The interesting site showed itself at 5pm, when J showed me his harvested cubensis. It was a lovely collection of nearly 100g. He said he would give me 5g for free if I took them all with him at an old barn surrounded by woods and brush which once was a field. I hesitantly agreed; although I was nervous. This, as we both knew, was what Bill Hicks called a Heroic dose. And those dried blue chunks of fungus looked intimidating. I had taken a pill of "psilocin" (probably 4-ho-mipt) which was supposedly matching the 5g heroic dose. And that was a hell of a trip. Despite that experience, I had no fucking clue...
The barn I wasn't too familiar with. Once many years ago we smoked a bunch of weed inside the rotting dark place, other than that I've only passed it on a few walks. So, finals being over and me happy about that, I'm up for this "heroic" challenge, especially at 0$. J thought it'd be best to go there an hour before it started to get dark so we can set up some cool things and lay down some insecticide. That we did.
At 7pm, we arrived with my car containing a large plastic tarp, 2 folding chairs, 2 flashlights (one a 1million candlepower spotlight) and a flourescent lantern , some non-caffeinated pop, a battery powered stereo with a few nice trance cds, and a battery operated string thing that made a string into a wave and flashes lights onto it (very cool, highly recommended, got it at wal-mart). I did not bring a gun this time, the main reason was because I was using a very high dose, and the other being we could retreat to the car for safety, which was parked nearby. Before setting up we ate the shrooms and chased them down with root beer. 5.1g each. We thought it'd be cool to go 100mg over the heroic dose.
The lantern seemed to light up the interior well, bouncing some light off the greyish ~18 foot high ceiling. There wasn't a loft or any 2nd story, it was just a simple square barn with a pretty lifeless dirt floor. As we sit down at about 7:15, everything is set up and the trance music playing with the string spinning. It looked so synergestic already, and I was just starting to feel the psilocin bind to receptors in my body, subtly changing things in mysterious ways...
I told our friends D and P to stop by at around 8 or 8:30 to check on us, so that was our lifeline in case this thing was too much for us and we weren't heroes afterall. It felt comforting as slowly but surely my perceptions were shifting and my mind coming alive in a strange way. J looked over at me and looked nervous and trippy but smiling. I returned the smile and lit up a joint. I don't toke much anymore but it always has gone good with comeups. We pass it around and make simple comments about the atmosphere, and how cool this is gonna be, etc. The weed seems to ease some cramping but not shadow the body load, which is going strong in my stomach. I start to feel nauseous but this passes with a few more tokes.
Five minutes later, I am somewhere else. The trance music flows through the walls of this strange enclosure like liquid electricity. I can see these strange colored waterfalls moving on the walls as our deep tunnel trance plays. I look at my hands and they are melting and wet, throwing off neon yellow colored liquid skin with every slight movement. I laugh loudly, feeling intensely screwed by this electric fire in my body, yet trying to surrender and make peace with it. Soon my very own consciousness was disconnecting and reconnecting in amazing ways. Many paradigm shifts, ages of questions, lost cities, being experienced and pondered. Ancient writing appeared over the dirt, a recurring theme in my trips. I stared down at it. I could see it wiggling and being written. Just then, I felt like i could see a black pointy long fingered hand writing all this. I got a jolt of fear then intense wonder and awe. I pointed at the dirt and J could see the writing too. "ancient writing" he said, amazed. The coincidence at the moment was too much to be a coincidence to my tripped mind. I finally felt a mystical connection to my skeptical atheist mind. It was wonderful yet scary.
Time lost all meaning and the fear was rising. I was losing my very being in a blur of sensory overload. Just then two people with flashlights bust in loudly. Cops, I thought. Maybe they can help me and keep me from losing my mind. "whats up dudes?" asks D. "D! awe man great to see ya" I hear myself say in a deep distorted voice from a strange distance. "I am lll.. losing everything, cant let it go, could lost forever" I mutter as the world loudly starts to spiral, and to me, it was the beginning of the end. This spiralling effect, which was making a loud grinding noise and slowly tumbling everything in my vision to a slow counterclockwise spin, I perceived to be the start of some death wheel which would lead to be being gone forever in the flow of chaos.
"Don't worry man you'll be fine! Trust me!" D exclaims. Meanwhile P was comforting J who was curled in a ball on his seat and saying something about it being too intense or too loud. P turned down the music and J yelled "NO!", so P turned it up and J said "Oh." probably as in "ok". My world was becoming increasingly separated from the human world. I didn't know what I was at this point. D took a seat next to me and I could barely remember what he was, and when I would, the memory would quickly be lost in the spiral of my senses. Soon the spiral was taking my senses of smell and hearing. I cannot accurately describe what happened, nor completely remember it myself, but my senses got tangled in this counterclockwise spin. I didn't perceive higher dimensions, just a horrible but wonderfully strange chaos of the senses colliding at high circular velocities. I fell off my chair. The pain was real but disconnected. There was no more language, just this spiral. Panic set in as the chaos and disconnection grew. I saw myself yell and run out the barn door and into the woods. Darkness but loud mechanical noises and strange musical notes playing which weren't from anything real.
