EpicureanDream
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Psychedelia gone wrong - Or did it?
Bad Trip
Last night I experienced the worst feeling possible. It wasn't white or black or even grey. I doubt you can understand this feeling until you have experienced it. Here is the story and a little history.
I ingested 30g of fresh psilocybe cubensis (magic mushrooms) with my beloved Francesca .A ritual that I am very accustomed to now after countless 'shroom trips. Cut the 'shrooms in half, place them between my teeth and down them with water. I hate the taste of mushrooms.
Why do I do mushrooms? Mushrooms give you a different perspective on life, existence, reality, people, society - everything. With mushrooms you experience and see things that language can not accurately describe unless you have experienced it yourself. I have gained so much knowledge from mushrooms, so much insight. Well this not 100% the case, the 'shrooms let you see the answers but not touch them, feel them. To truly find the answers you need to do it with a clear consciousness.
This is my most recent and life-changing experience:
While I was peaking, I felt I gained access to all knowledge. I believed (I think I might still do) that every human and animal shared a common soul and mind. There were no individual minds and souls. What makes us different is our reflection on the physical world and our brain (your brain is not your mind, just another organ). To live you need soul/mind. Soul/mind is a pure energy, not tainted by the physical world. The soul/mind exists on a different dimension - you can not see, feel, hear, smell, taste soul - you can only experience it.
We all use a certain amount of this common soul, but it is always connected to the main source. When i felt I gained access to all knowledge, I felt like I entered the main pool of the common soul. From this main pool I could access all conscious beings, all knowledge. All knowledge except one thing - why? I hate this question, why. You can never answer the question why. If you reply to the question why, you can always be asked it again. Why do we exist? Why does reality and existence exist? I could not answer this one question. I yearned to know but I couldn't.
I felt useless, worthless, pathetic. After losing that power and being so close, I felt completely empty. I was not a crusader of consciousness anymore, just an animal again. I could not be happy and I could never be happy I thought. I thought the only way I will find out the question 'why' is to experience the world without existence and reality. If I experienced the world without existence or reality I would finally know what purpose it has. I wanted to die. I didn't want to die quickly. I wanted to experience having the soul ripped from my body, slowly and painfully. I could not feel pain though, nor could I feel pleasure. I was empty. I wasn't black, white or grey. I hated myself so much. I broke down into tears. The only time I have cried since primary school was when I had to comfort my brothers about the death of my step-dad.
I am writing this entry a week and a bit after. I am having trouble deciphering the truth from the drugs. This experience was what hell would feel like but I am glad I experienced it. This has pushed me to the border of sanity but I think I will be alright. I have never learned so much in one night.
No more psychedelics for a long while!
PS. Has anyone else noticed Mario eats amanita Muscaria?

Bad Trip
Last night I experienced the worst feeling possible. It wasn't white or black or even grey. I doubt you can understand this feeling until you have experienced it. Here is the story and a little history.
I ingested 30g of fresh psilocybe cubensis (magic mushrooms) with my beloved Francesca .A ritual that I am very accustomed to now after countless 'shroom trips. Cut the 'shrooms in half, place them between my teeth and down them with water. I hate the taste of mushrooms.
Why do I do mushrooms? Mushrooms give you a different perspective on life, existence, reality, people, society - everything. With mushrooms you experience and see things that language can not accurately describe unless you have experienced it yourself. I have gained so much knowledge from mushrooms, so much insight. Well this not 100% the case, the 'shrooms let you see the answers but not touch them, feel them. To truly find the answers you need to do it with a clear consciousness.
This is my most recent and life-changing experience:
While I was peaking, I felt I gained access to all knowledge. I believed (I think I might still do) that every human and animal shared a common soul and mind. There were no individual minds and souls. What makes us different is our reflection on the physical world and our brain (your brain is not your mind, just another organ). To live you need soul/mind. Soul/mind is a pure energy, not tainted by the physical world. The soul/mind exists on a different dimension - you can not see, feel, hear, smell, taste soul - you can only experience it.
We all use a certain amount of this common soul, but it is always connected to the main source. When i felt I gained access to all knowledge, I felt like I entered the main pool of the common soul. From this main pool I could access all conscious beings, all knowledge. All knowledge except one thing - why? I hate this question, why. You can never answer the question why. If you reply to the question why, you can always be asked it again. Why do we exist? Why does reality and existence exist? I could not answer this one question. I yearned to know but I couldn't.
I felt useless, worthless, pathetic. After losing that power and being so close, I felt completely empty. I was not a crusader of consciousness anymore, just an animal again. I could not be happy and I could never be happy I thought. I thought the only way I will find out the question 'why' is to experience the world without existence and reality. If I experienced the world without existence or reality I would finally know what purpose it has. I wanted to die. I didn't want to die quickly. I wanted to experience having the soul ripped from my body, slowly and painfully. I could not feel pain though, nor could I feel pleasure. I was empty. I wasn't black, white or grey. I hated myself so much. I broke down into tears. The only time I have cried since primary school was when I had to comfort my brothers about the death of my step-dad.
I am writing this entry a week and a bit after. I am having trouble deciphering the truth from the drugs. This experience was what hell would feel like but I am glad I experienced it. This has pushed me to the border of sanity but I think I will be alright. I have never learned so much in one night.
No more psychedelics for a long while!
PS. Has anyone else noticed Mario eats amanita Muscaria?
