Sorry if this is too long, but I hope you all enjoy it.
Time span: 6:30pm – 2:00am
Amount: 8-12 various caps/stems
Setting: Outside, living room, and kitchen
I began my journey on a warm Sunday evening. My friends gave me the mushrooms earlier in the day, which was perfect, as I had been thinking about tripping all day long. I started with some meditation and relaxation. I then began taking the smaller mushrooms and chewing them up thoroughly. I then continued and worked my way through the stash.
Within ten minutes I had finished eating the mushrooms. I noticed a strange feeling in my mouth and down my throat. It wasn’t bothering me so I didn’t think about it much until my friend H showed up at about 6:50pm. He knew I was going to be tripping and was interested in what I was experiencing as both of us were virtually new to mushrooms. I told him that it felt like there was a rainbow of colors that was inside my stomach as the mushrooms started taking affect.
We started talking about various things that were taking place in our lives. I noticed that I was feeling very emotional (sad) when we were talking about my nephew/his son. I had a difficult time picturing the poor boy being neglected and unhappy with his mom, all I wanted to do was cry.
Luckily H changed the subject by throwing me his key chain, which just happened to be Sponge Bob Square Pants. At this point I suddenly felt as though the sponge represented life. I told him that like the sponge we have to be aware of what we are absorbing and know what to wring out. He laughed at my idea, but realized that I was serious and went along with it.
At 7:00pm I had decided to smoke some pot to help ease the onset of what was apparently becoming a very intense trip. With the first hit I felt the smoke enter in my lungs and it was as if I could feel the THC being absorbed and branching off through my body. I exhaled as an immense rush overtook my body. I took a couple of more hits while H checked his e-mail on my computer.
We decided to walk outside as he had to head back to his place. Being outside was wonderful. I felt that I was now accepting my place on earth and that I was a unique being just like everyone else. The colors were more vibrant and the trees, grass, and plants just danced with my mind in the wind.
I began speaking with H on various subjects. It was difficult as my mind was racing from thought to thought. Initially I could not control the thoughts, as this was my first psychedelic journey in well over a year. It was as if all of the various thoughts, and emotions that I had been compacting in my mind over the past year were shooting forth freeing themselves from the constraints in my mind.
I had revelation after revelation. Every time I would speak I felt as though I was saying the most profound thing. My friend H was standing there trying to keep from laughing at my ramblings, but we did have some fairly deep conversation.
I looked to my left over at this small garden, as I did this I saw H out the corner of my eye. On top of his face was a new face. It was the face of a werewolf that was in this movie we had watched the night before. I looked directly at him and it was gone. But if I would look away from him, out the corner of my eye I was able to see this disturbing image transposed over his face.
I then began having incredible ideas. I suddenly noticed how H stood out from the background; he appeared more “there” and “real” than everything else in my view. It was like I saw everything else as an illusion and that everything else in the world (not human) was fake or created. I had the idea that human existence is the only real thing in the world.
From that idea I began to expand further. I came to the idea that things like cancer, disease, etc., will only develop within you if you let them. I grabbed a cigarette and said that “I’m going to smoke this and I will not get cancer because I will not allow myself to.” It was like I was beginning to see this universal connection with things. I realized that my mind was not as open to other people’s views as it had once been and that I was affectively shutting out other people all together. I realized that I had built this wall between others and myself. I realized that when I think about a person I don’t think about them as a unique individual, rather I would think about them as a name or a label. I tried to flush all stereotypes from my mind and come to understanding that everyone is different and that it’s ok.
All of these thoughts were racing through my mind over the span of several minutes, one right after the other. I don’t know if I was freaking H out or what he was thinking, but I felt as though I had to share these thoughts with someone. H eventually had to leave and left me alone to my journey.
Before going inside I looked up at this field across the street, there were three trees that were sticking out from the rest. I found myself staring at them but I could not figure out why. When I stopped trying to think I realized that the trees were appearing to me upside down. I laughed and went inside.
