Experiences - Magic Mushroom Trip Reports

[Flex]

SWIM used shrooms for the first time about a month to a month and a half ago. He had two experiences over two days. The first... Came suddenly. It started off as him going to his friend's hous to purchase weed. He got an excited text while he was on his way, saying "Things are getting hardcore tonight, K got some shrooms!". Swim was very excited as he had always wanted to try psychedelics.

It was very positive and he had a wonderful time. He slept a lot of the day the second day, but woke up feeling wonderful. He went over to his friends house for their pre arranged second trip.

He enjoyed the tea preperations. he felt safe and happy, joyous at sharing these experiences with 3 very good friends, but this time his little hallucinogenic friends played a trick on him.

SWIM became afraid that he would never return to normality. His friends turned in to a mutant, the devil, a boat with legs, and SWIM was still only on the way up. Swim was asked if he wanted to talk to God (Who was explained as the consciousness of the universe). SWIM knew he couldn't handle it, so he refused. He was told that this was ok, but something needed to happen to him. SWIM was taken outside of reality and got to see the universe without being shackled to it. He could see it for the true horror that it is.

But SWIM rebuilt his broken mind, and rebuilt it stronger. SWIM's mind was now impenetrable- having seen ultimate terror, the hardships of everyday life that bothered him so much before became trivialities. Obstacles to be overcome. SWIM felt like he had been sick for a very long time, and the mushrooms had cured him.


Now, as with yourself, SWIM doesn't like the language he has to use to describe his expriences. It's not how he normally talks, but unfortunately what he experienced is difficult to put in to words.

What SWIM is trying to say is that although you may have bad experiences, it's down to how you integrate them. SWIM accepted what was happening after his initial panic, and came out better because of it. It's how you deal with it that can make a bad trip in to a positive bad trip.

The fact that you want to do them again now make it seem to me like you want to go back there, despite past experiences, to resolve the whole thing to yourself.

If SWIM had to give an answer one way or the other? Go back to shroomland. Remind yourself that you are safe. Have a sitter with you. But above all, enjoy the experience. Remind yourself that this is all for your enjoyment, and even if something scares you, remind yourself it comes from you, and you own it.


Again, SWIM apologises for the style of writing used here, but he feels that mushroom experiences are hard enough to put in to words without trying to sound normal as well.

[Cerastes]

So, in case anyone remembers reading about it (a few days ago), SWIM recently aquired some cubies. Now swim had had some negative(ish) experiences with shrooms in the past, and thus was a bit nervous/ anxious to try them again. However, swim ALSO remembers having an Amazing and VERY "spiritual/connected" experience one time when he cultivated and dehydrated the cubensis himself. The past experiences (for anyone interested) can be found a few posts down. Or here (if you're too lazy to look : http://www.drugs-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=83759

So, swim decided that before he tried the shrooms himself, "perhaps it might be a better idea to give them to one or two people with more experience (and therefore less likely to have a neg. experience). The feedback he got was that the mushrooms WERE decent, but however were NOT optimally potent- perhaps due to improper (previous) storage, or temp, or w/e. The consensus froms Swim's swims was that 3.5g was needed to have a real (decent) experience, and that 1.5g did not really illicit a strong reaction.

So taking all this into account, for some reason SWIM was STILL nervous and so he ate 1g just to see what (intensity) he would trip with. Unfortunately, this ended up NOT doing much, and swim ended up falling asleep after smoking a couple of Hash oil coated joints.

5 days later, swim is ready to try again. He was WELL aware of psilocybins tolerance factor, and he DID know that w/e amount of shrooms he took, he would likely have a subdued experience b/c of his previous ingestion of the 1g threshold dose. Swim figured that this (increased tolerance) would maybe help to ensure that his trip wasn't (TOO) intense or uncomfortable the first time around. He also DIDN'T fast this time around, and ate a meal 1.5 to 2 hrs beforehand (again to help potentially moderate his experience) So after considering all this, SWIM weighs out 3.5g (dry) of white/silvery/blueish stems and tan/orangeish caps and munches them down with a bit of chocolate and OJ to drink.
Swims experience is as follows:

T- 1.5h : Average Dinner is consumed
T+ 0mins : 3.5g dry P. cubensis ingested
T+ 1hr : No effect, starting to worry that the shrooms are ineffective
T+ 1.5hrs : On the computer in dimly lit room, slight tension in neck/shoulders, no visuals

T+ 2hrs : Lighting is dim. Pupils are somewhat dilated, walls starting "breathing", bi-colored bathroom tiles are reversing colors (primary and accent colors are switching). "Persian-type" rug colors are enhanced, slightly wavy

T+ 2.5hrs : Pupils dilated, Walls/Textured (popcorned) ceiling seem very interesting/visual, CSI Miami on TV- Colors are brilliant and VERY positive

T+ 3hrs : Lying in bed admiring visuals that appear (esp.) when focusing on walls/ ceiling/ etc. TV/ commercials starting to make a little less sense/ seeming comical. SLIGHT anxiety/ paranoia-type thoughts pop up occasionally (esp, when eyes are closed), but disappear just as quickly. Overall feeling is enjoyable, mostly in control.

T+ 3.5hrs : Smoked 2 or 3 BT's (bottle tokes) of Hash Oil. Tension in neck. Using the bottle/lighter/toothpick seems "complicated" or more difficult than usual. Oil causes instant enhancement (as swim remembers) of the mushroom high. Trip seems almost clearer?, more "enveloping", difficult to describe accurately. Visuals are equally or possibly (even more) prominent. Music sounds Fantastic, esp. the saxophone on the Dark Side OTM (Pink Floyd) album. The addition of THC seems to bring the tension/ anxiety a (bit) closer to surface, BUT thankfully it never emerges to a point at which swim can't "control" it. Also tried playing the guitar for a few mins here: playing riffs (which are usually 2nd nature, seem almost foreign). Simple G,C,F,Bm chords sound Beautiful; swim takes a few minutes to just listen to the sound(s) of the chords, in no particularly organized progression.

