Mushrooms -- Second time -- An orgasm of creative thought
The mushroom trip is quite interesting and very..complex. I'll try to explain what I experienced-
The setting: late afternoon in my dorm room (in which some time was spent looking out the window) by myself.
It started with a noticeably uncomfortable COMING UP period with a little nausea and anxiety, but it was very easy to get past this. Then came the beginning of the trip- I felt as if my mind had been opened up and I was experiencing an orgasm of creative thought. I had these INTENSE realizations and thoughts, and it was just a shitload of fun.
Then I started noticing the VISUALS- I looked up at my ceiling and it was alive, moving, forming strange 3d patterns. I looked outside and the trees were moving and bending, the clouds were transforming into different animals and objects. I looked at my computer screen and it was like a cartoon world, and words that weren't there would move across the screen. I looked into the mirror and my face was melting. It was all very very fun to watch (no, more than that; it was beautiful), and I knew it wasn't real, but it became overwhelming after a while.
I saw my hands and noticed they were smaller, and I started to wonder "did my hands always look like this? what were they like before?" and then i felt my arms and realized all the hair was gone, and it just seemed too strange to understand. The thing with shrooms is once you start to come down/get past the peak, it's pretty easy to get stuck in a bad train of thought and become disillisioned and frightened by reality.
I just started thinking "When I wake up tomorrow, will i remain trapped in THIS world? Will ANYTHING ever be like it was before today?" At that point, I knew what it felt like to be at the EDGE of insanity, or so i thought. I decided to lie down in bed and try to calm myself, but i no longer felt i could control my thoughts.
I closed my eyes and saw some crazy shit...it's difficult to explain this, but i felt as if my conscious and subconscious had somehow merged (like I was witnessing a very strange dream). I was thinking of all the pain and sufferring and war, everything that was wrong with the world and humanity, all the problems in my life, and it scared the shit out of me...I was no longer desensitized to it all, like we usually are; it was all so real, staring me straight in the face.
Eventually, it was over. I was shook up and a little scared, and thought, "wow- it wasn't worth it." I'd say I thought it was both the greatest and worst night of my life.
But looking back on the experience....it was so great in that it has made me realize the depths of my creativity. I feel more in touch with the philosophical and spiritual roots of humanity, and it was just a reminder of how beautiful this world can be.
[Added paragraphs -SplaTT]
The mushroom trip is quite interesting and very..complex. I'll try to explain what I experienced-
The setting: late afternoon in my dorm room (in which some time was spent looking out the window) by myself.
It started with a noticeably uncomfortable COMING UP period with a little nausea and anxiety, but it was very easy to get past this. Then came the beginning of the trip- I felt as if my mind had been opened up and I was experiencing an orgasm of creative thought. I had these INTENSE realizations and thoughts, and it was just a shitload of fun.
Then I started noticing the VISUALS- I looked up at my ceiling and it was alive, moving, forming strange 3d patterns. I looked outside and the trees were moving and bending, the clouds were transforming into different animals and objects. I looked at my computer screen and it was like a cartoon world, and words that weren't there would move across the screen. I looked into the mirror and my face was melting. It was all very very fun to watch (no, more than that; it was beautiful), and I knew it wasn't real, but it became overwhelming after a while.
I saw my hands and noticed they were smaller, and I started to wonder "did my hands always look like this? what were they like before?" and then i felt my arms and realized all the hair was gone, and it just seemed too strange to understand. The thing with shrooms is once you start to come down/get past the peak, it's pretty easy to get stuck in a bad train of thought and become disillisioned and frightened by reality.
I just started thinking "When I wake up tomorrow, will i remain trapped in THIS world? Will ANYTHING ever be like it was before today?" At that point, I knew what it felt like to be at the EDGE of insanity, or so i thought. I decided to lie down in bed and try to calm myself, but i no longer felt i could control my thoughts.
I closed my eyes and saw some crazy shit...it's difficult to explain this, but i felt as if my conscious and subconscious had somehow merged (like I was witnessing a very strange dream). I was thinking of all the pain and sufferring and war, everything that was wrong with the world and humanity, all the problems in my life, and it scared the shit out of me...I was no longer desensitized to it all, like we usually are; it was all so real, staring me straight in the face.
Eventually, it was over. I was shook up and a little scared, and thought, "wow- it wasn't worth it." I'd say I thought it was both the greatest and worst night of my life.
But looking back on the experience....it was so great in that it has made me realize the depths of my creativity. I feel more in touch with the philosophical and spiritual roots of humanity, and it was just a reminder of how beautiful this world can be.
[Added paragraphs -SplaTT]
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