Heroic/show off dose, 10+grams of dried Liberty caps (psilocybe semilanceata) 75cl-15% alcohol bottle of tonic wine (buckfast.) I cannot quote times in this report. I had picked like mad the week prior to this trip and managed to get roughly half a kilo of fresh shrooms. The method I used for drying produces perfect results every time, without compromising potency. I spread wet shrooms on top of a small trampoline so that air would get to them, then put a fan heater underneath on full setting until they were completely dried out.
I headed out just as the sun went down and made the 30min walk to my now ex girlfriends flat. As I said I cant quote times, but it must have been about 6pm. We were going to a mates 21st birthday party and decided to have some drinks at her flat before we went. I had about 100grams of the dried caps in a polly bag and ten 500mg capsules with powdered shrooms inside, in my pocket. My intension was to wait until we got to the party and dish them out to whoever wanted them. We sat and drank for an hour or so, then her younger brother showed up with a few of his buddys. They were getting boozed up also, so I decided to offer them some of my harvest. None of them had taken anything even remotely psychedelic before and simply refused. My assurencies fell on deaf ears as I grabbed a compacted tennis ball sized handfull and stuffed them into my mouth. I cant stand the taste of shrooms, but the sweetness of the buckfast washed them down a treat. Me and my girl went through to the bedroom and I spent the best part of half an hour lying on the bed, picking stalks out of my teeth. She was doing the woman thing... trying on various tops and skirts and struggleing to decide on something to wear. My eyes should have been fixed on her, but I was glued to this picture on the wall of Hendric Larson (a player for celtic football club) and being a rangers fan I hate the bastard. If anyone knows of rangers and celtic, then they'll know rangers wear a blue kit and celtic wear green and white hoops. I knew I was starting to come up on them when the room seemed brighter and my eyes became slightly lazy.
The picture on the wall Looked 3D. Objects started to wobble, wave and shimmer. I took another gulp of wine and lay back still watching this picture almost coming to life. I always feel excited at this stage of the trip... the unknown factor awaits. Most people are frightned of the unknown things that the drug will show them, but this is the reason I love psychedelics, other drugs are too consistent for me and once you've tried them a few times... you know exactly whats going to happen, I find this boring. She was standing in front of the wardrobe in her bra talking, but I was expiriencing some intense visuals at the time, her rib cage was pulsating, each individual rib appeared to be popping in and out at different speeds. After about 5mins of this, I was getting a bit freaked out. "wow!... pass me that bottle of jelly" I said. "what?" "I need it... I'm leaving, sorry I've got my drug head on huni." She knows me well and what I'm all about, so she let me go.
I forgot about the bag of caps and staggered down to the bottom of her close with the bottle of buckfast in my hand that now felt and looked like a bottle of green jelly. The part of the city she lives in sits on a series of massive hills, so I started heading back down towards my house. Half way down the 1st hill I seen a gang of kids walking towards me, initialy I paniced and a wave of paranoia washed over me, but I was still able to collect my thoughts so I quickly got it together and told myself its alright... "keep your head down and they wont notice you". When I walked by them I thought one of them jumped at me and I fell right through a hedge. One of the guys came into the garden, helped me to my feet and gave me my bottle back. "fucking hell mate!... What you full of?" laughing away to himself. "shrooms man". He walked me to the bottom of the hill, took a drink of my buckie and ran to catch up with the rest of them (nice guys actualy haha.) At the bottom of this hill there is a main road then another hill at the other side. A shit load of traffic was going by so I knew it was still fairly early. Everything was tinted with purple, a theme that would continue throughout this trip. By the time I'd got to the end of the 2nd hill my hearing was away. A pub sits about half a click away from where I was and the noise echoed all around me, my hearing felt extra sharp, but nothing made sense, garbled voices booming around me. I needed to piss, so I crossed another road and slid on my arse down this ditch where I wanted to releve myself. I wont go into detail, but I ended up pissing all over my jeans. "fuck it!" I remember mumbling. I stumbled out of the ditch and looked up at the sky, when it started to rain (I live in Glasgow btw) it looked like it was coming