T+ 4.5hrs : Starting to feel a bit tired (mentally?), but finding it difficult to go to sleep. Starting to (almost) wish that the experience would end soon, and sleep be possible. Swim attempts to consume a bowl of cereal to stop the rumbling in his stomach, but finds the taste of the cereal almost too sweet. Manages to get it down anyway, and then smokes another couple BT's of oil to try to induce sleep. Lights are turned off at this point, and in the darkness, swim proceeds to take another look at the (same) rug in his living room. Can't decide whether it is just an effect of the low light, but the intricate, floral-type, colorful pattern is even more "trippy"/ visually "tricky" than before.

T+ 5 hrs : Back in bed, trying to sleep, but still can't fall asleep in this “afterglow type time”. Tension in neck and shoulders starting to lessen, but still having trouble falling asleep. Lying in bed, lights & TV off, but still tossing and turning, many thoughts going through mind

T+ 6 hrs : Finally asleep.

The next day swim slept in a couple hours later than he usually would, but says he felt no less rested than usual. No real negative OR positive effects noticed in the following couple of days. Swim was VERY happy at the time that he had such a neutral (to good) type trip. He is particularly glad that he ate beforehand, and ingested a smaller amount in the preceding days, pre-trip. Swim also said that although he enjoyed the experience (overall), he still did distinctly remember 2 or 3 occasions where he was starting to feel anxious/ paranoid(ish). More than likely ANY more than 3.5g would have been (a bit) too much for him at THIS point in time. Swim feels, he got pretty much what he wanted out of the trip (non-negative experience), and looks forward to doing them again.


Anyways, thanks for reading my (albeit, somewhat “extended”) story. I will post my “Scary/ Overpowering” first experience with 15x Standardized Salvia Extract, in the appropriate forum in the next day or two, for anyone who might like to read about A not-so-good experience, lol . Hope you enjoyed

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well written. Don't worry about length, the longer the better for reports!

[christos24]

Here is a story passed on by my sister's cat

"Actually just tripped on some really potent dry P. Cubensis boomers. I ate approximately 3.2 grams, just under a full eighth. I had heard the trip reports from two other friends that have many positive experiences with past mushroom trips, so I was confident they were strong and my trip was going to amazing.
This is also the first time tripping on either mushrooms or LSD, since last summer. Last summer I ahd a mild shroom trip and later in the summer I had taken two sugar cubes of really potent LSD, I tripped my balls off. Definitely one of the more intense trips ive ever had, it was similar in intensity and body load as my trips with 2c-E and around 6 other trips on really really strong shrooms bought in northern Illinois where 1.7 grams was enough to make you curl into a ball in insane bliss. In general the shrooms found around the Milwaukee area or pretty mild, pretty mid level boomers, I would take an eigth at times taken up to quarter and still able to have a handle on the wildness of it. So when there was the possibility of getting really good boomers I was instantly intrigued.
3:15pm- Was picked up by my friend Adam and we drove back to his house to eat the mushrooms and trip.
4:15pm- Arrived at my buddies place in Kenosha and after smoking a bowl of kind bud, getting the surrounding and settings properly set, turned off both of our phones, and we began eating our shrooms. It was approximately two large mushrooms with very large caps weighing 3.2 grams and was colored tan with blue bruising throughout and dark-brown caps.
4:45pm- Surprisingly, we both started feeling the real effects of the mushrooms within 20 minutes, we both have the same body type and generally took 30-45 minutes to come up on the shrooms. This time was a lot faster than usual. By the time we both started saying that are antsiness anticipated feelings have progressed to a more visual, “trip like” effects, then just like that we were already peaking, each minute the visual distortions and moving objects intensified, more and more, growing stronger and stronger. And as instantly as we had these profound visual effects we started getting this euphoric, rushing, yet relaxing wave feeling throughout our bodies. The only wordse to say were how amazing we felt and how indescribable feeling we were..
5:30pm- Fully peaking at this point. Could not really talk much sense of anything, yet was somewhat clear in my brain not getting to cloudy or dumbed up. All I could do was lay down and every couple of minutes make a noise of orgasmic relief, almost like a loud “ughh”, in sheer delight, plus that made both of us geek out for near an hour. We started listen to the album “Catch Without Arms” by Dredg.
6:20pm- Still peaking it has been right around an hour and a half and its super intense. I am glad we turned off both are phones I couldn’t handle outside situations or make sense of anything, let alone something serious. My visuals were very intense along with my body load. I was always teetering near insanity and the trip was not letting up. This is everything I remembered and hoped for. All we could say to each other laying in a goofy position on his couch is “oh my god, “this is amazing”, “ I feel indescribable”, etc. My visuals made everything in my field of vision move all around me, with distinct patterns of insane fractal like lines and shapes. They would spina round me with an almost ambulance light effect with everything I looked at.
7:00- The peak was now over and let onto an amazing trip overall. My visuals stayed pretty strong, a +++ on the Shulgin scale and almost getting to a +++1/2. My visuals were quite unique compared to a lot of my other trips and they were everywhere, my CEV’s were also an amazing site to behold. I was beyond satisfied with these cubies.
7:45pm- While the trip was still going strong and still utterly intense we decided to go on a walk outside. It turned out to be a wonderful day once it stopped raining and thundering. It luckily stopped right after he picked me up. Now it was around 65 degrees F and it was perfectly sunny. We got more cigarettes at a gas station close to his place. We both had a hard time interacting with anyone else and even with each other, laughing and geeking out the entire walk. If any outside people had seen us on this walk they would have laughed really hard and ask what the hell was wrong with us. We would walk forward then in a drunken state we would double back and walk in a circle asking each other which way they wanting to go never seeming to find a rhythm looking like fools. Quite enjoyable.
8:45pm- It has now been close to 4 hours and the trip is winding down, it has gotten less intense every 20 minutes or so and its now at a good state of come down. Overall I was extremely happy and satisfied with the boomers.
10:00pm- By now there are only a few looming after-effects with the mushrooms. My brain feels a little fried. But everything else feels great and amazing. Overall I would rate this trip I had a solid +++ the whole time. My visual were unique and for the two hours it lasted the peak and trip itself was extremely strong and exactly what I was looking for.
On just about every hour we smoked a mid size bowl of bud just to add to the intensity of the trip. I am on daily xanax and 120mgs of methadone, but I had not taken any xanax that day and the methadone didn’t have any effects on the trips, overall my trip was super intense and very satisfying. Still the mushrooms we found in Illinois back in the day were a little stronger only a half eigth needed, these were very intense and lasted around the same time most of the shrooms I got lasted right around 4-5 hours. The ones from Il always lasted around 6-7 hours, but these cubies for their intensity didn’t need to worry about being any stronger or lasting longer, they were perfectly amazing. Long Live Shrooms! A 9 out of 10…"