Music was impossible for me to enjoy. It was too intense. As the various instruments would raise the tempo or hit high notes I felt my heart trying to soar with them. At first I thought I might have been having a heart attack, so I quickly turned off the music. I did manage to listen to the theme from “Star Hustler” from PBS while running a computer program called Acid Warp (before the music became too intense). Usually the program is never synced with the music, however this time the program was dancing perfectly to the tunes. Colors jumped from the screen and filled my entire line of sight. All I could see was colors and patterns I thought that I could almost feel them.
After switching off the music I walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. I couldn’t sit still. I got back up and headed out to the kitchen looking for some cigarettes. Upon finding them I began fumbling for my lighter. I then noticed how incredibly colorful my lighter was. I looked out the kitchen window and the trees down by this stream suddenly took on the form of snuffalupogus from Sesame Street. It wasn’t like he was actually standing there, but I saw a pattern and an outline in the tree that looked like that. From that pattern I then saw what looked like skellator from “He-Man” sitting on this throne. I then noticed three faces outlined in this field. I had to look at them, determine what emotion they were experiencing and once I would think the emotion in my mind they would change to a new one. I played with that for a while before getting bored.
Now it was close to 8:30pm. I looked out the window and saw that I had company on the way. I walked to the door and lit up my cigarette as my friends D and D came over. As I was standing in the doorway I had two thoughts from various other trips in my life. One was that of this Farris wheel thing that was trying to harm me, along with this anti-fire (hard to explain) that was a combination of anger and unresolved issues I’ve not taken time to deal with. By the time they got to the door I began fighting the trip as hard as I could to push back a few notches.
We sat down in the living room and I had a hard time following the conversation. These dots that were on the carpet would rise up off the floor when I would not look directly at them so I kept trying to wait until they would raise then look at them quick, but they never stayed up. I tried to keep myself together while they were here, I just wanted to fall to the ground and let the mushrooms destroy my reality completely. I felt bad because I couldn’t really hold a conversation with them, and when they left close to 9:00pm I felt really bad like I had let them down or something.
I got myself together and noticed I was extremely thirsty. I got a drink and then sat down at my computer. I thought about playing my guitar but something told me not to. I then began thinking about dreams. I had the thought that everyone needs to dream everyday. If we don’t dream that shows a lack of hope. Without hope we have no future to look forward to; everything would just be ugly and more of a routine than actually something to enjoy. I felt as though I was given the instruction to dream everyday. I was then given the instruction that I should never be afraid to express my emotions to others. There is no reason for me lock my feelings away deep within my mind. As I had this thought I felt all this negative stuff I had bottled up inside simply rise up from my shoulders and I was finally free.
I kept telling myself something about being organic; that I was organic and natural and that I have purpose. I then realized that I could control these racing thoughts with ease. I could either turn the volume way down, or tune into any frequency I desired and deal only with those thoughts that I wanted to.
On the other hand I kept having these feelings like there was so much work to be done and so little time. I tripped out and stared at things for a long time while thinking. Other times I would just space out and not have a single thought cross my mind at all.
Around 10:00pm I began to write down some my thoughts and experiences so I wouldn’t forget them. I was just going to use that as my trip report but I decided to actually write a meaningful summary instead of my odd trippy ramblings.
I was trying to read something online but I could not follow it at all. I focused on the “enter” on the page and noticed a white outline around it brighter than the white background of the page. As I stared at it all the other words on the page reversed themselves, then they all formed the word “enter”. I said “OK” out loud and then went to the living room in hopes of closed eye visuals.
I shut all the lights off and laid down on the couch. The sounds from outside were remarkable. From the crickets, to other insects I couldn’t identify. It was like mother nature had an orchestra playing and I was listening to it like it was the most beautiful thing. I kept think about how great nature was, and that how I wished I would have tripped earlier in the day because it was now dark out. I coined the idea of just walking around in the dark in the mountains, but I had this thought of “you don’t know what lurks out there at night” or something.
11:00pm I decide to put on some Pink Floyd. I chose the Wish You Were Here CD with “Shine on You Crazy Diamond”. I laid on the couch listening to the guitars speak to me but I might have been trying to “will” the closed eye visuals too hard because nothing was happening.
