shroomster
Bluelighter
Mushrooms- yr 2000 - 1st trip into darkness
------------------SMALL BIO-------------------------------
First off about me.... I've been in contact many, many, many times with weed, and have had some psilocybin experience before this with a couple of low dose shroom trips and 1 acid trip. I liked the effects of acid, but it wasn't nearly what I was looking for; yes the visuals were good, but the feeling was to me, a little off. As for the mushrooms, I had a great time, but I wanted something a little more intense.
It took me almost a year to find shrooms again in my small little town. I looked everywhere, from dealer to dealer, to party to party and all I found was weed and alcohol. I was pretty close to giving up.
------------THE GRAB---------------------------------------
Summer just started which really got me down. I was sure that I was going to have shrooms by the beginning of summer. Disappointed, I laid back and smoked a bowl. To my surprise (and luck) my dealer called.
"Hey dude, what's up man?"
"Nothin’ much, You?"
"I have shrooms for ya"
"Are you fuckin serious? How much per eighth?"
"Uuuuhhh...40; they're hard to find dude, you aren’t going to find 'em any cheaper here, plus these are very fuckin Potent!"
Fuck. I didn't have enough money, nor could I get the money on my own. I was forced to go to my mom's wallet. I felt horrible doing this; I love my mom, and would normally not even think of stealing from her. I grabbed a 20 and walked out. I got the eighth that night.
--9:00 PM Tuesday---------------------------------------
The bag was staring back at me, waiting. The house was nearly to myself; my sister was sleeping and parents were at work. I felt great. I knew I probably should’ve had my friend come over and join, but I was too selfish; I wanted the eighth to myself. Thoughts scattered, I waited until I was ready to indulge the experience.
“Ugh”, I remember thinking. “– Should I call Shaun?” Shaun once told me he would do them with me. As a good friend it would probably be best that he was there, but once again I was too selfish.
--Ingestion----------------------------------------------
“Yum”, I thought, despite the taste. “I’m eating a trip”
The shrooms spread out in my mouth. It was a warm goo rubbing against my teeth. Sliding and dripping all around. I didn’t mind the taste as much as the feeling of the shrooms in my mouth, and even that didn’t stop me from being excited about the whole thing. I would say, I ate a good 2.2 grams out of the eighth. After I was done with that, I put the remaining mushrooms away and set off for the computer room. I sat down and went on www.shroomery.org to make a post. I was distracted by instant messages crowding my screen. By the time I was done with the post, my trip started. I could feel the euphoria gradually whipping out of my body. I felt great. I just kind of sat down looking for some cool visuals to trip out to.
--Experience----------------------------------------
I don’t clearly remember my mind set at the time, but something just snapped. I suddenly felt distant from everything and everyone else. Depression clouded over me and I knew I was in for what I wasn’t ready for. I tried to forget about it by tripping out to some good visuals. Everything was moving. I went to the mirror to check out my pupil dilation. They were the size of quarters. You couldn’t see the color in my eye. Out of no where I burped. I quickly looked at the reflection to find myself burping in the mirror, when I was already finished. “ausome”, I thought. I explored around, just thinking. No one could really, fully explain a mushroom trip. Your mind is that of everything you wouldn’t believe in one head. Thoughts are wildly rushing in. Sense and logic are gone. Coordination is a little off, and you can’t but wonder, “Am I going to be like this forever?” I went outside to once again forget about having a bad trip. Florescent green grass made out of triangles. Bright – bright trees made of 3D diamonds, looking at you as if you’ve done something wrong.
“what’s wrong?” I said out loud to the tree. The Tree just kind of looked the other way. I was feeling a little better when I saw my sister. I told her I was tripping. She seemed sort of excited, but not because I was tripping, just so she could take over the computer! Again, I felt distant and very, very alone. I didn’t even know what my relationship between my sister and I was; I didn’t know if we were friends, enemies…Lovers?
I wasn’t sure if I was even supposed to talk to her or not. I think this qualifies as ‘loss of ego’.
I no longer had any habits. I’d walk into the pitch black bathroom and not even turn on the light. I’d just stand there not knowing what the fuck the toilet was doing there. Everything seemed out of the ordinary. I’d look at a banana and say, “What the fuck IS that”. Interestingly, I’d know that it was a fruit, I’d know you ate it and I’d know what it tastes like, but yet, I could not figure out what it was. The loss of ego was a trip and it was sort of fun, but I could not get this burden of loneliness out of me. I felt so apart. I no longer believed I was human.