I stumbled and fell after a short distance because my spacial perception of my body was so off, it was as if i was blended into the surroundings like an infinite amoeba on a 2 dimensional surface. I saw a grey ufo flying towards me. I closed my eyes and awoke in a very colorful exotic place. The view was extraordinary. The resolution was so detailed, so much clearer than real life, that not all of it could be put into memory but it was fantastic. Futuristic vision of a tropical town. What are people? Everything is beautiful... I was thinking without words.
D and P were gently carrying me back to the car, where J was, in the back seat laying in the fetal position and twitching mildly. They had trance playing gently. I sat in the passenger seat and D got in the drivers, as the keys were in and I guess he was looking out to make sure I don't go on a psychedelic joyride. He said some things but I couldn't understand, I was out of body in some colorful fantasy land, the fear and panic faded and dimmed down beautifully. I can't describe in words what I was feeling but it was wonderful and refreshing.
P cleaned up everything and put it in the trunk. What great pals. D then drove us to his place. We didn't ask him to or plan this, but it was such a great change of environment. A much more controlled place to be. We sat in his living room and drank some water as the trip slowly winded down, but still going very strong. I began to talk understandably but I only communicated my awe and amazement about what had happened and what was going on. Soon, the trip crashed down and I was sober. There was a certain faint sadness at being back, whether it was from neurochemical changes or just a loss of a magical world. Probably both. I was happy though to regain function and thinking, although it seemed my senses were so dimmed and dulled compared to the massive sense-spiral that consumed my very being.
I talked to D and P some, and thanked them. J had to be given a 2mg xanax bar when he was in the car cause he was crying; I must have been so far off I didn't realize it, or the sound was interpreted as something else. By this point he was passed out, at around 2am. I myself took 20mg ambien and lied on D's couch and waited to be carried off into peaceful sleep.
This trip was very powerful, and I definitely wouldn't recommend this dose to anyone without some decent experience under their belt. I think it would have gone smoother in an indoor setting, but we were afraid of drawing attention in case one of us freaked out. The barn wasn't bad though. Reminded me of Bill Hicks story of eating mushrooms in a field and being abducted by a UFO. I think I thought of this when the shrooms were first kicking in. I am very excited I saw a hallucinated UFO on my trip, that just completed it for me, although the other, crystal clear images were amazing and still are. One of the best trips yet! Too bad our language can't relate such psychedelic intensity, but I tried. Peace.
(p.s. I think terrence mckenna originally called this dose heroic but I'm not sure)
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The barn I wasn't too familiar with. Once many years ago we smoked a bunch of weed inside the rotting dark place, other than that I've only passed it on a few walks. So, finals being over and me happy about that, I'm up for this "heroic" challenge, especially at 0$. J thought it'd be best to go there an hour before it started to get dark so we can set up some cool things and lay down some insecticide. That we did.
At 7pm, we arrived with my car containing a large plastic tarp, 2 folding chairs, 2 flashlights (one a 1million candlepower spotlight) and a flourescent lantern , some non-caffeinated pop, a battery powered stereo with a few nice trance cds, and a battery operated string thing that made a string into a wave and flashes lights onto it (very cool, highly recommended, got it at wal-mart). I did not bring a gun this time, the main reason was because I was using a very high dose, and the other being we could retreat to the car for safety, which was parked nearby. Before setting up we ate the shrooms and chased them down with root beer. 5.1g each. We thought it'd be cool to go 100mg over the heroic dose.
The lantern seemed to light up the interior well, bouncing some light off the greyish ~18 foot high ceiling. There wasn't a loft or any 2nd story, it was just a simple square barn with a pretty lifeless dirt floor. As we sit down at about 7:15, everything is set up and the trance music playing with the string spinning. It looked so synergestic already, and I was just starting to feel the psilocin bind to receptors in my body, subtly changing things in mysterious ways...
I told our friends D and P to stop by at around 8 or 8:30 to check on us, so that was our lifeline in case this thing was too much for us and we weren't heroes afterall. It felt comforting as slowly but surely my perceptions were shifting and my mind coming alive in a strange way. J looked over at me and looked nervous and trippy but smiling. I returned the smile and lit up a joint. I don't toke much anymore but it always has gone good with comeups. We pass it around and make simple comments about the atmosphere, and how cool this is gonna be, etc. The weed seems to ease some cramping but not shadow the body load, which is going strong in my stomach. I start to feel nauseous but this passes with a few more tokes.