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	Try to never reveal when you've ingested anything
	well written, complete report. Next time start with vitals and a list of whats taken, and don't self incriminate

[Cerastes]

am on daily xanax and 120mgs of methadone, but I had not taken any xanax that day and the methadone didn’t have any effects on the trips, overall my trip was super intense and very satisfying.

Yeah, I forgot to mention that the SWIM in my story is on 110mgs of Methadone as well. I remember him saying that he found that the methadone had NO influence whatsoever on his trip. I believe this is because methadone is meant to stabilize and slowly reduce one's dependancy to opiates. After taking it for a while, it doesn't really give you ANY sort of "high", but rather just "evens everything out. Or to rephrase that, it "makes you normal". "Normal" meaning no withdrawal, no opiate-high, nothing. No positive OR negative effects other than the elimination of opiate-associated withdrawal, and the lack of the symptoms, thereof. It is meant as a TOOL for long term rehabilitation, and I have found that it was 1st step for me in a HUGE life and paradigm change.

I DO however have a feeling that (hypothetically) if a person dependant on methadone was to miss a dose (or Especially two), THAT might influence a psychedelic in a negative way. Other than the whole "tripping while withdrawing from opiates" possibility, I really don't think there is any way that Methadone could negatively effect a psychedelic experience. That being said, I am NOT suggesting that ANYONE should mix opiates and psychadelics...the above post was simply conjecture.

[WeAllWannaChangeTheWorld]

Once upon a time, when the world was in its infancy, there was a tiny brown bear who hadn't a home. He wandered for days and days, all by himself, with nobody to talk to. But on one of these days the tiny brown bear came across a field of magic mushlings, which to his surprise called out to him, "Eat us tiny brown bear, eat us and release our souls! They will show you where your home is!"

However, the tiny brown bear took a sniff and a nibble of the mushling nearest to him, and could not bring himself to eat any more of it. He complained to the mushlings that they were foul to his taste buds, and asked if there was another way for them to show him the way home.

All the mushlings were quiet, for none knew of a way that could possibly work. But as soon as the tiny brown bear was about to give up hope, a friendly caterpillar inched his way up the tiny brown bear's leg and whispered in his ear, "Grab how ever much you need, and follow me to the enchanted coffee maker!"

The tiny brown bear scooped up six willing mushlings in his tiny brown bear paws and quickly scurried after the inching caterpillar. They walked for hours, and the whole time the mushlngs kept cooing to the tiny brown bear; whispering promises of home and family, and all the while the caterpillar kept inching along.

They finally came to the enchanted coffee pot, and the caterpillar told the tiny brown bear what was going to happen. He told him that he was going to put his mushling friends into the magical grinder, which would turn them into a very fine powder, and then he would put them into the enchanted coffee pot--taking great care to make sure that there was also an enchanted coffee filter in there. He would then fill the enchanted coffee pot with enchanted spring water, but only enough for him to drink, and then activate the enchanted coffee pot.

When the mushling friends heard this, they all screamed in high pitch voices, "Noooo, pleasse don't do that to us! Don't you know that if we get heated in boiling water that our souls will decompose??"

The caterpillar began to chuckle when he heard this, and he replied, "Silly little mushlings, yes your souls do not enjoy boiling water, but the enchanted coffee pot does not use boiling water. In fact, it uses just the right temperature to fully utilize your souls and break them free from your anchoring bodies."

Upon hearing this, the mushlings rejoiced and hopped one by one into the magic coffee grinder and giggled happily as it made a very fine powder out of them.

The tiny brown bear scooped up his mushling powder and gingerly poured it into the enchanted coffee pot, which had an enchanted filter of course! He then poured an amount of enchanted spring water into the coffee pot as well. The caterpillar told him that only one cup was enough, and that all the muchling souls would get extracted into the water.

The Tiny Brown Bear then turned on the enchanted coffee pot, and watched as the drip began. Pretty soon, all of the water had dripped through, and he squeezed the last bit out of the filter and muchling powder with his tiny brown bear paws.

The caterpillar told him to mix in his favorite tasting food with the tea, so the tiny brown bear went and found a giant bee hive and got a tablespoon of honey.

The tiny brown bear began sipping the mushling soul tea, and decided it was too good to just sip, so he gulped it down within seconds.

About thirty minutes later, the tiny brown bear began to giggle and chuckle at the facial expressions of the caterpillar, and he began to feel loved. Shortly after he felt his body rising into the air, and all around him he saw his family, smiling at him, giving him hugs, and telling him how happy they were that he was finally able to make it.

At long last, the tiny brown bear was home.

The End

What was the moral of this story?

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Good extraction information. I loved the fairy-tale format too!

