode right into the midst of this pack of roaming beasts on their jacked up cycles. Headed to where?
I find myself quite susceptible to other people's states of mind. When in the midst of these bikers, a strong and distinct "buzz" became felt, as if this pack behavior was satisfying primal, ancient instincts coded into each cell. I understand why they ride together as a pack - they get both the external power resulting from being in a group, and the internal rush from the pack behavior.
So, sooner rather than later, we pulled away from the pack, being eagles, not herd creatures.
So I've been looking via google into the nature of what Media has termed "Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs" or "1%ers". I thought they were a long-lost part of 1960's and 1970's counterculture, such as documented in Hunter Thompson's "Hell's Angel's". After further research, it appears that there are four major OMGs in the US, anyways, the Hell's Angels, the Mongols, the Outlaws, and the Pagans. It seems many people regard or glorify them as a sort of modern day cowboy, while others, such as Thompson and many LE agents, consider them brutal thugs/gangsters. It seems they play significant roles in the international drug trades, both "soft" and "hard", and are involved in other types of organized crime, such as human smuggling and stolen goods distribution, according to Media and LE websites.
Now, most interestingly, it is easy to find cases of large-scale federal prosecutions under RICO (US criminal conspiracy legislation, which basically f-s you if you were involved in any way, knowingly or unknowingly, in the commission of a given crime) of various "Pagans", "Outlaws", and "Mongols" members. There are no (or perhaps very few) similar prosecutions of the Hells Angels gang. A google search reveals numerous cases of gigantic seizures of "hard drugs" with Hells Angels ties to it (for example, Vancouver Hells Angels), and the evidence is inevitably suppressed; those involved are quickly released. I don't mean to suggest a paranoid conspiracy, but it's clear that these people are very well organized, with corrupt lawyers and other individuals on both side of the law.
I wanted to bring this up since this was an unusually "high energy" encounter, and brought up a particularly fruitful area of inquiry. I don't associate or otherwise have anything to do with Hells Angel's or other OMG's indicated in this report. Cheers.
"...I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats could grin..." - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland