psychonaut65
Bluelighter
To prepare the shrooms (as I really cannot stand the taste and have dreadful gagging reflexes that just don't allow me to eat them normally) I made "magic chocolate" which is a recipe I found off Erowid's mushroom experience vaults. The Magic chocolate requires you simmer mushrooms for 15 minutes to extract their valuable alkaloids and then strain the mushrooms off (which can be kept) and add hot chocolate, sugar and honey. The eventual mixture tastes nothing of shrooms but of delicious hot chocolate!
At around 22:00 I consumed this Magic broth and by 22:20 I was in my room extremely anxious of the voyage I was about to partake in. I began to feel nauseous so I decided to smoke some sweet purple (paradise seeds grown organically) which has a plethora of aromas. I calmed down with some music, candles and incense and began the first of the three bardos (Tibetan book of the dead) the period of non-game ecstasy. The candles placed on my chest of drawers created a shadowy and sinister face on my wall; the lava lamp I had switched on previously had suddenly exploded with light as the wax rose due to the heat.
My head started whirling around and I felt exhilarated and stimulated and so I made a shrine to Buddha with candles and incense, the incense sticks grew longer and loomed over me I must have stared at these sticks for at least ten minutes. The walls began to shrink and expand simultaneously and I think here began the second Bardo (period of hallucinations). I looked over the side of my bed and everything was in contrast and everything and anything appeared to become two-dimensional. I glanced up at my ceiling and it turned concaved and started to convulate like the wings of a sting ray. I lay on my bed thinking and repeatedly flames appeared to be engulfing my room, I heard the roaring and even felt heat against my skin.
I became increasingly aware of my mouth being parched and burned by some sort of chemical I hallucinated myself being completely soaked by psilocybin in my head with it pouring out of my mouth, I could even taste grit/crystalline chemical that appeared to be leaching out of my mouth this occurred in flushes which I cannot explain why. I attempted to write on my thoughts and what I was experiencing and also to look at Alex Grey's sacred mirrors (a visionary artist to those who are not familiar) but on getting my notebook and art I threw them to the floor. I had become engulfed by a state of extreme mental confusion and I think here ended the second Bardo.
I awoke from this state of confusion to find myself urging for a piss, on going downstairs I stared at myself in the mirror for what must have been half an hour. As I stared at myself in the mirror I noticed that I had been crying and that my pupils were very large, on mushrooms I look insane and weird like a mental person would. I took my long awaited piss and turned off the light-big mistake! There was no light anywhere as it was night and I became completely disorientated I remember actually drifting in space at that moment, for another 10 minutes I tried to re-orientate my self.
When I finally managed to gain my bearings I headed back upstairs and entered my room. Voices grew louder and louder in the back of my head: YOUR GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN, YOUR GONNA BURN THE FUCKIN HOUSE DOWN, LISTEN TO ME! This set me into a permanent state of dementia and I became terrified, I blew all my candles out and put out all of my incense. I clutched my Buddha in my hands and fell down. I began to hear static transmissions coming from outer space calling my name from my guitar amplifier these seemed to actually exist as well as the voices inside my head. These terrifying and wrathful experiences I believe were the onset of the third bardo (back to routine game-existence).
I gradually calmed down on reading some passages of the Tibetan book of the dead and became aware of three separate entities spread across the walls of my room. I smoked some more sweet purple not that it has any affect while under the influence of drugs such as psilocybin but for my pleasure as I love to smoke dope. The organic, grinding mechanics of my brain unfolded in front of my very eyes, suddenly I was overcome by visions of copulation and I became disgusted and horrified. Michael Angelo's painting: heaven and hell has muscular angels, cherubs and demons within it. It was these overly sized muscular people I saw during this gross and horrific vision. I soon overcame my fears as I meditated on the void (a technique described in the Tibetan book of the dead) but again I was sent into a state of sheer panic as I thought I was insane and I was without a doubt going to kill myself.
