Renz Envy
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This weekend my three friends(Mr. Saturn, Giraffe, Antelope) and I took down 2 grams of fresh and powerful mushrooms. We're all relatively new to them, however it was only one friend's first time.
6:00 PM I empty the 2 bags into my mouth. The unique flavor makes me excited as I love the taste and aroma of them. I'm already looking forward to the adventure. One friend, Antelope, is not too excited.
6:15 we reach the giant nature park located in the center of our city. It is already beginning to get dark and the fingers of euphoria are already starting to slip into my conscious.
6:30 Mr. Saturn had not eaten anything that day so he was already walking around talking about how it was starting. The high had not clicked however I was enjoying the anticipation
6:40 We're wandering around a lake. Antelope is sitting down freaking out about a pair of sunglasses someone left on the ground. I am feeling woozy, good, and not sober!
7:00 We're now on a journey through the forest of dreams. The trees' leaves made up Gothic patterns. Lights hit me with RGB. Everything flowed back and forth. Staring at trees, they swayed too and fro like they were dancing.
7:30 I was told by Giraffe not to look at the sky. I did anyway and saw how beautiful it was. I started to laugh at how amazing the sky looked. The laugh came powerful. It wouldn't stop. I could not stop laughing. It was like an orgasm in my chest and brain. It felt too good, but I was self-conscious to know that if I kept laughing I would attract unwanted attention.
7:45 my friend attempted to drive but before we left the parking lot he said, "Nope, can't drive." so we called a buddy up to drive us around.
8:00 buddy made it to the park and now we're blasting MGMT down the road. He decided to take us over a really awesome bridge and this is the part where the introspective phase began to kick in. My confidence began to dematerialize. and my sense of self-being was gone.
8:15 I was now no longer myself. I was a despising spirit who could see every flaw and everything I had done in my life was worthless. I was a penniless loser who had taken drugs. It was as if the mushrooms were trying to teach me. They told me to be SOMETHING. SOMEONE. Laughter came in bouts, however the feeling of not being myself was powerful. Overwhelming.
8:30 I felt my face and realized how strange I really felt. Like a deformed monkey who through many years of evolution adapted to become THIS. A slimy hairless ape.
9:00 I left my friends who had smoked weed in order to cheat their way out of the frightening introspective stage of the mushroom. I did not feel like cheating the trip and felt like enduring the full mental awareness experience. I went to my girlfriend who immediately knew I was under the influence, but she thought it was funny.
10:00 people are asking if I'm alright. Some people knew right off the bat, but I kept a vow of silence everywhere I went. Lying was impossible. At one point I had to use the restroom. The walls were melting, but I thought it was cool. At this point the effect of the psilocybin was weakening significantly and I was coming back to being myself again.
10:30 Pretty much over. Still not 100% sober, but my euphoria and high were gone. I was content with life, however I was still scatterbrained and shroomed up.
All in all- Psilocybin is my favorite. It slowly lifts you into a state of psychedelic wholeness and happiness, then bitch slaps you then puts you back into a state of solace.
6:00 PM I empty the 2 bags into my mouth. The unique flavor makes me excited as I love the taste and aroma of them. I'm already looking forward to the adventure. One friend, Antelope, is not too excited.
6:15 we reach the giant nature park located in the center of our city. It is already beginning to get dark and the fingers of euphoria are already starting to slip into my conscious.
6:30 Mr. Saturn had not eaten anything that day so he was already walking around talking about how it was starting. The high had not clicked however I was enjoying the anticipation
6:40 We're wandering around a lake. Antelope is sitting down freaking out about a pair of sunglasses someone left on the ground. I am feeling woozy, good, and not sober!
7:00 We're now on a journey through the forest of dreams. The trees' leaves made up Gothic patterns. Lights hit me with RGB. Everything flowed back and forth. Staring at trees, they swayed too and fro like they were dancing.
7:30 I was told by Giraffe not to look at the sky. I did anyway and saw how beautiful it was. I started to laugh at how amazing the sky looked. The laugh came powerful. It wouldn't stop. I could not stop laughing. It was like an orgasm in my chest and brain. It felt too good, but I was self-conscious to know that if I kept laughing I would attract unwanted attention.
7:45 my friend attempted to drive but before we left the parking lot he said, "Nope, can't drive." so we called a buddy up to drive us around.
8:00 buddy made it to the park and now we're blasting MGMT down the road. He decided to take us over a really awesome bridge and this is the part where the introspective phase began to kick in. My confidence began to dematerialize. and my sense of self-being was gone.
8:15 I was now no longer myself. I was a despising spirit who could see every flaw and everything I had done in my life was worthless. I was a penniless loser who had taken drugs. It was as if the mushrooms were trying to teach me. They told me to be SOMETHING. SOMEONE. Laughter came in bouts, however the feeling of not being myself was powerful. Overwhelming.
8:30 I felt my face and realized how strange I really felt. Like a deformed monkey who through many years of evolution adapted to become THIS. A slimy hairless ape.
9:00 I left my friends who had smoked weed in order to cheat their way out of the frightening introspective stage of the mushroom. I did not feel like cheating the trip and felt like enduring the full mental awareness experience. I went to my girlfriend who immediately knew I was under the influence, but she thought it was funny.
10:00 people are asking if I'm alright. Some people knew right off the bat, but I kept a vow of silence everywhere I went. Lying was impossible. At one point I had to use the restroom. The walls were melting, but I thought it was cool. At this point the effect of the psilocybin was weakening significantly and I was coming back to being myself again.
10:30 Pretty much over. Still not 100% sober, but my euphoria and high were gone. I was content with life, however I was still scatterbrained and shroomed up.
All in all- Psilocybin is my favorite. It slowly lifts you into a state of psychedelic wholeness and happiness, then bitch slaps you then puts you back into a state of solace.
