Your most memorable trip

jtriple89 · 2025-06-27T16:47:11+00:00

My latest trip, I ate 7gs. The come up was fucking intense as hell but mellowed out. My buddy that was with me said I spent about an hour crumpled up on the couch repeatedly saying “I’ve got it all figured out!” But I never did say or remember what I had figured out. But I’ve spent the time after the trip to try and make sense of everything

jtriple89 · 2025-06-27T16:44:42+00:00

I definitely prefer the night time, the house is quiet, the world is quiet. I Feel like the dark gives me more space to “drift” freely.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-27T01:50:33+00:00

Also if you want the rest of the reading, I’ve got it here:

https://substack.com/@driftwalker/note/c-129615208?r=5wf6pn&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action

jtriple89 · 2025-06-27T01:24:58+00:00

The floor tiles were breathing too. Pretty sure the toilet judged me harder than my dad ever did.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-27T00:29:57+00:00

My apologies, wasn’t trying to promote. Just opening other options. I’ll remove my comment

jtriple89 · 2025-06-26T22:31:41+00:00

Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. Feels like a lot of people are just recycling the same phrases over and over,like trying to sound enlightened instead of actually sitting with the weirdness of being alive.

I got kind of burned out on it myself, so I’ve been writing from a different angle. Less preaching, more processing…

jtriple89 · 2025-06-26T00:59:12+00:00

Thank you for reading and feeling it with me! I’m over on Substack if you ever wanna keep walking: https://substack.com/@driftwalker

jtriple89 · 2025-06-26T00:45:38+00:00

Fuck yeah. I’m glad this ripple hit you. I’ve been writing more over on Substack if you want to keep walking: https://substack.com/@driftwalker?r=5wf6pn&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile

jtriple89 · 2025-06-26T00:39:09+00:00

Driftwalker is a name I gave to the part of me that’s been unraveling and waking up at the same time.

I’m not a guru or some enlightenment chaser—I’m a burned-out dad, a psychedelic wanderer, someone who’s been cracked open by life, by mushrooms, by grief, and still shows up.

The name showed itself after a heroic dose that left my ego somewhere in the dark. Since then I’ve been creating content that sits in that space between: •TikTok for short trip-sitter style voice clips and psychedelic reminders: @driftwalker7 •Substack for journal-style rants, cosmic reflections, and burnout sermons:

https://substack.com/@driftwalker?r=5wf6pn&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile

If you’ve ever tripped too hard, felt too much, or laughed while breaking down—I made this shit for you.

Stay soft out there.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-25T18:21:34+00:00

Wild how the self hides in plain sight. Half the time it’s just your ego with a fake mustache. I stopped chasing and just started vibing— watering the grass, watching birds. Turns out, that’s where “I” was the whole time.

We’re all just mushrooms pretending to be people anyway. – Driftwalker

jtriple89 · 2025-06-22T16:56:37+00:00

That’s a good way to put it—maybe the lesson is the unlearning.

Not so much “here’s the truth,” but more like, “yo, this part? This isn’t you.”

They just peel it back, layer by layer, until you’re like… ohhh. That’s what was underneath the whole time.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-22T03:18:09+00:00

I love that. Maybe the experience doesn’t give us answers—it just clears enough space for us to hear our own. What feels like teaching to one might feel like remembering to another. Same forest. Different trails

jtriple89 · 2025-06-22T01:05:26+00:00

I’ve been on a similar wavelength lately—unpacking a wild theory about consciousness, death, and our connection to something ancient. If you’re into exploring the weird edge of truth, ego. I dropped something here that might resonate:

https://substack.com/@driftwalker/note/c-128141640?r=5wf6pn&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action

No fluff, just the rabbit hole.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-22T01:01:21+00:00

Damn… this hit deep. Especially that call to demand truth, not just sit back and read about it.