Five minutes later, I am somewhere else. The trance music flows through the walls of this strange enclosure like liquid electricity. I can see these strange colored waterfalls moving on the walls as our deep tunnel trance plays. I look at my hands and they are melting and wet, throwing off neon yellow colored liquid skin with every slight movement. I laugh loudly, feeling intensely screwed by this electric fire in my body, yet trying to surrender and make peace with it. Soon my very own consciousness was disconnecting and reconnecting in amazing ways. Many paradigm shifts, ages of questions, lost cities, being experienced and pondered. Ancient writing appeared over the dirt, a recurring theme in my trips. I stared down at it. I could see it wiggling and being written. Just then, I felt like i could see a black pointy long fingered hand writing all this. I got a jolt of fear then intense wonder and awe. I pointed at the dirt and J could see the writing too. "ancient writing" he said, amazed. The coincidence at the moment was too much to be a coincidence to my tripped mind. I finally felt a mystical connection to my skeptical atheist mind. It was wonderful yet scary.
Time lost all meaning and the fear was rising. I was losing my very being in a blur of sensory overload. Just then two people with flashlights bust in loudly. Cops, I thought. Maybe they can help me and keep me from losing my mind. "whats up dudes?" asks D. "D! awe man great to see ya" I hear myself say in a deep distorted voice from a strange distance. "I am lll.. losing everything, cant let it go, could lost forever" I mutter as the world loudly starts to spiral, and to me, it was the beginning of the end. This spiralling effect, which was making a loud grinding noise and slowly tumbling everything in my vision to a slow counterclockwise spin, I perceived to be the start of some death wheel which would lead to be being gone forever in the flow of chaos.
"Don't worry man you'll be fine! Trust me!" D exclaims. Meanwhile P was comforting J who was curled in a ball on his seat and saying something about it being too intense or too loud. P turned down the music and J yelled "NO!", so P turned it up and J said "Oh." probably as in "ok". My world was becoming increasingly separated from the human world. I didn't know what I was at this point. D took a seat next to me and I could barely remember what he was, and when I would, the memory would quickly be lost in the spiral of my senses. Soon the spiral was taking my senses of smell and hearing. I cannot accurately describe what happened, nor completely remember it myself, but my senses got tangled in this counterclockwise spin. I didn't perceive higher dimensions, just a horrible but wonderfully strange chaos of the senses colliding at high circular velocities. I fell off my chair. The pain was real but disconnected. There was no more language, just this spiral. Panic set in as the chaos and disconnection grew. I saw myself yell and run out the barn door and into the woods. Darkness but loud mechanical noises and strange musical notes playing which weren't from anything real.
I stumbled and fell after a short distance because my spacial perception of my body was so off, it was as if i was blended into the surroundings like an infinite amoeba on a 2 dimensional surface. I saw a grey ufo flying towards me. I closed my eyes and awoke in a very colorful exotic place. The view was extraordinary. The resolution was so detailed, so much clearer than real life, that not all of it could be put into memory but it was fantastic. Futuristic vision of a tropical town. What are people? Everything is beautiful... I was thinking without words.
D and P were gently carrying me back to the car, where J was, in the back seat laying in the fetal position and twitching mildly. They had trance playing gently. I sat in the passenger seat and D got in the drivers, as the keys were in and I guess he was looking out to make sure I don't go on a psychedelic joyride. He said some things but I couldn't understand, I was out of body in some colorful fantasy land, the fear and panic faded and dimmed down beautifully. I can't describe in words what I was feeling but it was wonderful and refreshing.
P cleaned up everything and put it in the trunk. What great pals. D then drove us to his place. We didn't ask him to or plan this, but it was such a great change of environment. A much more controlled place to be. We sat in his living room and drank some water as the trip slowly winded down, but still going very strong. I began to talk understandably but I only communicated my awe and amazement about what had happened and what was going on. Soon, the trip crashed down and I was sober. There was a certain faint sadness at being back, whether it was from neurochemical changes or just a loss of a magical world. Probably both. I was happy though to regain function and thinking, although it seemed my senses were so dimmed and dulled compared to the massive sense-spiral that consumed my very being.
I talked to D and P some, and thanked them. J had to be given a 2mg xanax bar when he was in the car cause he was crying; I must have been so far off I didn't realize it, or the sound was interpreted as something else. By this point he was passed out, at around 2am. I myself took 20mg ambien and lied on D's couch and waited to be carried off into peaceful sleep.
This trip was very powerful, and I definitely wouldn't recommend this dose to anyone without some decent experience under their belt. I think it would have gone smoother in an indoor setting, but we were afraid of drawing attention in case one of us freaked out. The barn wasn't bad though. Reminded me of Bill Hicks story of eating mushrooms in a field and being abducted by a UFO. I think I thought of this when the shrooms were first kicking in. I am very excited I saw a hallucinated UFO on my trip, that just completed it for me, although the other, crystal clear images were amazing and still are. One of the best trips yet! Too bad our language can't relate such psychedelic intensity, but I tried. Peace.
(p.s. I think terrence mckenna originally called this dose heroic but I'm not sure)
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