Bagseed
Bluelighter
A few years ago, the idea of taking any dose of mushrooms sounded insane?€? but even then, something in me knew that we would meet again.
In 2012, I had the most intense trip of my life, from just 2.5g of homegrown Cubensis, which set the stage for a period of over 3 years of despair. Horrible, but in hindsight this period was probably necessary to grow as a person and getting closer to realizing myself.
Anyway, there I was, attending a psychedelic trance festival in the Netherlands, along some of my closest friends. Last year, I had reintroduced myself to serotonergic psychedelics at the exact same place by smoking a low dose of DMT freebase, which I found interesting but otherwise not too useful; and still I am too chicken for a proper DMT experience, but I am patient with myself.
My friend and former roommate brought some Cubensis mushrooms to the festival, and one evening, when he was tripping, I decided to ask him for one. He gave me a single mushroom, maybe 7cm long, and I ate it. It wasn?€™t much and I knew that I wouldn?€™t trip hard, but (as expected), the comeup was tainted by some anxiety, although much less than I expected. Surprisingly enough, I experienced some nice CEVs, and later when I smoked some more weed on top of it, I had a grand time dancing at the chillout stage and being immersed in the music.
With some more weed, sleep came easily a couple of hours after eating the mushroom and I felt good about myself the next day; and eager to experiment some more. I decided that for the next dose, I wanted to be sober, to experience the pure mushroom effects (the day before I was stoned when I ate it), but since I already smoked again after waking up, I postponed it to the next evening, nicely timed for Kaya Project?€™s performance.
So the following day I didn?€™t use anything over the day, ate good food and prepared myself for the evening. Then, when it started raining, my friends and I were in the tent, and I decided to eat the dose; it was a mushroom of similar size to the one two days ago, maybe a bit bigger. After the rain eased, we headed to the stage.
On my way there, I could already feel the effects coming on, but since I wasn?€™t high beforehand, I managed to get into it more smoothly and with a clear head. During Kaya Project?€™s set, I felt all sorts of things, witnessed the other dancers and their reactions to the music?€? how they mirrored the emotions transported by sound waves with their movement, their facial expressions. It was a very human feeling, being a conscious being in this great weird universe, dancing together with all these other entities, traversing on this rocky planet through space?€?, just a snapshot of time in the greater scheme of things, but still very significant.
Kaya Project?€™s set ended, and since it was more than two hours after I ate the mushroom, I knew that the effects wouldn?€™t get much stronger anymore, so I decided to roll a joint of some pure high quality weed. The next performance was by Kayla Scintilla, which I didn?€™t know before, but it was very danceable yet also spiritual music with a lot of references to dubstep. As expected, the weed greatly enhanced my ability to appreciate the music and I continued to dance my ass off until the stage closed (unfortunately earlier than announced due to a storm warning). For me dancing to the point of being close to physical exhaustion is a very spiritual process. I can transform my emotions into physical work and ?€œdance myself clean?€ so to speak.
Well, the music ended and I decided to head back to our tents, which is a short walk from the stage. On my way I felt calm and relaxed but still feeling the effects of the mushrooms which were enhanced by the cannabis. I stopped somewhere to roll another joint and just appreciated the night, the lights, the lake, watching people walking by, not thinking much about it.
I walked a bit more, smoked part of the joint, enjoying the visual effects, which were getting stronger after each toke. Finally I arrived at the camp. My friends were already asleep and I decided to stay outside, and, of course, smoked some more weed. I lit the candles my sister brought (the ones you usually find at a cemetery, but this red light they spread just has a very soothing property to it) and lied down.
Being in this quiet and calm position helped me to get deeper into my thought process and after a while I reflected on my recent life?€? overcoming mental health issues which were at times so crippling, they made me want to kill myself. Managing to move out from home and becoming an adult?€? going to university and, slowly and steadily, working on my degree, while still being at times distressed by my mental health problems.
I once again realized that I had come a long way and that ultimately I made the right decisions for my life and that I am so very grateful for everything this universe has provided for me ?€“ the good and the bad. Tears of joy and relief burst from my eyelids and I sat up and I thanked the universe for being what it is and for showing me this experiences (note that I didn?€™t thank a god, I am still an atheist; I believe that one can be a spiritual person while at the same time needing nothing more than this crazy vast physical reality we experience).
In this state of gratefulness, I realized that there is one thing that I should thank the most: me, myself and I ?€“ because ultimately it was I and my willingness not to go down which has led the way.
After all these emotions settled down, I was left in a very calm headspace, so I finished my joint and went into the tent. I still wasn?€™t tired, but lying down and being immersed into the CEVs was very relaxing and even though I couldn?€™t fall asleep quickly, being awake and aware didn?€™t feel sketchy at all. After a while, I fell asleep, slept a couple hours and the next day I was gifted a delicate afterglow of positivity. The mushroom is a teacher for sure; tread lightly and it will give you a slap of cosmic proportions but use it in a sensible way and it will show you the light.
Well this report is a long one, especially for such a light trip, but I believe the psychedelic experience is not about how strong you trip, but about what you make of it. I also believe that you need to provide a lot of context, so people can relate to the experience better when they read about it.
