The first time I took mushrooms I experienced it...It was the scariest shit I've ever been through, right up there with high doses of salvia. I really did think I was dead.
I wasn't even planning on trying mushrooms that night, just heading out to my friend's house for his bday, upon arrival he said they were all getting down on some shrooms and asked if I wanted to join, so I figured screw it, why not?
Well I made the beginners mistake...his friend who brought the shrooms sold me 4g, told me everybody had eaten between 2-2.5g...they all started about an hour before me so they were already going good by the time I decided to eat...I followed orders and took a little over 2g.
An hour goes by and I'm starting to get some visuals, nothing to brag about, but interesting none the less...(If I had known that shrooms don't really kick in completely for about an hour and half, I never would have done what I was about to do)...so at this point I wasn't totally impressed so I decided to eat the rest of what he gave me...BIG mistake...about 20 minutes after I ate the rest of them, everything hit me like a ton of bricks...I was laying on the ground, could not move my body at all, all I saw was a white light and felt like I was levitating up towards the light. I couldn't do anything, couldn't move, talk, anything...This went on for probably only about 10 minutes but at the time felt like an eternity, and as I slowly came back to reality, everything began to appear piece by piece, very slowly...First the house across the street appeared, but everything around it was darkness, then bit by bit, my reality pieced itself back together, one object at a time...And even after I was back in reality I was still totally fucked, I could barely walk, I would take one step and forget how to finish it and fall into the wall or something, and then everything just turned into a massive visualizer with psychedelic colors swirling all over everything; it would change patterns and colors with every change in the music we had playing. It was cool at that point but I was still kinda freaking out for about 30 minutes or so, it was such a foreign feeling, and I didn't like it...but somebody talked me down and I eventually let go and just took in the whole experience for what it was...
Overall I had a blast, but the beginning was horrible. My only prior drug experience was I had rolled a few times, smoked plenty of weed, and smoked salvia twice (absolutely hated it, just figured I might hate it less the second time around since I knew what to expect for the most part), so this incredibly strong experience took me WAY by surprise...I have since taken over 7g of shrooms on more than one occasion and still never had anything that paralleled the level of my first experience.
But yeah, ego loss is a pretty freaky thing to experience, especially if you are inexperienced with psychs...but if you do make it there and back, you will be totally ready for psychs after that. No matter how intense shit gets, it seems like nothing compared to ego loss, so it seems totally do-able to keep your cool, at least that's been my experience...It's a good thing to experience IMO, I came out of the trip a lot more level headed than I ever was before, seems like any bad situations I've encountered (with or without drugs) since then, I have been much more able to handle the situation and work my way through it.
Also I really do feel it made me a better person, I mean not that I've ever been a bad guy, but everybody has stuff about themselves they'd like to change or things they do in life that they would like to do differently, and being at the edge of the abyss thinking my life was actually over, made me reflect on my past and wish I could have done more with my time while I was still "alive", made me wish I could have another chance so I could do some things over, and be a better person...Well I made it back, I didn't actually die (obviously lol) but the thoughts that I was thinking as I was in that state have stuck with me forever, I will never forget it, and it has helped me to change my behaviors and whatnot, because I don't know when I will die for real, and I don't want to be having the regrets that I was having at that point, I want to make sure I did the most I could with my life and experience everything I can while I'm here, cause you never know when it will all be gone for good, so carpe diem.