Mister Chef
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I've been wanting to talk about this stuff for awhile now. I just want to get this off my chest. 
So I recently acquired some mushrooms but I'm a bit nervous about having another psychedelic experience. I typically trip alone because everyone I know is too afraid of psychedelics. I've had experience with Acid twice (first drug I ever did). Not sure the dosage but had a great time both times. Guessing around 100ug for the first and around 50-60ug for the second (which was actually disappointing). I've also done 25i NBOMe about 20 or so times. I honestly kinda abused the use of 25i as I tripped about once a week for about 2-3 months (I started slowing down with how frequently I tripped later), though I no longer wish to do 25i ever again. My dosages for the 25i started out as 1.2mg for awhile, got upped to about 1.8mg for awhile, and got lowered to 600ug because I started hating the body load and overall unhealthy feeling with 25i (and sometimes tripping really heavily, at least on 25i, kind of creeped me out for some reason...part of it was while listening to music, certain instruments in a song would often drop flat, out of key, which sounded so creepy but awesome. I'd also have this quiet, extremely bizarre high pitch sound enter my ears when tripping heavily, that I described while tripping as "creepy classical music").
The last few trips, I almost just felt like I was laying there having a heart attack (especially for the hour or so right after I'd smoke a bowl) because 25i is way too physically stimulating (I got good at keeping myself calm through it though). I realized that there can be only so much physical pleasure before you have to leave your body to continue on in pleasure (which doesn't really make sense, as the physical drug wouldn't still be in you if your body was dead, lol). I almost felt like something or someone was trying to get me to "continue on in pleasure" out of my body. I didn't "go" because I knew the 25i wouldn't still be in me if my body was dead.
But then something really weird happened (well actually I don't quite remember if it was the same trip, or the trip after but it doesn't matter much): last time I tripped on 600ug of 25i, I was having a pretty typical, decent trip until around 3/4th into it. I had taken a few Etizolam (which I know can cause amnesia) to help with anxiety and the heart attack-like symptoms. It happened when I smoked a bowl for the 2nd time (I think it was the 2nd) of this trip. I was just sitting around listening to music and thinking about stuff when I suddenly got this idea that my life is so great and perfect, and I didn't need to do drugs anymore (not that I started to do them to cope with any negativity). I got this urge to run around and announce to everyone in town that "everything's great and I don't need to do drugs anymore" (lmao). Then it hit me that I couldn't trust my judgement right now so I stuck a note on my door telling me that I'm still tripping and not to leave. It was around then that I suddenly got the weirdest mindfuck of my life. I kept suddenly kept forgetting things that had JUST HAPPENED or that I'd JUST thought of and I was aware of the EXACT moment I'd forget. It was a very strange feeling. I literally couldn't help but speak all of my thoughts out loud (no other people were around). It's like I couldn't keep my thoughts in my mind. I started reading everything in rhythms and song (kind of like Catatonic Schizophrenia), but that part I thought was actually cool. I started telling myself out loud (as I couldn't really keep my thoughts in my head) that I shouldn't do 25i anymore, as it's bad for my brain. About 15 seconds later I suddenly thought it was God talking through me, telling me not to do the 25i (which may or may not have been true, I do believe in God, but I don't think it was Him at that point). Nothing like any of that has ever happened to me before, even when I've tripped really heavily, and it's made me nervous about doing psychedelics again.
Also (this one should be a bit humorous to you), there was this one trip I had (a different trip, awhile before this last one) where I'd had this vision of a sun with an odd looking smiley face and I heard this voice (in the vision, not audibly) calling my name in a really high, falsetto voice. It was the same voice my dad would sometimes talk to me when I was really little. I was sobbing the entire vision, and I wasn't and still am not sure if the crying was happy or sad crying (the "happy or sad?" crying thing has happened on a few other trips as well). But almost every time I think about or remember that vision, I start crying again (though I manage to stop it), even as I was writing this. I really hope I didn't emotionally fuck myself up or something.
I actually feel a little better just posting this, lol. As I said, I really want to do the shrooms/continue with psychedelics, but I don't like that amnesia-mindfuck thing that happened; and it was only on 600ug of 25i (and a bowl of weed).
I don't mean to sound like my life has become worse since starting psychedelics. I've become alot more sanguine and tend to be in a good mood all the time now, rather than melancholy all the time, which I'm happy about. I've also realized how beautiful and perfect life itself is; something I always took for granted. There's alot more personal stuff too that I won't get into.