At this point, I think was my peak. The table had an inward funnel in the middle, dripping down to my floor. My ceiling was entirely made out of shapes. I turned on the tube only to find three people doing the weirdest thing : Just running around mumbling/yelling complete nonsense. I tried to talk to my sister, but she immediately stopped me with, “you’re making no sense”. This completely baffled me; everything I said made perfect sense and had perfect grammar to me. I kept feeling worse and worse. My blanket was swallowing me and the carpet was a lake, yet I still felt like I wanted to die. I can’t explain with words how terrible I felt. I felt so dirty and alone. I thought that the only way I could ever be happy was to just die and get rid of all the pain.
---Bliss------------------------------
I finally called Shaun. When he picked up the phone all I could get out was, “dude…dude I’m tripping so hard…dude….dude”. He said he was coming over and hung up. I really didn’t want him to leave. Talking to him felt so good. I lied down on my couch with the T.V on. I closed my eyes in hope of a deep sleep. About a minute before Shaun came over, I realized I was still in boxer shorts and a really dirty shirt. I went to my room in complete shock; I had no idea what I would usually wear. I also had no memory of where all my clothes were. I threw on a pair of shorts, a beanie (it was 95 degrees out) and really long, black socks. I’m sure I looked ridiculous. Shaun came over and tried to calm me down. I did eventually, fully calm down. I became so happy that Shaun was there. I felt complete euphoria and comfort. He turned on Shrek on one of the movie channels and asked me a bunch of questions. My come down was wonderful, and I ended it all with a nice, big ass bowl of hydroponically grown pot!
To anyone that trips on mushrooms, be with a friend unless you’re very experienced. After this trip, I’ve had thirteen other mushroom trips and I must say a mushroom trip can be a very, very beautiful thing. It is definitely my drug of choice.
Peace
Safe trippings!!!
------------------SMALL BIO-------------------------------
First off about me.... I've been in contact many, many, many times with weed, and have had some psilocybin experience before this with a couple of low dose shroom trips and 1 acid trip. I liked the effects of acid, but it wasn't nearly what I was looking for; yes the visuals were good, but the feeling was to me, a little off. As for the mushrooms, I had a great time, but I wanted something a little more intense.
It took me almost a year to find shrooms again in my small little town. I looked everywhere, from dealer to dealer, to party to party and all I found was weed and alcohol. I was pretty close to giving up.
------------THE GRAB---------------------------------------
Summer just started which really got me down. I was sure that I was going to have shrooms by the beginning of summer. Disappointed, I laid back and smoked a bowl. To my surprise (and luck) my dealer called.
"Hey dude, what's up man?"
"Nothin’ much, You?"
"I have shrooms for ya"
"Are you fuckin serious? How much per eighth?"
"Uuuuhhh...40; they're hard to find dude, you aren’t going to find 'em any cheaper here, plus these are very fuckin Potent!"
Fuck. I didn't have enough money, nor could I get the money on my own. I was forced to go to my mom's wallet. I felt horrible doing this; I love my mom, and would normally not even think of stealing from her. I grabbed a 20 and walked out. I got the eighth that night.
--9:00 PM Tuesday---------------------------------------
The bag was staring back at me, waiting. The house was nearly to myself; my sister was sleeping and parents were at work. I felt great. I knew I probably should’ve had my friend come over and join, but I was too selfish; I wanted the eighth to myself. Thoughts scattered, I waited until I was ready to indulge the experience.
“Ugh”, I remember thinking. “– Should I call Shaun?” Shaun once told me he would do them with me. As a good friend it would probably be best that he was there, but once again I was too selfish.
--Ingestion----------------------------------------------
“Yum”, I thought, despite the taste. “I’m eating a trip”
The shrooms spread out in my mouth. It was a warm goo rubbing against my teeth. Sliding and dripping all around. I didn’t mind the taste as much as the feeling of the shrooms in my mouth, and even that didn’t stop me from being excited about the whole thing. I would say, I ate a good 2.2 grams out of the eighth. After I was done with that, I put the remaining mushrooms away and set off for the computer room. I sat down and went on www.shroomery.org to make a post. I was distracted by instant messages crowding my screen. By the time I was done with the post, my trip started. I could feel the euphoria gradually whipping out of my body. I felt great. I just kind of sat down looking for some cool visuals to trip out to.