down in a cone around me, tanted purple rain. I remember laughing like fuck, thinking it was some sort of sign from prince or some shit haha. There is a short cut on the way back to my house but its pitch dark and I normaly avoid it because a few bad things have happened to folks down there, again I thought "fuck it"... fearless I walked through the dark tunnel, one or two lights were working on the other side, so it wasn't completely pitch. After the tunnel its a ten min walk down a path surrounded by trees and a river at the side. Airplanes were going over and for a second I thought I was getting abducted, I cant describe the noise they made, it was like nothing I've ever heard before. When I realised it was just planes it actualy felt comforting, like if anything bad was going to happen they'd be watching out for me. The trees looked like the top half of their branches had been chopped off in a perfect straight line and the leaves shimmered purple. Every step I took felt like I was walking on a sponge and by this time the only fully functioning senses I had left was taste and smell, which meant nothing to me anyway. I eventualy made it to the street where I stay, probably about an hour after I left hers. Not ready to turn left yet...
I decided to journey some more. Some of my friends who also dabble in altering their perceptions cant handle the outside world and prefer to stay in their little indoor bubble when tripping. I on the other hand, want as much stimulation as I can handle and sometimes feel a little bit confined when I'm inside. I headed towards the main road and noticed a guy leaning against a lamp post, probably waiting for someone to give him a lift or something. At a 2nd glance he was leaning half way up the top of the post, levetating 10ft in the air but still leaning against it, only for a split second. A woman in front of me appeared to be shrinking with every step she took, as I walked by her I blinked and she sprung back to her normal size. The sheer effort it took me to do the simple every day task of walking was extremely tiring. I stopped at the gate to someones home, it was about waist high and I just buckled over it like a piece of rubber. I was there for about 5mins... I think, and thought I was literally halfed in two. Some old dude out walking his dog stopped to see if I was O.K, I ignored him and got my shit together. I remember thinking "oh shit... I'm going to jail now". Outside the chip shop there were more groups of teenagers. They shouted my name but I could only mumble an incoherant reply. I was a fucking mess for conversation anyway, reeking of booze, soaked in my own piss, covered in mud and leaves, talking to myself. You can see all this happening in the 3rd person perspective, like watching yourself tripping from inside your mind. I eventualy got to a park (a kids play area with a couple swings and a slide) and lay down on the bottom part of the slide and closed my eyes. I enjoyed some closed eye visuals for a while and had a funny little sensation that I was getting sucked into a vortex, the slight breeze enhanced this effect and made me feel like I was moving. I realised I still had the capsules in my pocket, the wine was long gone, lost somewhere. I counted in 5 half gram capsules as I swallowed them one by one. The journey home is still a bit of a blur to me. I remember getting to my door and thinking "what?... How did I get back?". Its that homing instinct that kicks in and you make a bee line straight back. Maybe my eyes were closed the whole time.
When I got in, my flat was a mess, clothes strewn about, plates and cups in various places and other general mess (nothing out of the ordenery) but it appeared to me as if someone had broken in and trashed the place. I grabbed a mug and proceeded to stumble around the place searching for intruders. The 2nd wave of the shrooms were starting to hit me, so the intruder phase melted away along with the 3rd person perspective and I entered a lengthy introspective phase. At this point in a trip I always go to bed, physicaly... but mentaly and spiritualy I'm not even on this planet. I had stripped off and was lying in bed and couldn't tell which part of my body was which. I thought my shoulder blades were huge spikes growing out my back. On heroic doses these moments can be beautiful reflections of the universe and all its secrets or pure hell... introspective nightmates. I do remember that I regretted taking the extra capsules as the whole thing was getting too much and I needed rest from it... So the rest of the trip is beyond description, yet fully understandable in the eyes of the beholder. All I can say is... go there. This was a trip I had 3 years ago now, but always stuck with me as the most profound life changing one. Hope you enjoyed reading about my antics more soon as I will obtain some DMT
, sorry about the paragraphs.
