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Flying Agaric with Amanita Muscaria
By Bip Norris
My first success with Amanita Muscaria came a few years ago from a batch of perhaps 10 mushrooms of variable sizes collected from pine forest in the ********; I removed the stipes (I think) and boiled them to produce a broth in order to standardise drug content/dosage, drank perhaps 1 large caps worth on an empty stomach and froze the rest as ice cubes. The resultant intoxication lasted some 8 hours; I cannot say that it was either stimulant or sedative though probably more of the latter; Its most distinct feature was its wave like formation – perhaps a dozen times I would find my self completely normal for a period of time and then another wave would rise up, at the crest of which I was clearly in an altered state and although there was no denying this I cannot say exactly how. During the strongest wave I lay down in a dark room and did a breath counting exercise – I was somewhat disassociated and the image of an atomic mushroom cloud over the city came to me. (this to date, has gladly not turned out to be prophetic!) At another point I was sat in the armchair and a wave came on and the light in the room seemed shifting and strange. No ill effects were noted at any point and it was reasonably pleasant. The next day I felt refreshed and on the bus into town the image I’d seen on TV of a Shaman on fly agarics dancing with a spirit seemed highly comprehensible to me and my mood was good.
A couple of days later I doubled the dose but the effect was much less and I again doubled the dose a few days later; this was more effective, but the thing that stood out from this session was that when I put pen to paper I produced, at great speed, an odd picture of one of our cats unlike my usual more laboured precise style. This was curious since my girlfriend then dug out her Fly Agaric induced picture, which also shared this characteristic. A month later I finished the ice cubes with little effect so suspect degradation.
The following year I picked Fly Agarics from a broadleaf forest. One mushroom (oven dried in bits on foil – a messy wet procedure not recommended) produced strong nausea; I induced vomiting and soon felt well again. Several days later I had 1½ Amanita (I can’t remember how they were processed); after a rest I woke and the room seemed to sparkle in some way. To be honest I don’t remember much of it other than lying on the sofa for a couple of hours enjoying a mild, relaxing sort of ‘delirium’.
The following account is of my trip using dried Amanita Muscaria posted from the U.S.A. After reading on the internet that lots of people had had effects from 10g dried mushroom and others had had up to 28g or so I decided to take 10g and a further 5g if needed (since most had found the 10-15 range effective but a few had found it overly so)
20/05/2001
5.25 Ingest 10g dried Amanita Muscaria broken down in bits at about 1 tsp. a time with tea.
5.45 Aware of indigestible mass in stomach
5.55 Nausea + stomach discomfort; slight salivation; perhaps light headedness perhaps placebo effect
6.00 Lay down on sofa, close my eyes and go into a dreamy semi sleep for about an hour.
6.50ish get up stick my fingers down my throat and vomit. Note spots on the bits of rehydrated cap are clearly visible. Nice! Feel much better.
At this point I thought the mental effects were due to having just woken up, but it soon became clear that it was the mushrooms. It seemed that I had just arisen (that slightly stunned state) again and again. I went and sat in the armchair and made the comment that in some odd way it reminded me of Salvia. There were some visual effects "Things aren’t moving but they’re not staying still either". The effects seemed a little crude and mechanical compared to other drugs. I ate some soup, chips & salad – I wasn’t hungry although empty, but it went down ok. It then seemed that my brain got caught in some sort of cycle – I really can’t for the life of me explain this state now in words or even fully re-live it. I know that I didn’t want my evening bath because I would be trapped in water over and over forever. Certain thoughts seemed more likely to repeat and trap me so and when it seemed I had such a thought I tried to change it before that happened. Perhaps near 9pm I went to bed and F read to me from a Buddhist text to see how this affected it – I drifted off and it sounded highly meaningful but this is the last I remember. At 10.33 F sent the following email to a mate who had been following the progress of his friend’s experiment…
Dear R
staggering at 7pm post vomit.
Everything 'flashing' moment to moment, same event/thought repeating until replaced by another. Not very functional by this point, and becoming more drowsy so went upstairs to lay down - seemed to be caught in some sort of time loop, not particularly pleasant but seems to have settled now into semi-comatose state - can just about get a 'mmm' out of him so i guess he's ok! Heartbeat regular etc.
Catch you later if you're on MSN before bedtime.