[cannabis-sam]

Sex: Male
Wieght:12st
Hieght: 6ft 4/5
Dosage: Psilocybe semilanceata 50 (dry) on an empty stomach
Method of consumption: Well chewed up held in mouth for quite a while.

SWIM had been dying to do more psychedelic drugs for a while, but wasn't ready for the crazily strong LSD his friends had, and didn't have the money for a new grow kit. Anyway one weekend SWIM was asking around to see if any one had any contacts for some cubensis. One of SWIM's friends mentioned he had some of last years liberty caps that SWIM could have, there were only fifty and the others weren't in the mood, but SWIM was.

So at around 6.30 on a saturday SWIM ate his mushrooms, and went to sit in his friends car to smoke some bongs.

7.45: SWIM started to feel the effects the familiar heaviness in his head and the odd intoxicated feeling that's somewhere between stoned and drunk.

7.55: Certain objects like lamp posts had a mild glow to them.

8.05 Things in SWIM's peripharel vision was beggining to wobble slightly.

8.30 This is where the psychological part of the trip started, as well as the visuals becoming more intense, every sentence spoken seemed to last for ages in SWIM's mind, SWIM was looking at the sentences from every direction finding all sorts of hidden meaning in them. Objects were clearly moving and breathing. Every visual distortion SWIM saw had him giggling like maniac, but it didn't seem like the normal euphoric laughter of sobriety, but more like a nervous laugh trying to hide SWIM's inner emotions (although he wasn't having a bad trip as such he was loving it)

9.00 By this time SWIM had started to find he could see how the people around him, saw him (if that makes sense) he started being able to look at the social dynamics of the group and he had huge amounts of thoughts into the sorts of people were around him. Fortunately the group he was with were close friends who he trusts completely.

10.00 SWIM and friends decide to drive to the local supermarket to get some more tobacco and some food (everyone else was extremely stoned by this time) Fortunately SWIM was not driving. This is where the peak of the trip came, although because of the fairly mild dose he had taken it wasn't anything spectacular it was fun nonetheless. The driver said "Oh better slow down here there's loose gravel all over the road" and this is where SWIM started getting quite confused. The thoughts of gravel just would not leave his head, gravel hitting the car, kept repeating in his head (even though the car had long passed that particular part of the road. SWIM should mention at this time when looking out of the moving window it was sort of whirling mess of lines although the interior of the car remained perfectly normal. Whenever the car went round a corner SWIM felt like the car was going on it's side and travelling extremely fast. (Although it really wasn't)

10.20 The mess of lines subsided and SWIM could see out of the car window again, then the part that freaked SWIM out, the car stereo was playing and on the intro to one of the tracks there was a police siren, as soon as he heard that his heart sank and he thought SWIM and co were all going for trip to the police station even after the sirens were gone the thoughts of arrest and all the hassle that goes with it kept going through SWIM's head. Until SWIM and co reached the shop which felt like an amazing sense of accomplishment. SWIM then spent about twenty minutes having fun looking at all the cool kids products with his friends
(everyone in the shop new he was fucked with the huge pupils and unusual intrest in all things that flashed.

11.00 He was starting to come down by this time, the comedown was surprisingly quick after the intensity of the car journey things were still wobbling and shifting slightly, lights were brighter and slightly distorted but nothing major. This lasted maybe 2 more hours before SWIM went home and fell straight to sleep (and had a vivid dream of SWIMs mother attacking his plants with rake)

All in all it wasn't a particularly intense trip, it was intresting and provided some intresting insights, but he did feel he wasn't as fucked as he would of liked to of been. He was surprised about how short it was as his previous trips lasted much longer. But all in all it was a pleasent worthwhile experience that he's dying to try again. (Only a few weeks SWIM hopes)

Hope you enjoyed my trip report.

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	great report, great description of what SWIY saw and felt
	Great information, enoyed reading it

[novaclay]

Subject: Istic Gutousik
Weight: 165 lbs
Height: 5'9"
Age: 24

Disclaimer:

The events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.

Brief introduction:

Istic Gutousik is a member of a military institution. From the day he was grasped out of his average life and thrown into this organization it has been drilled into his head again and again that he is "by no means his own man."
Fuck that!
Making it his personal goal to stretch the limits of his imprisonment from freedom, Istic frequently ingests substances that are off the charts.

16:00 - Spawn of an idea.

Labor day weekend with two days off, what a perfect opportunity to indulge in an experience that needs a little recovery time. Istic gets a hold of some lovely fungal items and plans a day of fun with some friends only to have it fall through.
But he does not become discouraged and on a Saturday night he decides that he can enjoy himself in the comfort of his own barracks room, in the middle of a base filled with douche-bag tools who would love to get a hard on and fuck Istic for doing an illegal substance. So he sets up some music, visualizers, has movies and books at hand, his roommate is not home, his door is locked, so he swallows them down and waits.

20:30 - Ingestion and come on.

What do you know? A buddy finally calls him back.
"What's up where you at?" says Jinko.
"Ha, ha, on my way to boomer town dude" Istic giggles in reply. "You took for-fucking-ever to hit me up."
"Aww man, well shit yo, I'm gonna come swoop you bro and get you outta the barracks man that's no place to trip at" offers Jinko.
Istic agrees and decides to get ready and take a shower. As he stands there the glass door begins to melt and bleed drips of water. Staring in awe, thinking how palatial it appears, Istics thoughts are interrupted by the annoying sound of a vibrating phone on hard wood. "Damn it" he thinks to himself, "I just wanna be alone to enjoy the beauty of all of this". But he quickly dries off and converses with Jinko who shortly there after appears at his door and is very adamant about getting away from Istics room, the barracks, and even the military installation in general.
"Come on man, there's higher ups walking around" encourages Jinko, "The fucking pigs man they're all dicks, they'll fry your ass if you stay here."

21:55 - Leaving the room and deja vu.