I then sat up and stared at the ceiling. The seam (or whatever its called) in the ceiling began to take on this snaky form. It was like a waveform actually. Then the light switches (the plastic part, like the back of the switch) was so alien to me. I couldn’t figure out what it was at all. There two of them, one positioned above the other. Suddenly my mind told me they were Cadillac’s they sort of moved up and down. Out the corner of my eye I saw the refrigerator elongate and stretch across the kitchen. Then things quieted down.
I went back to the kitchen and decided to smoke some more pot close to midnight. It kicked things back in gear but the “amazing” part seemed to be coming to an end. I looked at the clock and was shocked at how late it was. I was disappointed that time had gone by so fast and all I wanted to do was go back the beginning and start over. I kept telling myself that there is so much to learn yet so little time. I realized how wrong I have been doing many things in my life. I need to be more open with myself to others, I shouldn’t worry how they perceive me, I shouldn’t be afraid of being myself or taking risks. I shouldn’t be afraid to live, but at the same time I’m even more afraid of death. If I’m more afraid of death than taking risks and actually living, then I should get out there take risks and live everyday to its fullest. Otherwise I’m just wasting my time.
By 1:00am I wasn’t tripping heavily, but I was extremely buzzed and still under the control of the mushrooms. At this point time started to go extremely slow. I laid there just listening to the sounds from outside until 3:30 to 4:00am when I finally fell asleep. I woke up at 6:00am and felt groggy, but completely stress free. I got a drink then lay back down. Around 10:00am I woke up again feeling better, but still slightly groggy.
As the day went on I felt the glowing slowly come to a close as the mushrooms and I finally parted ways. I walked away from the experience in complete awe of the power of mushrooms and a new outlook on life. I came out of the trip feeling like I had just spent a wonderful evening with a great friend I haven’t seen in years.
This experience will be with me forever and hopefully will be just the beginning for my future mushroom voyages. The whole experience was much more real than LSD. It was organic, from the earth, natural. It was what I have needed for quite some time. My mind is working the way it should; it’s not all goofy like it has been for the past year or so. Everything is clear and the unimportant things have all had their volume turned down several notches.
I came for the experience I walked away with priceless lessons and a feeling of relief and complete satisfaction.
Time span: 6:30pm – 2:00am
Amount: 8-12 various caps/stems
Setting: Outside, living room, and kitchen
I began my journey on a warm Sunday evening. My friends gave me the mushrooms earlier in the day, which was perfect, as I had been thinking about tripping all day long. I started with some meditation and relaxation. I then began taking the smaller mushrooms and chewing them up thoroughly. I then continued and worked my way through the stash.
Within ten minutes I had finished eating the mushrooms. I noticed a strange feeling in my mouth and down my throat. It wasn’t bothering me so I didn’t think about it much until my friend H showed up at about 6:50pm. He knew I was going to be tripping and was interested in what I was experiencing as both of us were virtually new to mushrooms. I told him that it felt like there was a rainbow of colors that was inside my stomach as the mushrooms started taking affect.
We started talking about various things that were taking place in our lives. I noticed that I was feeling very emotional (sad) when we were talking about my nephew/his son. I had a difficult time picturing the poor boy being neglected and unhappy with his mom, all I wanted to do was cry.
Luckily H changed the subject by throwing me his key chain, which just happened to be Sponge Bob Square Pants. At this point I suddenly felt as though the sponge represented life. I told him that like the sponge we have to be aware of what we are absorbing and know what to wring out. He laughed at my idea, but realized that I was serious and went along with it.
At 7:00pm I had decided to smoke some pot to help ease the onset of what was apparently becoming a very intense trip. With the first hit I felt the smoke enter in my lungs and it was as if I could feel the THC being absorbed and branching off through my body. I exhaled as an immense rush overtook my body. I took a couple of more hits while H checked his e-mail on my computer.
We decided to walk outside as he had to head back to his place. Being outside was wonderful. I felt that I was now accepting my place on earth and that I was a unique being just like everyone else. The colors were more vibrant and the trees, grass, and plants just danced with my mind in the wind.
I began speaking with H on various subjects. It was difficult as my mind was racing from thought to thought. Initially I could not control the thoughts, as this was my first psychedelic journey in well over a year. It was as if all of the various thoughts, and emotions that I had been compacting in my mind over the past year were shooting forth freeing themselves from the constraints in my mind.