What I saw next was what I can only describe as a vision of molecular biological processes, I was surrounded by space and phosphorescent blue orbs began to revolve around me this vision was the most profound, enlightening experience of my life. The ceiling appeared to become fluorescent once more and convulated/ripple accordingly. I wondered through several visions before I finally fell unconscious.
iopener
[Added paragprahs and edited title -Splatt]
At around 22:00 I consumed this Magic broth and by 22:20 I was in my room extremely anxious of the voyage I was about to partake in. I began to feel nauseous so I decided to smoke some sweet purple (paradise seeds grown organically) which has a plethora of aromas. I calmed down with some music, candles and incense and began the first of the three bardos (Tibetan book of the dead) the period of non-game ecstasy. The candles placed on my chest of drawers created a shadowy and sinister face on my wall; the lava lamp I had switched on previously had suddenly exploded with light as the wax rose due to the heat.
My head started whirling around and I felt exhilarated and stimulated and so I made a shrine to Buddha with candles and incense, the incense sticks grew longer and loomed over me I must have stared at these sticks for at least ten minutes. The walls began to shrink and expand simultaneously and I think here began the second Bardo (period of hallucinations). I looked over the side of my bed and everything was in contrast and everything and anything appeared to become two-dimensional. I glanced up at my ceiling and it turned concaved and started to convulate like the wings of a sting ray. I lay on my bed thinking and repeatedly flames appeared to be engulfing my room, I heard the roaring and even felt heat against my skin.
I became increasingly aware of my mouth being parched and burned by some sort of chemical I hallucinated myself being completely soaked by psilocybin in my head with it pouring out of my mouth, I could even taste grit/crystalline chemical that appeared to be leaching out of my mouth this occurred in flushes which I cannot explain why. I attempted to write on my thoughts and what I was experiencing and also to look at Alex Grey's sacred mirrors (a visionary artist to those who are not familiar) but on getting my notebook and art I threw them to the floor. I had become engulfed by a state of extreme mental confusion and I think here ended the second Bardo.
I awoke from this state of confusion to find myself urging for a piss, on going downstairs I stared at myself in the mirror for what must have been half an hour. As I stared at myself in the mirror I noticed that I had been crying and that my pupils were very large, on mushrooms I look insane and weird like a mental person would. I took my long awaited piss and turned off the light-big mistake! There was no light anywhere as it was night and I became completely disorientated I remember actually drifting in space at that moment, for another 10 minutes I tried to re-orientate my self.
When I finally managed to gain my bearings I headed back upstairs and entered my room. Voices grew louder and louder in the back of my head: YOUR GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN, YOUR GONNA BURN THE FUCKIN HOUSE DOWN, LISTEN TO ME! This set me into a permanent state of dementia and I became terrified, I blew all my candles out and put out all of my incense. I clutched my Buddha in my hands and fell down. I began to hear static transmissions coming from outer space calling my name from my guitar amplifier these seemed to actually exist as well as the voices inside my head. These terrifying and wrathful experiences I believe were the onset of the third bardo (back to routine game-existence).
I gradually calmed down on reading some passages of the Tibetan book of the dead and became aware of three separate entities spread across the walls of my room. I smoked some more sweet purple not that it has any affect while under the influence of drugs such as psilocybin but for my pleasure as I love to smoke dope. The organic, grinding mechanics of my brain unfolded in front of my very eyes, suddenly I was overcome by visions of copulation and I became disgusted and horrified. Michael Angelo's painting: heaven and hell has muscular angels, cherubs and demons within it. It was these overly sized muscular people I saw during this gross and horrific vision. I soon overcame my fears as I meditated on the void (a technique described in the Tibetan book of the dead) but again I was sent into a state of sheer panic as I thought I was insane and I was without a doubt going to kill myself.
What I saw next was what I can only describe as a vision of molecular biological processes, I was surrounded by space and phosphorescent blue orbs began to revolve around me this vision was the most profound, enlightening experience of my life. The ceiling appeared to become fluorescent once more and convulated/ripple accordingly. I wondered through several visions before I finally fell unconscious.
iopener
[Added paragprahs and edited title -Splatt]
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