Fishface
Bluelighter
15g fresh cubensis; experienced; ‘TakeThe Beer!’
While I have enjoyed many a mushroom experience in my distant past, I am enjoying revisiting the experience after nearly a quarter of a century’s break.
It was a fine, spring day this year when my oldest friend came over to visit me year in South West England. We decided to take a car trip out to a nearby museum set in extensive grounds and, not being particularly keen on visiting the museum, I asked my friend whether he would be bothered if I ate the bag of mushrooms I’d bought the previous day and whether he would like to join me. He declined but said he had no problem with me eating them, which I did as we went to his car.
The journey out to the museum was in the order of 20-30 minutes, during which time I experienced gentle waves of mushroom energy coursing through me and found the day becoming more and more beautiful. Arriving at the museum we found it closed, so decided to drive on and find a pub to try and get something to drink so, about 15-25 minutes later, we arrived at a picture-book English country pub and parked in the car park. I was feeling fine, the energy continuing to build, nature glowing all the brighter and the gravel of the car park gently morphing, but I felt on top of it and able to walk into the pub and order a drink from the bar.
Waiting at the bar, a bigger wave hit me and then I realised that the bar-maid was standing in front of me with a a pint of beer in her hand – only thing was, it was just the beer – no glass! I turned to my friend and told him, under my breath, to, ‘take the beer’, having to repeat it a couple of times before he did, and then realised that the interior of the pub, once populated with families sat down to enjoy a traditional English Sunday dinner, had changed into something out of Lord of The Rings – elves and dwarves competed with larger ‘beasts’ and all spoke in what I can only describe as ‘lizard talk’, a common occurrence for me on mushrooms! I quickly headed out of the pub, assisted by a very confused friend, to the garden, where we were able to sit and me chill out a bit.
Cars went by – and by – and by – time flowed in its mushroomy way – that pint must have lasted a week – the stone walls breathed and the trees just did their thing – it was just so, so beautiful. My friend and I talked for what seemed like forever – so many topics, so many emotions, so much shared – while families moved too and fro, the love of parents for their children and the ways of the younger ones almost reducing me to tears – the level of pure, culpable energy – love – was almost overwhelming. The only difficult bit was when I had to navigate the pub’s interior to go to the loo – always tricky enough on shrooms! – but having to get past bloody Gandalf and his chums was testing to say the least!
After some time, we walked up some stairs to the towpath of a canal where people enjoyed their Sunday strolls or cycled and walked with them, enjoying the beauty of the people, water and countryside. I had only moved to that part of the country a few months before and became overwhelmed again, repeating over and over again how amazed I was to be living in such a beautiful place and feeling so connected with the whole environment. We walked so far, turned and returned the way we came. It must have been about four hours now since I’d eaten the shrooms, the peak was well over and now I just basked in that wonderful afterglow where you’re still connected with everything but things have returned to being passably normal.
The remainder of the day was wonderful but unremarkable but, returning to the same place yesterday, straight, I could appreciate further the way in which psychedelics allow us to break down the mind’s delusions and allow us to begin to appreciate and understand the true nature of reality and makes me all the sadder at how ignorant people can bring about laws to criminalise such innocent and life-enriching activity.
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While I have enjoyed many a mushroom experience in my distant past, I am enjoying revisiting the experience after nearly a quarter of a century’s break.
It was a fine, spring day this year when my oldest friend came over to visit me year in South West England. We decided to take a car trip out to a nearby museum set in extensive grounds and, not being particularly keen on visiting the museum, I asked my friend whether he would be bothered if I ate the bag of mushrooms I’d bought the previous day and whether he would like to join me. He declined but said he had no problem with me eating them, which I did as we went to his car.
The journey out to the museum was in the order of 20-30 minutes, during which time I experienced gentle waves of mushroom energy coursing through me and found the day becoming more and more beautiful. Arriving at the museum we found it closed, so decided to drive on and find a pub to try and get something to drink so, about 15-25 minutes later, we arrived at a picture-book English country pub and parked in the car park. I was feeling fine, the energy continuing to build, nature glowing all the brighter and the gravel of the car park gently morphing, but I felt on top of it and able to walk into the pub and order a drink from the bar.
Waiting at the bar, a bigger wave hit me and then I realised that the bar-maid was standing in front of me with a a pint of beer in her hand – only thing was, it was just the beer – no glass! I turned to my friend and told him, under my breath, to, ‘take the beer’, having to repeat it a couple of times before he did, and then realised that the interior of the pub, once populated with families sat down to enjoy a traditional English Sunday dinner, had changed into something out of Lord of The Rings – elves and dwarves competed with larger ‘beasts’ and all spoke in what I can only describe as ‘lizard talk’, a common occurrence for me on mushrooms! I quickly headed out of the pub, assisted by a very confused friend, to the garden, where we were able to sit and me chill out a bit.
Cars went by – and by – and by – time flowed in its mushroomy way – that pint must have lasted a week – the stone walls breathed and the trees just did their thing – it was just so, so beautiful. My friend and I talked for what seemed like forever – so many topics, so many emotions, so much shared – while families moved too and fro, the love of parents for their children and the ways of the younger ones almost reducing me to tears – the level of pure, culpable energy – love – was almost overwhelming. The only difficult bit was when I had to navigate the pub’s interior to go to the loo – always tricky enough on shrooms! – but having to get past bloody Gandalf and his chums was testing to say the least!
After some time, we walked up some stairs to the towpath of a canal where people enjoyed their Sunday strolls or cycled and walked with them, enjoying the beauty of the people, water and countryside. I had only moved to that part of the country a few months before and became overwhelmed again, repeating over and over again how amazed I was to be living in such a beautiful place and feeling so connected with the whole environment. We walked so far, turned and returned the way we came. It must have been about four hours now since I’d eaten the shrooms, the peak was well over and now I just basked in that wonderful afterglow where you’re still connected with everything but things have returned to being passably normal.
The remainder of the day was wonderful but unremarkable but, returning to the same place yesterday, straight, I could appreciate further the way in which psychedelics allow us to break down the mind’s delusions and allow us to begin to appreciate and understand the true nature of reality and makes me all the sadder at how ignorant people can bring about laws to criminalise such innocent and life-enriching activity.
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