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I headed out just as the sun went down and made the 30min walk to my now ex girlfriends flat. As I said I cant quote times, but it must have been about 6pm. We were going to a mates 21st birthday party and decided to have some drinks at her flat before we went. I had about 100grams of the dried caps in a polly bag and ten 500mg capsules with powdered shrooms inside, in my pocket. My intension was to wait until we got to the party and dish them out to whoever wanted them. We sat and drank for an hour or so, then her younger brother showed up with a few of his buddys. They were getting boozed up also, so I decided to offer them some of my harvest. None of them had taken anything even remotely psychedelic before and simply refused. My assurencies fell on deaf ears as I grabbed a compacted tennis ball sized handfull and stuffed them into my mouth. I cant stand the taste of shrooms, but the sweetness of the buckfast washed them down a treat. Me and my girl went through to the bedroom and I spent the best part of half an hour lying on the bed, picking stalks out of my teeth. She was doing the woman thing... trying on various tops and skirts and struggleing to decide on something to wear. My eyes should have been fixed on her, but I was glued to this picture on the wall of Hendric Larson (a player for celtic football club) and being a rangers fan I hate the bastard. If anyone knows of rangers and celtic, then they'll know rangers wear a blue kit and celtic wear green and white hoops. I knew I was starting to come up on them when the room seemed brighter and my eyes became slightly lazy.
The picture on the wall Looked 3D. Objects started to wobble, wave and shimmer. I took another gulp of wine and lay back still watching this picture almost coming to life. I always feel excited at this stage of the trip... the unknown factor awaits. Most people are frightned of the unknown things that the drug will show them, but this is the reason I love psychedelics, other drugs are too consistent for me and once you've tried them a few times... you know exactly whats going to happen, I find this boring. She was standing in front of the wardrobe in her bra talking, but I was expiriencing some intense visuals at the time, her rib cage was pulsating, each individual rib appeared to be popping in and out at different speeds. After about 5mins of this, I was getting a bit freaked out. "wow!... pass me that bottle of jelly" I said. "what?" "I need it... I'm leaving, sorry I've got my drug head on huni." She knows me well and what I'm all about, so she let me go.
I forgot about the bag of caps and staggered down to the bottom of her close with the bottle of buckfast in my hand that now felt and looked like a bottle of green jelly. The part of the city she lives in sits on a series of massive hills, so I started heading back down towards my house. Half way down the 1st hill I seen a gang of kids walking towards me, initialy I paniced and a wave of paranoia washed over me, but I was still able to collect my thoughts so I quickly got it together and told myself its alright... "keep your head down and they wont notice you". When I walked by them I thought one of them jumped at me and I fell right through a hedge. One of the guys came into the garden, helped me to my feet and gave me my bottle back. "fucking hell mate!... What you full of?" laughing away to himself. "shrooms man". He walked me to the bottom of the hill, took a drink of my buckie and ran to catch up with the rest of them (nice guys actualy haha.) At the bottom of this hill there is a main road then another hill at the other side. A shit load of traffic was going by so I knew it was still fairly early. Everything was tinted with purple, a theme that would continue throughout this trip. By the time I'd got to the end of the 2nd hill my hearing was away. A pub sits about half a click away from where I was and the noise echoed all around me, my hearing felt extra sharp, but nothing made sense, garbled voices booming around me. I needed to piss, so I crossed another road and slid on my arse down this ditch where I wanted to releve myself. I wont go into detail, but I ended up pissing all over my jeans. "fuck it!" I remember mumbling. I stumbled out of the ditch and looked up at the sky, when it started to rain (I live in Glasgow btw) it looked like it was coming down in a cone around me, tanted purple rain. I remember laughing like fuck, thinking it was some sort of sign from prince or some shit haha. There is a short cut on the way back to my house but its pitch dark and I normaly avoid it because a few bad things have happened to folks down there, again I thought "fuck it"... fearless I walked through the dark tunnel, one or two lights were working on the other side, so it wasn't completely pitch. After the tunnel its a ten min walk down a path surrounded by trees and a river at the side. Airplanes were going over and for a second I thought I was getting abducted, I cant describe the noise they made, it was like nothing I've ever heard before. When I realised it was just planes it actualy felt comforting, like if anything bad was going to happen they'd be watching out for me. The trees looked like the top half of their branches had been chopped off in a perfect straight line and the leaves shimmered purple. Every step I took felt like I was walking on a sponge and by this time the only fully functioning senses I had left was taste and smell, which meant nothing to me anyway. I eventualy made it to the street where I stay, probably about an hour after I left hers. Not ready to turn left yet...