Wearing a blatant Marijuana promoting t-shirt, and with a head that looked like a cigarette, this Jinko, who was thought to be a friend, begins to transform into a bad person, and Istic knows it. Outside in the parking lot, Jinko's evil wife waits in the car. As soon as Istic sees the maroon SUV waiting so conveniently for him, it all hits him like a ton of bricks and he thinks: "It's all happened before. This isn't some fun drug experience. This isn't a good friend trying to bring me to his place so I can have a better trip. This is the end of my life and the beginning of my time in hell."
Jinko continues to encourage, "Let's go Istic, jump in the car, we gotta go man".
Istic gets more and more wary. He knows that if he gets into that car something bad will happen. The car will crash or he'll somehow get stabbed or shot, or worse. He begins to argue with Jinko, telling him he can't get in the car, that he has an extremely bad feeling about it, a bad aura.
After having a smoke and getting fed a ridiculous sales pitch that made Istic think Jinko was the one who was fucking high, he finally got into the car that would surely take him into the depths of hell.

22:15 - The dark road to boomer city

Every minute of driving was nerve raking for Istic. He grasped the handle of the door tightly every time the woman driver speed up or slowed down, as she was surely working with Jinko, who was either in cahoots with, or was the devil himself. Sublime played over the radio, whispering to Istic that everything will be alright, mocking his very wish for everything to be alright. Ironic song after ironic song played, sending it's deceiving tunes back into Istic ears, but he was not fooled, and he detected the lies in them, and in the situation he had been forced into. Every time he was going to sit back and enjoy the way he felt, give into the bliss that was trying to attack him and make him unaware of what was really going on, he snapped out of it, and thought deep about why he was there. Why had God decided that this was the way he would let him know he was going to hell? To Istic, his path was already decided, he had already lived his whole life, he had given into the addiction of every drug imaginable, and had died as a worthless being, giving nothing to society, had forsaken everyone of his friends and family members to dive into this lifestyle, and now he was just being replayed a part of his life that would explain everything to him, that would show him where it all went wrong, and then he would be shipped off to live in an eternity of catch-22.

22:40 - Relief and confusion.

As the group rolled up to the parking spot of Jinko's apartment, a flood of relief hit Istic, he had survived the car. This was not however the last of his problems, and he began to realise that neither one of the couple he was with seemed to even talk unless he said something first. He felt tension between the two, as if not everything was okay, and as they entered the living room he could have sworn he heard a slued comment about her weight, and he knew that there was a past of Jinko's abuse to her. What's worse is that when Jinko asked Istic what movie he wanted to watch, the wife said, "Who are you talking to?"
Jinko replied, "To you honey."
At this point the cogs inside Istics head began to turn, and he decided that perhaps him and Jinko were the same person, and because of his dissociation with who he was, he had been mistreating his wife this whole time, and he was only just now figuring it all out. Also at this point Istic lost grasp of half of what was said, either by the couple, or the T.V. and he interpreted many words as jumbled up nonsense. He must have thought to himself a hundred times, "What the fuck is going on? Nothing makes any sense."

23:00 - Beauty

Istic finally decides that nothing even matters and begins to inspect his surroundings. A book he is holding comes to life, each line sliding an opposite way from the one next to it, and the words are not written in black ink, not anymore, they alternate between red green and blue as they slide up and down the page. Istic is in awe as the picture on the front of the also becomes filled with the magic of the spectacular city he has reached. "Everything in boomer city is filled with beautiful magic" he thinks to himself as he becomes lost in the warping popcorn ceiling, and the clarity of the paint-like people on the T.V.

But alas...

Almost as soon as Istic has reached his good place, where he sees wonders beyond his belief, the magic starts to fade. The book is no longer red or blue or green, nor do the words on its pages have life. The advanced technology that made it possible for the cover to come alive and be changed at Istics will, has been taken away. The breath that exists in everything becomes harder for him to see. His mind clears up, and he glides slowly back down to sobriety, but he'll always remember the experiences he's had in that incredible city.

[Tripl3D]

“The Orgy and The Message”

Dosage: 6 grams of dried psilocybin cubensis, eaten on an empty stomach

Written down for my anonymous friend:

I’ve been reading posts on forums and gathering information on mushroom and mushroom experiences for a few months now because of some of the amazing revelations people have shared. This time, I figured it was time to post my most recent experience because I feel it is worth sharing. If anyone has any feedback about any part of this experience, or has anything to relate to it, please post, I am very curious.

I first want to thank Terence McKenna and my friend and roommate BP for providing direction on what became my most intense, revealing, memorable and wonderful psychedelic experience of my life. It gave me perspective on my own time – my past, present, and future. In my experience, I used McKenna’s formula, and I recommend this to anyone and everyone who is experienced and comfortable enough with psychedelics to give it a shot. You will not be disappointed. You can find his suggestions on how to do psychedelics on youtube.

I should say now that what I am able to recall here in writing is as true as I remember it post-trip. However, there are many details that I have forgotten because of my return to normality from such a distant and busy experience. The order of events is still fairly clear to me, although nothing in this written form can possibly convey them in full detail.

This was my twelfth trip on mushrooms. I am 27 years old, male, single, living in a house with roommates in the city. I am not religious but have faith in the infinite universe and in humanity. I took 6 grams of dried psilocybin cubensis, half caps and half stems, on an empty stomach alone in my bedroom. I just chewed them up carefully and swallowed with some water to follow. It was nighttime and dark, and I had no music available. My cell phone was turned off and I made sure that outside stimulus was kept to an absolute minimum by keeping my window mostly closed so as not to hear even traffic. On the floor, I had prepared the following materials: sheets of paper to write on, lots of water, and a joint to smoke (I find smoking marijuana during a mushroom trip to be very helpful with calming the intense energy that often comes). After chewing up the mushrooms, I sat in the full lotus position on my bed and focused on the silence. Any thoughts that came to me, I released. In my mind, I then took hold of my purpose for the trip –

I am an explorer, and I am embarking on this trip to find something and bring it back, for myself as well as everyone that I know and don’t know. I have held nothing back within myself, and I am not afraid of the unknown. I am releasing myself to whatever force, power, or consciousness that awaits, if any. Thank you for allowing me to have this experience.