Any similar experiences/suggestions/comments?
So I recently acquired some mushrooms but I'm a bit nervous about having another psychedelic experience. I typically trip alone because everyone I know is too afraid of psychedelics. I've had experience with Acid twice (first drug I ever did). Not sure the dosage but had a great time both times. Guessing around 100ug for the first and around 50-60ug for the second (which was actually disappointing). I've also done 25i NBOMe about 20 or so times. I honestly kinda abused the use of 25i as I tripped about once a week for about 2-3 months (I started slowing down with how frequently I tripped later), though I no longer wish to do 25i ever again. My dosages for the 25i started out as 1.2mg for awhile, got upped to about 1.8mg for awhile, and got lowered to 600ug because I started hating the body load and overall unhealthy feeling with 25i (and sometimes tripping really heavily, at least on 25i, kind of creeped me out for some reason...part of it was while listening to music, certain instruments in a song would often drop flat, out of key, which sounded so creepy but awesome. I'd also have this quiet, extremely bizarre high pitch sound enter my ears when tripping heavily, that I described while tripping as "creepy classical music").
The last few trips, I almost just felt like I was laying there having a heart attack (especially for the hour or so right after I'd smoke a bowl) because 25i is way too physically stimulating (I got good at keeping myself calm through it though). I realized that there can be only so much physical pleasure before you have to leave your body to continue on in pleasure (which doesn't really make sense, as the physical drug wouldn't still be in you if your body was dead, lol). I almost felt like something or someone was trying to get me to "continue on in pleasure" out of my body. I didn't "go" because I knew the 25i wouldn't still be in me if my body was dead.
But then something really weird happened (well actually I don't quite remember if it was the same trip, or the trip after but it doesn't matter much): last time I tripped on 600ug of 25i, I was having a pretty typical, decent trip until around 3/4th into it. I had taken a few Etizolam (which I know can cause amnesia) to help with anxiety and the heart attack-like symptoms. It happened when I smoked a bowl for the 2nd time (I think it was the 2nd) of this trip. I was just sitting around listening to music and thinking about stuff when I suddenly got this idea that my life is so great and perfect, and I didn't need to do drugs anymore (not that I started to do them to cope with any negativity). I got this urge to run around and announce to everyone in town that "everything's great and I don't need to do drugs anymore" (lmao). Then it hit me that I couldn't trust my judgement right now so I stuck a note on my door telling me that I'm still tripping and not to leave. It was around then that I suddenly got the weirdest mindfuck of my life. I kept suddenly kept forgetting things that had JUST HAPPENED or that I'd JUST thought of and I was aware of the EXACT moment I'd forget. It was a very strange feeling. I literally couldn't help but speak all of my thoughts out loud (no other people were around). It's like I couldn't keep my thoughts in my mind. I started reading everything in rhythms and song (kind of like Catatonic Schizophrenia), but that part I thought was actually cool. I started telling myself out loud (as I couldn't really keep my thoughts in my head) that I shouldn't do 25i anymore, as it's bad for my brain. About 15 seconds later I suddenly thought it was God talking through me, telling me not to do the 25i (which may or may not have been true, I do believe in God, but I don't think it was Him at that point). Nothing like any of that has ever happened to me before, even when I've tripped really heavily, and it's made me nervous about doing psychedelics again.
Also (this one should be a bit humorous to you), there was this one trip I had (a different trip, awhile before this last one) where I'd had this vision of a sun with an odd looking smiley face and I heard this voice (in the vision, not audibly) calling my name in a really high, falsetto voice. It was the same voice my dad would sometimes talk to me when I was really little. I was sobbing the entire vision, and I wasn't and still am not sure if the crying was happy or sad crying (the "happy or sad?" crying thing has happened on a few other trips as well). But almost every time I think about or remember that vision, I start crying again (though I manage to stop it), even as I was writing this. I really hope I didn't emotionally fuck myself up or something.
I actually feel a little better just posting this, lol. As I said, I really want to do the shrooms/continue with psychedelics, but I don't like that amnesia-mindfuck thing that happened; and it was only on 600ug of 25i (and a bowl of weed).
I don't mean to sound like my life has become worse since starting psychedelics. I've become alot more sanguine and tend to be in a good mood all the time now, rather than melancholy all the time, which I'm happy about. I've also realized how beautiful and perfect life itself is; something I always took for granted. There's alot more personal stuff too that I won't get into.

Any similar experiences/suggestions/comments?