F
At near midnight I had apparently sat up and had a short conversation with F and since I seemed ok and had managed something to the effect of "Love you – good night" she went to sleep. All I know is that I woke at about 7am surprised at being fully dressed and desperately trying to recall what day it was (7am – pm?) or what the hell had gone on! This actually didn’t take long and I felt fine. If I take more of this batch it will be a smaller dose since such strong sedation is hardly useful and could presumably be dangerous if taken to a very high level. If a smaller dose would have allowed me to stay awake and experience more of the effect I don’t know.
Before I let F relate her experiences of Amanita Muscaria I will just make brief mention of two others I know to have tried it – one was a chap I knew briefly who said it was "like being pissed" though how reliable a witness he was might be debateable. The other was the friend of a friend who had taken it a couple of times with no effect and then had boiled 1 whole large specimen (I think – certainly not much more) and drunk the resultant juice. His description was not very detailed but he told me that his eyes seemed to be moving in a triangular fashion or things seemed somehow triangular and his cheese plant seemed to be moving around in the corner of the room. He had been sick and then either became bored or sedated and went to bed.
F
Firstly, to put these accounts into context: this happened around Xmas 1992, was my first adult psychedelic experience (I’d had ½ small yellow tablet (white inside?) of acid when I was about 15 and not thought much of it – more recent experiences have compelled me to revise my opinion on that) and was during an emotionally very stressful time.
Two years previously I’d come across some fly agarics in local woodland. I’d read a little bit about them and, as my finding them seemed fortuitous (I thought I’d spotted someone I knew, who at the time usually wore a red hat, I didn’t manage to catch up with her but the trail led to the fly agarics – I’d not seen any before then.) I picked four took them home and the following day dried them by tying thread around the stipe and hanging them in an oven on minimal heat for hours and hours, then broke them up and put them away in a small, opaque, airtight container, in an out of reach cupboard (away from kids) and forgot about them.
A couple of years later, at Christmas time, when life was being generally kind of weird (having up to then just been unpleasant) – How weird? Since just after Halloween I had, or seemed to be, sharing my head with some (?) Saxon (?) Bronze Age male ancestor. For perspective, I rarely touched alcohol and have never smoked. Coffee was my only vice at the time. Maybe I was just psychotic, but anyhow, he was very interested in tasting all the odd foods around, and while we were exploring the kitchen we found the container with the fly agarics. I gave him a mental image of what they were, he thought it was a good idea to eat them. I wasn’t at all sure, having no idea as to toxicity etc but, at that time in my life, I didn’t care all that much if they killed me, so I took several pieces of dried Amanita Muscaria, probably about a caps worth, chewed well and swallowed. No effects were noticeable for at least a couple of hours. I then began to feel light-headed, drowsy-but-alert, made my excuses and went for a lie down. At this point I wasn’t sure whether or not I might have ingested something Very Poisonous, but felt I’d probably be ok – I had read a bit about Amanita Muscaria around the time I’d picked these specimens and was fairly sure of identification. Effects were not spectacular, I found that whatever I thought about was very vividly visualised. There was also an impression that things were going on in my head that I was not consciously aware of, and that I was now somehow ‘thinking with a different part of my brain’. After about an hour I got up and, though feeling slightly intoxicated, went about normal tasks. Later in the evening I did a painting, much more rushed and impressionistic than my (also) usual very detailed fine-lined style. Also noticeable were possible toxic effects – palpitations, numbness of fingers – perhaps because the specimens were dried at a fairly low temperature.
Although the trip itself isn’t much to report I did come away from it with the feeling that something in my brain had changed, that somehow my thought processes had become more ‘flexible’, though probably at that time any psychedelic might have given this to me. Certainly I (with much help from my ancestor in residence, who stayed with me for some months) managed to think my way out of the bad situation I’d been stuck in and moved on to better things. I tried them a couple more times, nothing memorable except a pleasant intoxication, palpitations and numb fingers, all of which seemed to be reinforced if I ate anything or took a glass of cider (he liked cider).
A second go some weeks later at a higher dose (not sure how much, though – possibly 2 caps) produced an intoxication that came in waves, and kept coming back over a couple of days (possibly reactivated by food and/or alcohol? It seemed that way at the time), also palpitations and peripheral numbness as before.
The third time, about eight months later, finishing off what was left, produced a mild intoxication, in waves again, with enhanced imagination – I can remember reading the Mabinogion on the underground on the way back from R’s, and being caught up in the detail and colour of the descriptions of Arthur’s knights with their armour and horses, and can see how this could be used in a shamanic/initiatory situation. This time no toxic effects appeared.
