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Mushrooms and chocolate: beware!
I consider myself pretty experienced in the world of the mushroom, having always tripped alone in the dark. I've also read lots of mckenna and leary and spent hundreds of hours at erowid. I’m the most intelligent and informed drug user I know, almost bordering on obsession. I almost had a faith in the mushroom, believing it was the most spiritual drug known to mankind. I knew something was special about psilocybin, something more profound than LSD and nearing DMT. My faith is now shaken.
Nothing could prepare for the utterly bizarre insanity that followed.
I had 3.8g of some stems along with some high-grade chocolate I bought from a candy store nearby. Previously I had had 4.5g of the same batch so I thought this would be a less intense trip, boy was I wrong. I thought the chocolate would only give a "little" boost to my trip.
The trip took an unusually long time to kick in, about 50 minutes. I had an empty stomach, like always. I'm used to 20-30 minutes. Maybe this was the first sign that something was up.
The first visuals started to appear, and then a pattern started to emerge over everything. The visuals quickly started to become the last thing on my mind.
After stripping, because being naked is apparently the only way to face the mushroom, I requested that they "show me what you really are". Oh boy did I ask for it. My penis was the smallest I've ever seen it in my life - it was a little mushroom itself. Mushroom motifs were everywhere.
After licking myself, playing with my saliva, and doing other typical mushroom things I was suddenly put into a very urgent state of mind. Something was wrong! BUT WHAT?!! This was all too familiar, and beyond language.
In my room everything looked like it was in complete disarray. This is a very strange phenomenon and I'm wondering if anyone else has experienced it.
It was like a nightmare. I was convinced I was lucid dreaming or something. I wanted to wake up, so I screamed as loud as I could - WAKE UP!!!
To sum it up, I kept going deeper and deeper, recursively, into the inner depths of my mind and the "universe". I was convinced I didn't exist, except in my mind, and that I would be trapped here forever. Trapped in myself, and this maze of insanity which made no sense. Nothing makes sense. There is no sense. My previous life was but a dream.
I was loony, insane, and belonged in an asylum. Alien beings were contacting me, saying "Oh, its earth again! Lets have some fun!" Their view of fun was definitely not my view of fun.
And then the strangest, kookiest, glossialia of syntax penetrated my mind. Wit chai flcu aush fos fodh ebopo wok ding gong bong!!! Absolute insanity. (have any of you had this?) An image of the madhatter repeatedly hitting himself on the head with a hammer comes to mind. I was the madhatter, and this was mushroomland.
I had no idea what I was doing, as a creature, as a person, as a member of the universe. I had lost my place. "WHAT AM I DOING?!?!" It was like the gears of my mind were jammed by the psilocin molecule.
I snapped out of it at exactly 2:45AM, 6 hours after I ate the mushrooms. The trip was over! I realized that I was indeed in reality. I was grateful for this, but also traumatized. I experienced the deepest level of 'programming' of the human psyche. I was a robot, barely able to function. I was lost.
I quickly told myself I would never do mushrooms again, as nobody should have to experience that level of bizarre-ness. I sat for two more hours, reflecting, trying to make sense of, and letting the drug wear off. I fell asleep at T+8.
A six hour peak - that’s an unusually long time for mushrooms to last! It had to have been the high-grade chocolate which contains tons of psychoactive chemicals and maoi's.
They say you learn the most from "bad" trips, and I would have to agree. What’s funny is I find myself wanting to do mushrooms again, but definitely not at that dose. It’s just too fucked up.
Mushroom trips are so varied! I've previously experienced religious revelation, profoundness, and all that. But, this time something different happened and the mushrooms were letting it all loose. They weren't holding back at all.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
I consider myself pretty experienced in the world of the mushroom, having always tripped alone in the dark. I've also read lots of mckenna and leary and spent hundreds of hours at erowid. I’m the most intelligent and informed drug user I know, almost bordering on obsession. I almost had a faith in the mushroom, believing it was the most spiritual drug known to mankind. I knew something was special about psilocybin, something more profound than LSD and nearing DMT. My faith is now shaken.
Nothing could prepare for the utterly bizarre insanity that followed.
I had 3.8g of some stems along with some high-grade chocolate I bought from a candy store nearby. Previously I had had 4.5g of the same batch so I thought this would be a less intense trip, boy was I wrong. I thought the chocolate would only give a "little" boost to my trip.
The trip took an unusually long time to kick in, about 50 minutes. I had an empty stomach, like always. I'm used to 20-30 minutes. Maybe this was the first sign that something was up.
The first visuals started to appear, and then a pattern started to emerge over everything. The visuals quickly started to become the last thing on my mind.
After stripping, because being naked is apparently the only way to face the mushroom, I requested that they "show me what you really are". Oh boy did I ask for it. My penis was the smallest I've ever seen it in my life - it was a little mushroom itself. Mushroom motifs were everywhere.
After licking myself, playing with my saliva, and doing other typical mushroom things I was suddenly put into a very urgent state of mind. Something was wrong! BUT WHAT?!! This was all too familiar, and beyond language.
In my room everything looked like it was in complete disarray. This is a very strange phenomenon and I'm wondering if anyone else has experienced it.
It was like a nightmare. I was convinced I was lucid dreaming or something. I wanted to wake up, so I screamed as loud as I could - WAKE UP!!!
To sum it up, I kept going deeper and deeper, recursively, into the inner depths of my mind and the "universe". I was convinced I didn't exist, except in my mind, and that I would be trapped here forever. Trapped in myself, and this maze of insanity which made no sense. Nothing makes sense. There is no sense. My previous life was but a dream.
I was loony, insane, and belonged in an asylum. Alien beings were contacting me, saying "Oh, its earth again! Lets have some fun!" Their view of fun was definitely not my view of fun.
And then the strangest, kookiest, glossialia of syntax penetrated my mind. Wit chai flcu aush fos fodh ebopo wok ding gong bong!!! Absolute insanity. (have any of you had this?) An image of the madhatter repeatedly hitting himself on the head with a hammer comes to mind. I was the madhatter, and this was mushroomland.
I had no idea what I was doing, as a creature, as a person, as a member of the universe. I had lost my place. "WHAT AM I DOING?!?!" It was like the gears of my mind were jammed by the psilocin molecule.
I snapped out of it at exactly 2:45AM, 6 hours after I ate the mushrooms. The trip was over! I realized that I was indeed in reality. I was grateful for this, but also traumatized. I experienced the deepest level of 'programming' of the human psyche. I was a robot, barely able to function. I was lost.
I quickly told myself I would never do mushrooms again, as nobody should have to experience that level of bizarre-ness. I sat for two more hours, reflecting, trying to make sense of, and letting the drug wear off. I fell asleep at T+8.
A six hour peak - that’s an unusually long time for mushrooms to last! It had to have been the high-grade chocolate which contains tons of psychoactive chemicals and maoi's.
They say you learn the most from "bad" trips, and I would have to agree. What’s funny is I find myself wanting to do mushrooms again, but definitely not at that dose. It’s just too fucked up.
Mushroom trips are so varied! I've previously experienced religious revelation, profoundness, and all that. But, this time something different happened and the mushrooms were letting it all loose. They weren't holding back at all.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
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