After ten minutes, I lay down calmly, in the silence and darkness. For about half an hour, nothing happened, which I expected. Though I was trying to keep my expectations to a minimum, anyone who has taken psilocybin mushrooms knows that once they go down the hatch, something IS going to happen. In any case, I made sure to let my thoughts just come and go, to keep my focus steady on silence and darkness.

After half an hour, it slowly began to happen. I began to see insect-like entities appearing all around me. Large-eyed, beetle-like critters were surrounding me, but not paying any attention to me. When I say that I “saw” these things, it was more like the projection of a mental image, or a thought, that popped into my mind that was so vivid that it was as though I was seeing them with my two eyes, but I know I wasn’t. This is a typical hallucination that comes with this kind of experience.

Anyway, I lost track of time because my attention was being pulled into observing these hallucinations and the energy that I began to feel. I began to feel an incredible lift and a flowing in my body and mind as the insect images gave way to movements of light and energy, dashing all around me, twisting, turning, and intermingling. That was when I began to feel extraordinary presence.

The only way I can describe this presence is that it was both inside me and outside me. Me as a concept was transformed into this – that I was a single point of focused observation. I was no longer a body, or an identity. “I was observing” – this is all I had become, surrounded by amazing and uplifting energy, and any thought I had or action that I might have done was first and foremost a change in my focus of observation. I felt jittery at having so much energy coming into me at this point, and so I sat up in the darkness to have a smoke. I lit the joint that I had on the floor, took a big toke, held it in for awhile, let it out and lay back down.

I began to feel much calmer and more fluid. The presence that was before me then formed itself into a multitude of individual observers (and I had become one of these) with varying visual characteristics that were part of a connecting network. I was suddenly in the middle of a gigantic, constantly occurring orgy. My body pulsated with so much energy I thought I was just going to float away. This sort of thought suddenly reminded me that I was indeed still connected to my physical body but that I had forgotten. But I could definitely feel powerful, charged energy inside my whole body at that point.

The connected network of individual observers then began to make their presence to me one by one. The first was a feminine presence, a flowing and flowery entity, who did some sort of energy dance, which made me laugh out loud because it was so beautiful, and ended with a “ta da!” and then a stillness. Facing her directly, seemingly outside of my body and only in my observer consciousness, I felt that I was now in contact with this entity, and I felt compelled to convey my message to her (I was still fully coherent, despite the hallucinations and the feeling; calming the mind through meditation before a psychedelic trip is highly recommended), and I said –

Thank you for showing me your presence. I am in complete reverence of your beauty. I am here to explore and bring something back. I have held nothing back. No deception, no manipulation. Thank you for allowing me to be present.

She then began to do another energy dance, along with an energy dance all around her of all the other entities that were present. I also thought I could hear a type of chant accompanied by some kind of cosmic music. I was fully aware that I was being watched. I was being watched from inside myself and outside myself by an incalculable number of entities. This did not scare me because the watchers were simultaneously beautiful, filled with energy, and humorous (more on this later), and I felt connected to all of them. In a sense, they were me, and vice-versa, but I was still able to hold on to the fact that I was a single observer in this network.

The female presence moved aside to reveal a male presence, which appeared as a multi-eyed, multi-mouthed beast-like conscious being. First there was a dance, and then the “ta da” again, and then this presence came directly into focus and I felt like I was about to hear it say, and then I did hear it say, a message that conveyed the following – how far will you allow us to get into you?

This message was not me hearing words. It was a conveyance of the meaning of the message in an almost instantaneous way. In any case, I didn’t pause for a moment before answering, in my mind – I am not afraid. I trust all of this entirely and I came here to explore. Show me.

The male presence seemed very pleased, and then began to dance once again, but this time its entire form twisted and turned and multiplied into more than what it had just appeared to be. It then had twenty eyes, a hundred eyes, fifty mouths, all over the place, all through me. Heaps of energy washed through me and I felt divinely connected. The network was expanding inside me. I felt more and more connected to it and the presence of all its inhabitants. Pure ecstasy and unbelievably exciting – it is the most exciting experience I’ve ever had in my 27 years.

The dance and the male presence faded out of my focus and there was another female presence. This next experience cannot be described with words very well, and language, I realize, does not well convey the properties of feeling. Nevertheless, I felt pure sexual energy. This stunning female presence, which actually appeared quite humanoid, alongside other male and female presences that were not in my direct focus, had pulled me into an orgy of energy that was coursing its way throughout my entire being. I was being pulled closer and closer into a field of energy that was so sexual that it was overwhelming. I was having the most intense sex with what felt like thousands of entities, all pulsing back and forth, up and down, exchanging energies. It was an enormous, erotic orgy. Energy was flowing into me and I felt myself breathing heavily. This lasted for what felt like an hour, but I am fairly sure it was much less time because I was so focused on it. No outside thoughts even had a remote chance of pushing through to where I was at!

The orgy began to calm and I was greeted again by a male presence. There was no dance this time, just the appearance of a male, humanoid-like entity that came into focus. The orgy was still going on in the background and it was as if I had been taken off to the side. He explained to me that it was very good that I was so open to these energies and the conveyance of these movements, and that my desire for exploration was being fulfilled. He then seemed to sort of hiss at me, but I wasn’t afraid. He conveyed a message to me that it was good that I was not afraid. It was like I was being tested. Perhaps I was testing myself; it was hard to determine what this event was about. I gave him my undivided gratitude and that was when he slowly pulled away from me and dropped something out of his…hand? I couldn’t focus on it properly, but it made me laugh out loud again when he made a hilarious face, because it was very bizarre. It was like a cosmic joke, that he would move energy the way he did, and express the way that he did.