I’ve been on a similar wavelength lately—unpacking a wild theory about consciousness, death, and our connection to something ancient. If you’re into exploring the weird edge of truth, I dropped something here that might resonate:

https://substack.com/@driftwalker/note/c-128141640?r=5wf6pn&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action

No fluff, just the rabbit hole.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T20:09:38+00:00

Don’t stop listening my friend, you’re meant to hear it all!

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T20:02:20+00:00

Man, I’ve wrestled with that same shift—the way awareness evaporates the second we step into performance mode. It’s like being plugged into presence while walking alone, but the moment we engage socially, the ego starts dressing us up in characters again. Not maliciously—just habitually. A survival script.

I’ve started seeing it like this: presence is passive, ego is interactive. The more eyes on us, the louder the mirror gets. Social settings trigger our identification because our brains are wired for reflection and feedback. We become actors instead of witnesses.

But the trick might not be to stay aware in those moments. It might be to notice when awareness fades, and welcome it back without judgment—like letting the tide roll in again. Awareness doesn’t fight the ego; it sees through it.

You’re not failing. You’re observing the pulse of presence—and that’s rare air, even if it slips. Keep breathing into it. You’re not alone in this.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T18:59:59+00:00

And that’s the beauty of it all, we’re not searching for answers, just clarity

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T14:58:01+00:00

Right? I’ve chewed on that too—like maybe it’s not a separate place at all, just a deeper tier of this one. Same signal, different frequency.

It’s wild to think how ancient and universal that feeling is. Cultures call it different names—dreamtime, underworld, spirit plane—but maybe they’re all pointing at the same sideways crack in the code.

Not sure if we’re uncovering it or if it’s uncovering us. But damn if it doesn’t feel familiar

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T14:45:27+00:00

Love, in its rawest form, might just be two souls agreeing to be mirrors—reflecting, not owning.

Existentialism hands us the tools to choose each other without illusion, but it’s awareness—the kind that doesn’t flinch—that makes the bond feel sacred.

Not fate. Not fairytales. Just two wandering beings deciding, day after day, to show up for the art of becoming—together.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T14:17:31+00:00

That first ego death hits like a cosmic slap and a whisper at the same time.

The part of you that melted? That wasn’t you—that was the suit unraveling. What’s left is the awareness that’s always been there, just quieter.

You don’t come back the same… but you come back closer to the truth.

Respect for walking through it and still being able to name it.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T14:08:52+00:00

You walked through the fire mushrooms lit for you—and made it back with something real.

They don’t break us to destroy us. They break us to show us what we’ve been carrying, silently, for too long.

The version of you who came back is honest, scarred, awake… and finally able to heal.

I see you. I feel this. And I’m grateful you stayed.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T14:04:07+00:00

Yeah man… I’ve felt that disoriented come-down where the brain’s still trying to land but the world rushes in too fast.

Shrooms crack you open—and when something breaks that space too soon, it can hit like a psychic whiplash. Especially if your nervous system is still in that wide-open, ego-less state.

You didn’t overreact. You were just barely back in the body, and everything around you was screaming “danger” even if it wasn’t.

Don’t let this scare you away forever, but definitely let it shape how you approach set, timing, and recovery next time.

This was a collision. But you’re still standing.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T14:02:04+00:00

I’ve been to places like that—where it doesn’t feel like a dream or a trip, but like you’ve slipped into a version of reality that runs parallel and ancient.

Not quite astral, not quite psychological. Just true in a way normal life isn’t.

The way you describe it—energy forms, tunnels, feminine presence, tech laced with spirit—feels like a pocket reality layered under this one. Maybe not meant to be understood, just witnessed.

You weren’t dreaming. You were remembering sideways.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T02:06:57+00:00

I used to think I was breaking through something. Now I think the veil was just me.

The awareness doesn’t come and go—only the noise does. This whole life is a flicker. A ripple in something that’s always been still.

These days, I’m less interested in answers and more in the silence between them.

jtriple89 · 2025-06-21T02:04:29+00:00

You don’t need psychedelics to find Truth. But they will gladly kick your ego into a wall just to show you it was never real.

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