I had revelation after revelation. Every time I would speak I felt as though I was saying the most profound thing. My friend H was standing there trying to keep from laughing at my ramblings, but we did have some fairly deep conversation.
I looked to my left over at this small garden, as I did this I saw H out the corner of my eye. On top of his face was a new face. It was the face of a werewolf that was in this movie we had watched the night before. I looked directly at him and it was gone. But if I would look away from him, out the corner of my eye I was able to see this disturbing image transposed over his face.
I then began having incredible ideas. I suddenly noticed how H stood out from the background; he appeared more “there” and “real” than everything else in my view. It was like I saw everything else as an illusion and that everything else in the world (not human) was fake or created. I had the idea that human existence is the only real thing in the world.
From that idea I began to expand further. I came to the idea that things like cancer, disease, etc., will only develop within you if you let them. I grabbed a cigarette and said that “I’m going to smoke this and I will not get cancer because I will not allow myself to.” It was like I was beginning to see this universal connection with things. I realized that my mind was not as open to other people’s views as it had once been and that I was affectively shutting out other people all together. I realized that I had built this wall between others and myself. I realized that when I think about a person I don’t think about them as a unique individual, rather I would think about them as a name or a label. I tried to flush all stereotypes from my mind and come to understanding that everyone is different and that it’s ok.
All of these thoughts were racing through my mind over the span of several minutes, one right after the other. I don’t know if I was freaking H out or what he was thinking, but I felt as though I had to share these thoughts with someone. H eventually had to leave and left me alone to my journey.
Before going inside I looked up at this field across the street, there were three trees that were sticking out from the rest. I found myself staring at them but I could not figure out why. When I stopped trying to think I realized that the trees were appearing to me upside down. I laughed and went inside.
Music was impossible for me to enjoy. It was too intense. As the various instruments would raise the tempo or hit high notes I felt my heart trying to soar with them. At first I thought I might have been having a heart attack, so I quickly turned off the music. I did manage to listen to the theme from “Star Hustler” from PBS while running a computer program called Acid Warp (before the music became too intense). Usually the program is never synced with the music, however this time the program was dancing perfectly to the tunes. Colors jumped from the screen and filled my entire line of sight. All I could see was colors and patterns I thought that I could almost feel them.
After switching off the music I walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. I couldn’t sit still. I got back up and headed out to the kitchen looking for some cigarettes. Upon finding them I began fumbling for my lighter. I then noticed how incredibly colorful my lighter was. I looked out the kitchen window and the trees down by this stream suddenly took on the form of snuffalupogus from Sesame Street. It wasn’t like he was actually standing there, but I saw a pattern and an outline in the tree that looked like that. From that pattern I then saw what looked like skellator from “He-Man” sitting on this throne. I then noticed three faces outlined in this field. I had to look at them, determine what emotion they were experiencing and once I would think the emotion in my mind they would change to a new one. I played with that for a while before getting bored.
Now it was close to 8:30pm. I looked out the window and saw that I had company on the way. I walked to the door and lit up my cigarette as my friends D and D came over. As I was standing in the doorway I had two thoughts from various other trips in my life. One was that of this Farris wheel thing that was trying to harm me, along with this anti-fire (hard to explain) that was a combination of anger and unresolved issues I’ve not taken time to deal with. By the time they got to the door I began fighting the trip as hard as I could to push back a few notches.
We sat down in the living room and I had a hard time following the conversation. These dots that were on the carpet would rise up off the floor when I would not look directly at them so I kept trying to wait until they would raise then look at them quick, but they never stayed up. I tried to keep myself together while they were here, I just wanted to fall to the ground and let the mushrooms destroy my reality completely. I felt bad because I couldn’t really hold a conversation with them, and when they left close to 9:00pm I felt really bad like I had let them down or something.