Thanks for reading, and to put the music into context, here is an album by the great Kaya Project:
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In 2012, I had the most intense trip of my life, from just 2.5g of homegrown Cubensis, which set the stage for a period of over 3 years of despair. Horrible, but in hindsight this period was probably necessary to grow as a person and getting closer to realizing myself.
Anyway, there I was, attending a psychedelic trance festival in the Netherlands, along some of my closest friends. Last year, I had reintroduced myself to serotonergic psychedelics at the exact same place by smoking a low dose of DMT freebase, which I found interesting but otherwise not too useful; and still I am too chicken for a proper DMT experience, but I am patient with myself.
My friend and former roommate brought some Cubensis mushrooms to the festival, and one evening, when he was tripping, I decided to ask him for one. He gave me a single mushroom, maybe 7cm long, and I ate it. It wasn?€™t much and I knew that I wouldn?€™t trip hard, but (as expected), the comeup was tainted by some anxiety, although much less than I expected. Surprisingly enough, I experienced some nice CEVs, and later when I smoked some more weed on top of it, I had a grand time dancing at the chillout stage and being immersed in the music.
With some more weed, sleep came easily a couple of hours after eating the mushroom and I felt good about myself the next day; and eager to experiment some more. I decided that for the next dose, I wanted to be sober, to experience the pure mushroom effects (the day before I was stoned when I ate it), but since I already smoked again after waking up, I postponed it to the next evening, nicely timed for Kaya Project?€™s performance.
So the following day I didn?€™t use anything over the day, ate good food and prepared myself for the evening. Then, when it started raining, my friends and I were in the tent, and I decided to eat the dose; it was a mushroom of similar size to the one two days ago, maybe a bit bigger. After the rain eased, we headed to the stage.
On my way there, I could already feel the effects coming on, but since I wasn?€™t high beforehand, I managed to get into it more smoothly and with a clear head. During Kaya Project?€™s set, I felt all sorts of things, witnessed the other dancers and their reactions to the music?€? how they mirrored the emotions transported by sound waves with their movement, their facial expressions. It was a very human feeling, being a conscious being in this great weird universe, dancing together with all these other entities, traversing on this rocky planet through space?€?, just a snapshot of time in the greater scheme of things, but still very significant.
Kaya Project?€™s set ended, and since it was more than two hours after I ate the mushroom, I knew that the effects wouldn?€™t get much stronger anymore, so I decided to roll a joint of some pure high quality weed. The next performance was by Kayla Scintilla, which I didn?€™t know before, but it was very danceable yet also spiritual music with a lot of references to dubstep. As expected, the weed greatly enhanced my ability to appreciate the music and I continued to dance my ass off until the stage closed (unfortunately earlier than announced due to a storm warning). For me dancing to the point of being close to physical exhaustion is a very spiritual process. I can transform my emotions into physical work and ?€œdance myself clean?€ so to speak.
Well, the music ended and I decided to head back to our tents, which is a short walk from the stage. On my way I felt calm and relaxed but still feeling the effects of the mushrooms which were enhanced by the cannabis. I stopped somewhere to roll another joint and just appreciated the night, the lights, the lake, watching people walking by, not thinking much about it.
I walked a bit more, smoked part of the joint, enjoying the visual effects, which were getting stronger after each toke. Finally I arrived at the camp. My friends were already asleep and I decided to stay outside, and, of course, smoked some more weed. I lit the candles my sister brought (the ones you usually find at a cemetery, but this red light they spread just has a very soothing property to it) and lied down.
Being in this quiet and calm position helped me to get deeper into my thought process and after a while I reflected on my recent life?€? overcoming mental health issues which were at times so crippling, they made me want to kill myself. Managing to move out from home and becoming an adult?€? going to university and, slowly and steadily, working on my degree, while still being at times distressed by my mental health problems.
I once again realized that I had come a long way and that ultimately I made the right decisions for my life and that I am so very grateful for everything this universe has provided for me ?€“ the good and the bad. Tears of joy and relief burst from my eyelids and I sat up and I thanked the universe for being what it is and for showing me this experiences (note that I didn?€™t thank a god, I am still an atheist; I believe that one can be a spiritual person while at the same time needing nothing more than this crazy vast physical reality we experience).
In this state of gratefulness, I realized that there is one thing that I should thank the most: me, myself and I ?€“ because ultimately it was I and my willingness not to go down which has led the way.
After all these emotions settled down, I was left in a very calm headspace, so I finished my joint and went into the tent. I still wasn?€™t tired, but lying down and being immersed into the CEVs was very relaxing and even though I couldn?€™t fall asleep quickly, being awake and aware didn?€™t feel sketchy at all. After a while, I fell asleep, slept a couple hours and the next day I was gifted a delicate afterglow of positivity. The mushroom is a teacher for sure; tread lightly and it will give you a slap of cosmic proportions but use it in a sensible way and it will show you the light.
Well this report is a long one, especially for such a light trip, but I believe the psychedelic experience is not about how strong you trip, but about what you make of it. I also believe that you need to provide a lot of context, so people can relate to the experience better when they read about it.
Thanks for reading, and to put the music into context, here is an album by the great Kaya Project:
Tagged by Xorkoth
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explevel_experienced
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