--Experience----------------------------------------
I don’t clearly remember my mind set at the time, but something just snapped. I suddenly felt distant from everything and everyone else. Depression clouded over me and I knew I was in for what I wasn’t ready for. I tried to forget about it by tripping out to some good visuals. Everything was moving. I went to the mirror to check out my pupil dilation. They were the size of quarters. You couldn’t see the color in my eye. Out of no where I burped. I quickly looked at the reflection to find myself burping in the mirror, when I was already finished. “ausome”, I thought. I explored around, just thinking. No one could really, fully explain a mushroom trip. Your mind is that of everything you wouldn’t believe in one head. Thoughts are wildly rushing in. Sense and logic are gone. Coordination is a little off, and you can’t but wonder, “Am I going to be like this forever?” I went outside to once again forget about having a bad trip. Florescent green grass made out of triangles. Bright – bright trees made of 3D diamonds, looking at you as if you’ve done something wrong.
“what’s wrong?” I said out loud to the tree. The Tree just kind of looked the other way. I was feeling a little better when I saw my sister. I told her I was tripping. She seemed sort of excited, but not because I was tripping, just so she could take over the computer! Again, I felt distant and very, very alone. I didn’t even know what my relationship between my sister and I was; I didn’t know if we were friends, enemies…Lovers?
I wasn’t sure if I was even supposed to talk to her or not. I think this qualifies as ‘loss of ego’.
I no longer had any habits. I’d walk into the pitch black bathroom and not even turn on the light. I’d just stand there not knowing what the fuck the toilet was doing there. Everything seemed out of the ordinary. I’d look at a banana and say, “What the fuck IS that”. Interestingly, I’d know that it was a fruit, I’d know you ate it and I’d know what it tastes like, but yet, I could not figure out what it was. The loss of ego was a trip and it was sort of fun, but I could not get this burden of loneliness out of me. I felt so apart. I no longer believed I was human.
At this point, I think was my peak. The table had an inward funnel in the middle, dripping down to my floor. My ceiling was entirely made out of shapes. I turned on the tube only to find three people doing the weirdest thing : Just running around mumbling/yelling complete nonsense. I tried to talk to my sister, but she immediately stopped me with, “you’re making no sense”. This completely baffled me; everything I said made perfect sense and had perfect grammar to me. I kept feeling worse and worse. My blanket was swallowing me and the carpet was a lake, yet I still felt like I wanted to die. I can’t explain with words how terrible I felt. I felt so dirty and alone. I thought that the only way I could ever be happy was to just die and get rid of all the pain.
---Bliss------------------------------
I finally called Shaun. When he picked up the phone all I could get out was, “dude…dude I’m tripping so hard…dude….dude”. He said he was coming over and hung up. I really didn’t want him to leave. Talking to him felt so good. I lied down on my couch with the T.V on. I closed my eyes in hope of a deep sleep. About a minute before Shaun came over, I realized I was still in boxer shorts and a really dirty shirt. I went to my room in complete shock; I had no idea what I would usually wear. I also had no memory of where all my clothes were. I threw on a pair of shorts, a beanie (it was 95 degrees out) and really long, black socks. I’m sure I looked ridiculous. Shaun came over and tried to calm me down. I did eventually, fully calm down. I became so happy that Shaun was there. I felt complete euphoria and comfort. He turned on Shrek on one of the movie channels and asked me a bunch of questions. My come down was wonderful, and I ended it all with a nice, big ass bowl of hydroponically grown pot!
To anyone that trips on mushrooms, be with a friend unless you’re very experienced. After this trip, I’ve had thirteen other mushroom trips and I must say a mushroom trip can be a very, very beautiful thing. It is definitely my drug of choice.
Peace
Safe trippings!!!
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
but ive never had a bad trip....food for thought i never trip wit ppl i dont know or ppl i know who will fuck with your mind even more. also i believe that ur mindstate is a HUGE part of what ur trips gonna be like....ive never tripped when ive been mad, depressed, hurt etc....have you ever mixed shrooms with anything like e, k, lsd, etc?