I got myself together and noticed I was extremely thirsty. I got a drink and then sat down at my computer. I thought about playing my guitar but something told me not to. I then began thinking about dreams. I had the thought that everyone needs to dream everyday. If we don’t dream that shows a lack of hope. Without hope we have no future to look forward to; everything would just be ugly and more of a routine than actually something to enjoy. I felt as though I was given the instruction to dream everyday. I was then given the instruction that I should never be afraid to express my emotions to others. There is no reason for me lock my feelings away deep within my mind. As I had this thought I felt all this negative stuff I had bottled up inside simply rise up from my shoulders and I was finally free.
I kept telling myself something about being organic; that I was organic and natural and that I have purpose. I then realized that I could control these racing thoughts with ease. I could either turn the volume way down, or tune into any frequency I desired and deal only with those thoughts that I wanted to.
On the other hand I kept having these feelings like there was so much work to be done and so little time. I tripped out and stared at things for a long time while thinking. Other times I would just space out and not have a single thought cross my mind at all.
Around 10:00pm I began to write down some my thoughts and experiences so I wouldn’t forget them. I was just going to use that as my trip report but I decided to actually write a meaningful summary instead of my odd trippy ramblings.
I was trying to read something online but I could not follow it at all. I focused on the “enter” on the page and noticed a white outline around it brighter than the white background of the page. As I stared at it all the other words on the page reversed themselves, then they all formed the word “enter”. I said “OK” out loud and then went to the living room in hopes of closed eye visuals.
I shut all the lights off and laid down on the couch. The sounds from outside were remarkable. From the crickets, to other insects I couldn’t identify. It was like mother nature had an orchestra playing and I was listening to it like it was the most beautiful thing. I kept think about how great nature was, and that how I wished I would have tripped earlier in the day because it was now dark out. I coined the idea of just walking around in the dark in the mountains, but I had this thought of “you don’t know what lurks out there at night” or something.
11:00pm I decide to put on some Pink Floyd. I chose the Wish You Were Here CD with “Shine on You Crazy Diamond”. I laid on the couch listening to the guitars speak to me but I might have been trying to “will” the closed eye visuals too hard because nothing was happening.
I then sat up and stared at the ceiling. The seam (or whatever its called) in the ceiling began to take on this snaky form. It was like a waveform actually. Then the light switches (the plastic part, like the back of the switch) was so alien to me. I couldn’t figure out what it was at all. There two of them, one positioned above the other. Suddenly my mind told me they were Cadillac’s they sort of moved up and down. Out the corner of my eye I saw the refrigerator elongate and stretch across the kitchen. Then things quieted down.
I went back to the kitchen and decided to smoke some more pot close to midnight. It kicked things back in gear but the “amazing” part seemed to be coming to an end. I looked at the clock and was shocked at how late it was. I was disappointed that time had gone by so fast and all I wanted to do was go back the beginning and start over. I kept telling myself that there is so much to learn yet so little time. I realized how wrong I have been doing many things in my life. I need to be more open with myself to others, I shouldn’t worry how they perceive me, I shouldn’t be afraid of being myself or taking risks. I shouldn’t be afraid to live, but at the same time I’m even more afraid of death. If I’m more afraid of death than taking risks and actually living, then I should get out there take risks and live everyday to its fullest. Otherwise I’m just wasting my time.
By 1:00am I wasn’t tripping heavily, but I was extremely buzzed and still under the control of the mushrooms. At this point time started to go extremely slow. I laid there just listening to the sounds from outside until 3:30 to 4:00am when I finally fell asleep. I woke up at 6:00am and felt groggy, but completely stress free. I got a drink then lay back down. Around 10:00am I woke up again feeling better, but still slightly groggy.
As the day went on I felt the glowing slowly come to a close as the mushrooms and I finally parted ways. I walked away from the experience in complete awe of the power of mushrooms and a new outlook on life. I came out of the trip feeling like I had just spent a wonderful evening with a great friend I haven’t seen in years.
This experience will be with me forever and hopefully will be just the beginning for my future mushroom voyages. The whole experience was much more real than LSD. It was organic, from the earth, natural. It was what I have needed for quite some time. My mind is working the way it should; it’s not all goofy like it has been for the past year or so. Everything is clear and the unimportant things have all had their volume turned down several notches.
I came for the experience I walked away with priceless lessons and a feeling of relief and complete satisfaction.
