Expansion420
Bluelighter
INTRODUCTION
Absolutely beautiful psilocybin mushrooms were picked up from a friend and slap-chopped into bits, and mixed into peanut butter fudge swirl ice cream. A late night treat with a twist! I was not prepared for the quality of the mushrooms, as the trip landed me at a ++++ for a moment of time, something I have not experienced in a long, long time. I feel I always respect my mind and my body with substances and never exceed recommended dosages; this time was no different from past mushroom experiences, except the ride I was in for was not at all anticipated. It was 9:00pm and I was in my kitchen mixing 1tbsp. peanut butter into ½ cup vanilla fudge swirl ice cream. The ‘sprinkles’ so to speak- an eighth of some of the nicest mushrooms I have seen, slap chopped into almost powder. The sundae was quite delicious, actually. Some warm caramel perhaps could have heightened the taste and masked the texture of the mushrooms, but I found that swallowing small amounts of ice cream whole bypassed any nausea associated with ‘knowing’ there were mushrooms in my ice cream. I seldom experience nausea on drugs, this time was no different. 9:15pm and the sundae is complete. The ride is about to begin, I am eager.
I remember my first sign of psychoactive effects- colors. They were so much more textured and ‘earthy’. This was within twenty minutes. I had a grin coming on. I decided to smoke some weed. (I continued smoking weed every twenty to thirty minutes throughout the duration of the experience). The feeling of getting high seemed to ‘hug’ the come up of the shrooms, allowing it to develop more rapidly, I feel. Within an hour I was notably at a +, observing the effects happily, not overwhelmed at all.
Within the hours of 10:15 and 11:15, things began to visually intensify. I was noticing auras around my friend, in that if I were to be observing her and she were to move, her energetic aura would remain in the place it was before she moved for a brief moment, then quickly return to her physical body. Her face was sliding around on her head. Her eyes were slowly shifting further apart. My blinds were moving casually in the nonexistent wind. The music was completely engulfing and transient. Shpongle. It was absolutely perfect. Words cannot express how synergistic the music and the psychoactive effects were. By the end of the hour, I was notably at a ++.
Things were hilarious. I was smoking weed at a pretty steady rate whilst being enveloped in my ‘fortress of warmth’, a big old blanket covering my shroomin’ body perched atop a bean bag chair with a few pillows for support. The lights were dimmed and the energy in the room was phenomenal. OEVs were beautifully increasing in intensity and CEVs were what kept me stuck within my fortress. It was gorgeous to view the prismatic, colorful views of Shpongle induced visions. Eventually, around 11:30, I grew anxious and wanted to see outside. I decided it was an appropriate time to walk my dog. At this time I was at a ++½ and climbing quickly. As I stepped outside, I was stricken with nostalgic joy. I stepped foot upon the earth, and I literally viewed my yard as I did when I was maybe four of five years old, it was a bizarre sensation, but I loved it. Everything felt so unbelievably organic. There were hues of gold, amber and red covering the night sky with the aid of my outdoor flood lights. Looking at them directly, rainbow hues observed in each shard of light emanating so beautifully. Standing next to trees, their life was literally felt. I could almost hear the trees breathing. My dog finished his business, and I went inside, eager to bring my friend outside to bask in the majesty.
She was half asleep when I got back into my room. The time was 12:15, three hours after ingestion, and I was notably at a +++. Conversation was difficult, only hallucinations I was witnessing were important and worthwhile at this point. My friend did not want to move, she was unbelievably comfortable, so I decided to smoke a cigarette. I returned outdoors, twenty feet above the ground on a balcony, and overlooked my private lot of property. I looked at the cars parked in my driveway and noticed how even they, machines, appeared so completely ‘organic’. The ground, quivering and ‘sizzling’, much like how the top of a car looks in the middle of a parking lot on a hot summer day, or how the pavement appears on the same kind of day. You can sort of see the energy of the air ‘sizzle’, and this is much like what I was noticing on the earth, only I found it to be hilarious. As I smoked my cigarette, I suddenly became stricken with sorrow, and the lyrics to a song I hold significant in my heart (but not to the extent that I have even listened to it in years) appeared in my mind. The thought of a companion I had recently cut some ties with appeared in my head, and I fell ill with grief. I felt wrong for my actions. I felt sinful. As I continued puffing away, listening now at full volume to this song playing in my head, thinking about what I have done, I fell to my knees in sadness and shed a few tears. This is the ++++ experience, I visually forgot where I was, who I was, when I was, or why I was. I was lost in a sea of color and gradient geometrics covering every physical object in my vicinity. This moment realistically lasted five to ten minutes, as the sign of my cigarette being over became apparent with a burn on my fingers, I let it burn too long as I was caught up in the transcendence. I tossed the butt, and needed to text my friend.
As I returned to my bedroom, the music serenated me almost instantaneously back to a place where I could relax. I texted the friend on my mind, and then lost myself in the music. I was sprawled atop my bed, and as time progressed (it was around 12:30am at this point), I found myself near the point of orgasm from the sounds of the music. I laughed and I laughed as I rolled around my bed, feeling one with everything in my surroundings. This feeling of ecstasy lasted for thirty to forty five minutes, until my moans of joy were overheard by my friend. She asked “What?” to which I responded “YES”. The music was completely captivating me, and I was in a state of what could only be described as pure, unadulterated bliss.
The trip from this point forward, around 1:15am (four hours after ingestion) was spent covered in our fortresses of warmth smoking weed. The music yet again was a powerful motivating progressive force within this trip, as I feel if the genre were any different, late night dim lit room tripping would have been a completely different experience. I spent the remaining two hours of my come down getting stoned and feeling fantastic vibes. The experience overall lasted residually through the eight hour mark, something I have never observed with an eighth of mushrooms. These were highly potent, and gorgeous to boot. I was pleasantly surprised with the intensity and complexity of this trip. I hope to repeat the experience in the near future.
CONCLUSION
Never underestimate the potency of your substances! I have been used to eating a whole eighth for my mushroom experiences, but this time the effects were so unrivaled from any time past, it literally brought me to my knees in transcendent disbelief of everything in the world. It was an intense experience full of vibrant color and appreciation of music and tactile sensations. Mushrooms are a fantastic psychedelic, and there is still much to be learned about the effects of psilocin on the human brain.
I once made a tea, steeped the shrooms for around a half hour on low-med heat, strained, mixed with agave nectar and fresh squeezed lemon juice and thew it over ice and sipped along with a yogurt I mixed the steeped pulp leftovers in (didn't want to waste a bit!). That ended up being a fun trip. Lots of laughing and looking at the sky 