I decided to journey some more. Some of my friends who also dabble in altering their perceptions cant handle the outside world and prefer to stay in their little indoor bubble when tripping. I on the other hand, want as much stimulation as I can handle and sometimes feel a little bit confined when I'm inside. I headed towards the main road and noticed a guy leaning against a lamp post, probably waiting for someone to give him a lift or something. At a 2nd glance he was leaning half way up the top of the post, levetating 10ft in the air but still leaning against it, only for a split second. A woman in front of me appeared to be shrinking with every step she took, as I walked by her I blinked and she sprung back to her normal size. The sheer effort it took me to do the simple every day task of walking was extremely tiring. I stopped at the gate to someones home, it was about waist high and I just buckled over it like a piece of rubber. I was there for about 5mins... I think, and thought I was literally halfed in two. Some old dude out walking his dog stopped to see if I was O.K, I ignored him and got my shit together. I remember thinking "oh shit... I'm going to jail now". Outside the chip shop there were more groups of teenagers. They shouted my name but I could only mumble an incoherant reply. I was a fucking mess for conversation anyway, reeking of booze, soaked in my own piss, covered in mud and leaves, talking to myself. You can see all this happening in the 3rd person perspective, like watching yourself tripping from inside your mind. I eventualy got to a park (a kids play area with a couple swings and a slide) and lay down on the bottom part of the slide and closed my eyes. I enjoyed some closed eye visuals for a while and had a funny little sensation that I was getting sucked into a vortex, the slight breeze enhanced this effect and made me feel like I was moving. I realised I still had the capsules in my pocket, the wine was long gone, lost somewhere. I counted in 5 half gram capsules as I swallowed them one by one. The journey home is still a bit of a blur to me. I remember getting to my door and thinking "what?... How did I get back?". Its that homing instinct that kicks in and you make a bee line straight back. Maybe my eyes were closed the whole time.
When I got in, my flat was a mess, clothes strewn about, plates and cups in various places and other general mess (nothing out of the ordenery) but it appeared to me as if someone had broken in and trashed the place. I grabbed a mug and proceeded to stumble around the place searching for intruders. The 2nd wave of the shrooms were starting to hit me, so the intruder phase melted away along with the 3rd person perspective and I entered a lengthy introspective phase. At this point in a trip I always go to bed, physicaly... but mentaly and spiritualy I'm not even on this planet. I had stripped off and was lying in bed and couldn't tell which part of my body was which. I thought my shoulder blades were huge spikes growing out my back. On heroic doses these moments can be beautiful reflections of the universe and all its secrets or pure hell... introspective nightmates. I do remember that I regretted taking the extra capsules as the whole thing was getting too much and I needed rest from it... So the rest of the trip is beyond description, yet fully understandable in the eyes of the beholder. All I can say is... go there. This was a trip I had 3 years ago now, but always stuck with me as the most profound life changing one. Hope you enjoyed reading about my antics more soon as I will obtain some DMT
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