By Bip Norris
My first success with Amanita Muscaria came a few years ago from a batch of perhaps 10 mushrooms of variable sizes collected from pine forest in the ********; I removed the stipes (I think) and boiled them to produce a broth in order to standardise drug content/dosage, drank perhaps 1 large caps worth on an empty stomach and froze the rest as ice cubes. The resultant intoxication lasted some 8 hours; I cannot say that it was either stimulant or sedative though probably more of the latter; Its most distinct feature was its wave like formation – perhaps a dozen times I would find my self completely normal for a period of time and then another wave would rise up, at the crest of which I was clearly in an altered state and although there was no denying this I cannot say exactly how. During the strongest wave I lay down in a dark room and did a breath counting exercise – I was somewhat disassociated and the image of an atomic mushroom cloud over the city came to me. (this to date, has gladly not turned out to be prophetic!) At another point I was sat in the armchair and a wave came on and the light in the room seemed shifting and strange. No ill effects were noted at any point and it was reasonably pleasant. The next day I felt refreshed and on the bus into town the image I’d seen on TV of a Shaman on fly agarics dancing with a spirit seemed highly comprehensible to me and my mood was good.
A couple of days later I doubled the dose but the effect was much less and I again doubled the dose a few days later; this was more effective, but the thing that stood out from this session was that when I put pen to paper I produced, at great speed, an odd picture of one of our cats unlike my usual more laboured precise style. This was curious since my girlfriend then dug out her Fly Agaric induced picture, which also shared this characteristic. A month later I finished the ice cubes with little effect so suspect degradation.
The following year I picked Fly Agarics from a broadleaf forest. One mushroom (oven dried in bits on foil – a messy wet procedure not recommended) produced strong nausea; I induced vomiting and soon felt well again. Several days later I had 1½ Amanita (I can’t remember how they were processed); after a rest I woke and the room seemed to sparkle in some way. To be honest I don’t remember much of it other than lying on the sofa for a couple of hours enjoying a mild, relaxing sort of ‘delirium’.
The following account is of my trip using dried Amanita Muscaria posted from the U.S.A. After reading on the internet that lots of people had had effects from 10g dried mushroom and others had had up to 28g or so I decided to take 10g and a further 5g if needed (since most had found the 10-15 range effective but a few had found it overly so)
20/05/2001
5.25 Ingest 10g dried Amanita Muscaria broken down in bits at about 1 tsp. a time with tea.
5.45 Aware of indigestible mass in stomach
5.55 Nausea + stomach discomfort; slight salivation; perhaps light headedness perhaps placebo effect
6.00 Lay down on sofa, close my eyes and go into a dreamy semi sleep for about an hour.
6.50ish get up stick my fingers down my throat and vomit. Note spots on the bits of rehydrated cap are clearly visible. Nice! Feel much better.
At this point I thought the mental effects were due to having just woken up, but it soon became clear that it was the mushrooms. It seemed that I had just arisen (that slightly stunned state) again and again. I went and sat in the armchair and made the comment that in some odd way it reminded me of Salvia. There were some visual effects "Things aren’t moving but they’re not staying still either". The effects seemed a little crude and mechanical compared to other drugs. I ate some soup, chips & salad – I wasn’t hungry although empty, but it went down ok. It then seemed that my brain got caught in some sort of cycle – I really can’t for the life of me explain this state now in words or even fully re-live it. I know that I didn’t want my evening bath because I would be trapped in water over and over forever. Certain thoughts seemed more likely to repeat and trap me so and when it seemed I had such a thought I tried to change it before that happened. Perhaps near 9pm I went to bed and F read to me from a Buddhist text to see how this affected it – I drifted off and it sounded highly meaningful but this is the last I remember. At 10.33 F sent the following email to a mate who had been following the progress of his friend’s experiment…
Dear R
staggering at 7pm post vomit.
Everything 'flashing' moment to moment, same event/thought repeating until replaced by another. Not very functional by this point, and becoming more drowsy so went upstairs to lay down - seemed to be caught in some sort of time loop, not particularly pleasant but seems to have settled now into semi-comatose state - can just about get a 'mmm' out of him so i guess he's ok! Heartbeat regular etc.
Catch you later if you're on MSN before bedtime.