He faded and a female presence came to me again and pulled me forward into the orgy once more. Fluid sexual pulsing motion held my focus entirely. However, it didn’t last very long this time, and faded from focus until I saw sparks, or condensed sparks, all around me, surrounded by black space that went off into infinity. Each spark had a presence of being a single point of focus, similar to myself. These “spark balls” were of various sizes, and seemed fairly still in space, though some of them were moving about, floating this way and that. In between the sparks, beams of light composed of smaller spark balls glued together traveled through one another in a pattern that I could not comprehend because it was so massive. Sometimes, one of these beams would fly in my direction, reach me, and would fly off instantly.

At that point I took another toke of my joint, lay back in my bed and felt a male presence come to focus yet again. The message that came to me was very striking because it was coupled with some recent discoveries I had made from reading books, including the Celestine Prophecy, Way of the Peaceful Warrior, the Handbook for the New Paradigm, and conversations that I have been having with many different people. The message was part of an ongoing conversation that described what I was experiencing at that moment, with emphasis on coincidence. I was and am unable to attach any sort of identity to this male presence. It could have been a part of me, or me from another realm, or not me at all. All I know is that it was “another” entity with its own presence and that I was deeply connected to that presence.

Coincidence, I was told, is the method of conveying messages and energies that constitute evolutionary development, and that our experiences, or rather our observations, of coincidences, drive forward our individual and collective evolution. This was indicated to me to be an important concept and was stressed to me more than once in these messages. It was also stressed that our observations, and thus our ability to observe, both within ourselves and in the world outside of ourselves, is an integral component to our evolution, and that evolution is constant and is occurring on many scales. Some of these scales are familiar, others are not, but all are similar. It was conveyed to me that the family unit, for example, is an organizational entity that fosters significant “quantities” of evolution, that coincidences occur so frequently and in so many ways between family members that the members themselves (essentially every person that has ever existed) forgets that coincidences are even taking place. Coincidences form families.

It was stated that we, human beings as a whole, think we are making choices in our lives, and that we have fooled ourselves into believing that this is the case. It isn’t the case that we are not making choices. What is happening, in every observable moment, is that coincidences are constantly occurring, and our choices lie in our responses, and even our ability to respond, or how we think we can respond, to these coincidences. Our responses then drive the energy in a new direction, creating new coincidences and thus, evolution. It was also conveyed that the scientific discovery of the observer effect and the ongoing collective realization of this concept is going to have a profound and wide-reaching impact on the way that we create, organize, and respond to coincidences that are driving our evolution, and that our eyes will be opened to this more and more in the near future, for everybody. I was hearing the theme for our time, that if the future, very possibly within this lifetime, is going to include this magnitude of spreading of awareness, we need to “collect ourselves now”. In other words, we need to pay more attention to the act of observing, especially our thoughts about our past and future, as well as the outside world, and to pay attention to observing the process of events rather than their form, that we should be observing why things affect us the way that they do instead of the mere facts of events themselves. I was told that we are distractedly obsessed with judging instead of observing, and that transitioning ourselves from the former to the latter would be a wise choice, given the future that is coming. I was told that, I, specifically, need to turn a focus on why I have thoughts of my past, specifically regrets to do with my immature and irresponsible decision-making when I was younger, , as opposed to unconsciously being engaged in the act of regret.

This was a staggering thought to me at that moment, because I was feeling these messages come amidst my acceptance of what I was hearing. My response, my choice, was not to respond at all, but to allow the message to continue flowing. I consciously allowed this to occur. I could have stopped this and asked questions, but I did not, because I felt that what I was hearing was both important and made sense to me. I then felt compelled to open my eyes, which I did, and turn on my lamp. I could see energy fields all over my room. There was a field of energy around my hands, the air coming through the window, and even my books on the shelf, and the shelf itself. I bent over to write on a piece of paper that I had left beside my bed. I wrote the following down as fast as I could while continuing to feel connected to both the network and the male presence sending me these messages:

“I am humbled now to bring back a message. We are always being watched, looked after. I am being seen and concentrated upon as I write this, that there is a constant conscious connection to something much greater than I alone and in ways that I cannot fully understand by utilizing a single point of conscious focus – being human.”

I ended up writing eight pages of text about different concepts from these messages. I was about three and a half hours into my trip, and then I heard a scratch at my door. It was my cat. I felt very happy that she had decided to knock on my door at this time. She may have knocked earlier, but I was too engrossed to hear it. I still felt very connected to the network, and got up very slowly, nearly tripping because I was so disoriented. I opened the door enough for her to slip in and then closed it. I went back to my bed and sat down, and she came up to me, purring very loudly. I could feel her energy, and I could sense that she could feel mine. She was purring more loudly than she usually ever does, and pacing quietly back and forth in front of me. I didn’t pet her, in fact I barely even touched her. She would brush lightly up against me, and we would touch faces. I felt more connected to her than ever before, and she sat and looked at me, still purring. I could feel her happiness. It was beautiful. Her energy field was a yellowish-blue, hovering about an inch all around her. What a divine feline!

By the four-hour mark, I was making my way back to normal consciousness. The energy fields that I was seeing receded as the minutes went by, and my connection to the network was cut. I was out of the trip and back to my singular self after four and a half hours. I only slept for three hours going into the next day and felt as if I had slept for ten times that length. The trip as a whole was, without a doubt, the most intense and beautiful psychedelic experience I’ve ever had, and I learned something profound about myself and the world around us. Thank you universe.

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[Smirnoff]

Didn't find one so I made one

Here is a thread where you can post your experiences with Magic Mushrooms containing Psylocibin.