F
At near midnight I had apparently sat up and had a short conversation with F and since I seemed ok and had managed something to the effect of "Love you – good night" she went to sleep. All I know is that I woke at about 7am surprised at being fully dressed and desperately trying to recall what day it was (7am – pm?) or what the hell had gone on! This actually didn’t take long and I felt fine. If I take more of this batch it will be a smaller dose since such strong sedation is hardly useful and could presumably be dangerous if taken to a very high level. If a smaller dose would have allowed me to stay awake and experience more of the effect I don’t know.
Before I let F relate her experiences of Amanita Muscaria I will just make brief mention of two others I know to have tried it – one was a chap I knew briefly who said it was "like being pissed" though how reliable a witness he was might be debateable. The other was the friend of a friend who had taken it a couple of times with no effect and then had boiled 1 whole large specimen (I think – certainly not much more) and drunk the resultant juice. His description was not very detailed but he told me that his eyes seemed to be moving in a triangular fashion or things seemed somehow triangular and his cheese plant seemed to be moving around in the corner of the room. He had been sick and then either became bored or sedated and went to bed.
F
Firstly, to put these accounts into context: this happened around Xmas 1992, was my first adult psychedelic experience (I’d had ½ small yellow tablet (white inside?) of acid when I was about 15 and not thought much of it – more recent experiences have compelled me to revise my opinion on that) and was during an emotionally very stressful time.
Two years previously I’d come across some fly agarics in local woodland. I’d read a little bit about them and, as my finding them seemed fortuitous (I thought I’d spotted someone I knew, who at the time usually wore a red hat, I didn’t manage to catch up with her but the trail led to the fly agarics – I’d not seen any before then.) I picked four took them home and the following day dried them by tying thread around the stipe and hanging them in an oven on minimal heat for hours and hours, then broke them up and put them away in a small, opaque, airtight container, in an out of reach cupboard (away from kids) and forgot about them.
A couple of years later, at Christmas time, when life was being generally kind of weird (having up to then just been unpleasant) – How weird? Since just after Halloween I had, or seemed to be, sharing my head with some (?) Saxon (?) Bronze Age male ancestor. For perspective, I rarely touched alcohol and have never smoked. Coffee was my only vice at the time. Maybe I was just psychotic, but anyhow, he was very interested in tasting all the odd foods around, and while we were exploring the kitchen we found the container with the fly agarics. I gave him a mental image of what they were, he thought it was a good idea to eat them. I wasn’t at all sure, having no idea as to toxicity etc but, at that time in my life, I didn’t care all that much if they killed me, so I took several pieces of dried Amanita Muscaria, probably about a caps worth, chewed well and swallowed. No effects were noticeable for at least a couple of hours. I then began to feel light-headed, drowsy-but-alert, made my excuses and went for a lie down. At this point I wasn’t sure whether or not I might have ingested something Very Poisonous, but felt I’d probably be ok – I had read a bit about Amanita Muscaria around the time I’d picked these specimens and was fairly sure of identification. Effects were not spectacular, I found that whatever I thought about was very vividly visualised. There was also an impression that things were going on in my head that I was not consciously aware of, and that I was now somehow ‘thinking with a different part of my brain’. After about an hour I got up and, though feeling slightly intoxicated, went about normal tasks. Later in the evening I did a painting, much more rushed and impressionistic than my (also) usual very detailed fine-lined style. Also noticeable were possible toxic effects – palpitations, numbness of fingers – perhaps because the specimens were dried at a fairly low temperature.
Although the trip itself isn’t much to report I did come away from it with the feeling that something in my brain had changed, that somehow my thought processes had become more ‘flexible’, though probably at that time any psychedelic might have given this to me. Certainly I (with much help from my ancestor in residence, who stayed with me for some months) managed to think my way out of the bad situation I’d been stuck in and moved on to better things. I tried them a couple more times, nothing memorable except a pleasant intoxication, palpitations and numb fingers, all of which seemed to be reinforced if I ate anything or took a glass of cider (he liked cider).
A second go some weeks later at a higher dose (not sure how much, though – possibly 2 caps) produced an intoxication that came in waves, and kept coming back over a couple of days (possibly reactivated by food and/or alcohol? It seemed that way at the time), also palpitations and peripheral numbness as before.
The third time, about eight months later, finishing off what was left, produced a mild intoxication, in waves again, with enhanced imagination – I can remember reading the Mabinogion on the underground on the way back from R’s, and being caught up in the detail and colour of the descriptions of Arthur’s knights with their armour and horses, and can see how this could be used in a shamanic/initiatory situation. This time no toxic effects appeared.