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Dose: 4.5g
Weight: 165 lb
Setting: calm with friends

all the names in this post are fictional

It started with the grain patterns on the deck. The lines began to move back and forth and side to side in a sort of rolling motion. Shortly after that, lights off in the distance became flashier and more eye catching. Colors became very distinct and vivid and SWIM saw new colors that he have never seen before. SWIM began to observe and analyze everything in the house, particularly the people. He became fascinated with how people’s bodies were shaped and how their faces complemented perfectly with their bodies. Eye color seemed to represent each person’s personality and SWIM understood exactly how it fit them and why.

Each person had a different effect on SWIM's emotions and he’d go from feelings of love and companionship to that of annoyance and anger simply by looking at someone else. Godel made him laugh insanely for a large part of my trip and his laughter would instantly switch to tears and he would cry in joy. People’s faces morphed instantly. Joe seemed huge and when he walked around SWIM thought of him as a giant troll dragging a club. Phil’s eyes turned a blazing red, his ear’s became pointy, and his teeth grew into fangs. SWIM became scared and nervous and retreated to the couch alone.

SWIM stayed in the same spot for a solid 2 hours. He became deeply emerged in my own thoughts and that’s when he felt like he had reached nirvana and achieved enlightenment. Everything in the world became connected. SWIM felt a connection in which he could not explain between emotions, objects, actions, places, people, time, ideas, and anything you could imagine. SWIM was overtaken by extreme feelings of joy and love. He felt a deep companionship to a few good buddies and felt that they had to know. SWIM told all my close friends he loved them and called a few more just to tell them. He had a strong urge to just hold someone in my arms. He felt a strong love for Emma and called to tell her.

With these feelings of love and happiness came a strong spiritual sense. SWIM was never a very religious person but this night he felt as if he understood everything about life, death, and God. SWIM realized that the time we have on Earth is nothing and our lives will be over just as quickly as they begun. However, he was perfectly content with the fact that he too will die. SWIM felt as if he knew what was going to happen to me after he die even though he really had no idea. SWIM thought of Heaven and Hell and could actually feel their presence above and beneath me. He understood how the universe came into existence but SWIM could not explain how he knew. He recognized the beauty of Earth and he realized what he had to do to get the most out of life.

Time was nothing. Five minutes felt like five days. So many things are running through his head that SWIM felt more alive than ever before. Colors seemed so vibrant that the surface of objects seemed to ripple and shimmer. When he would walk into a different colored room my mood would change instantly and I would begin thinking about something else. SWIM spent a half hour in the bathroom staring at the floor because the pattern was continuously moving and he felt as if I was swaying. SWIM had silk boxers on and it felt like they were made of water so he took them off and finished the night commando.

SWIM became deeply engaged in the mirror. It was like looking directly at his self esteem. He felt as if he was looking into myself from a different person and he could see his face morphing into the various ways he see himself. He’d go from good looking to ugly instantly with thousands of other faces in between. SWIM wondered what was going to happen in the future and who would he become. SWIM was also fascinated with the way my muscles looked. He took off my shirt and my abs seemed more ripped then ever. His body looked familiar but something about it was new and unexplored at the same time. His hands seemed different to him, like they were someone else’s hands on my body. SWIM looked himself in the eyes again and so many questions about the future sprung to mind. After over 20 minutes in the mirror he felt as if he was unfinished when he left. SWIM looked outside and faraway lights looked as if they were dancing. They would move around and then explode and melt back into another light, the only thing SWIM could relate it to would be a firework show. The sounds of nature and traffic were soothing and he felt like he was in synch with all of my surroundings.

As soon as the peak ended SWIM lost the deep connection he felt with the world and his spiritual feeling. SWIM wondered how it got to be 4 in the morning already as the peak of his trip (3 hours) seemed to be over in a heartbeat. He longed for something more, however, SWIM felt he recognized a new beauty that wasn’t there before. He felt as if the new insight he gained tonight would stay with me in the morning. SWIM was drained of all my energy and wanted to sleep but my brain would not slow down. He felt as if he was a computer that had been running too intensely for too long. To sum it all up, this was the greatest night/morning of his entire life. Better than sex, better than smoking, better than drinking, better than anything. SWIM learned so much about life and death and felt a much stronger bond with all his close friends. It was truly a life changing experience.

[spunkymunky]

Hi, I was told to copy and paste the following from another thread - a warning of what COULD happen to people on shrooms - hope it's useful...

SWIM, who at the time had taken mushrooms about 3 or 4 times before with no bad effects (including a strong trip on 40 liberty caps lasting around 5 hours and a couple of milder trips on mexican mushrooms) took 7g dried truffles/philosophers stones followed by a few joints of cannabis one Friday and had one of the best and strongest experiences of his life with a few friends which he values still 5 years later - they began at a friends house and wondered around the town after coming up. Everything looked like Disney Land (inflatable cars driving past on the street, smiling golden trees, roads running like rivers, pink cobwebs lighting the night sky beautifully, giggiling, chatting, bats chasing him down the street and landing on him which SWIM found exhillarating and hillarious!). The trip lasted around 8 hours. SWIM felt fine the following week!

So, the next weekend SWIM wanted to experience the same or similar again.

However, next weekend, after purchasing the 7g of truffles (along with a larger amount of very strong cannabis), SWIM's plans for the night went a bit wrong. SWIM and two friends who had bought the same amount as him were supposed to be going to another friends house for the evening but SWIM and SWIMs friends were let down and told this was not possible.
Feeling a bit annoyed, SWIM and his two buddies (one of whom was not involved the weekend before and was really keen to try the trip) decided as a second option that it would still be fun to go and sit in a patch of woods for the evening. It was a cold autumn night so SWIM wrapped up VERY warm (two T shirts, a thin jumper, a thick jumper and a coat) and SWIM and his friends took the dose and made their way to the woods.

Things were good at the woods before the trip (chat was mostly about the weekend before) and the trip started fine, although it was mutually agreed that it would probably have been better to have started the trip indoors. Around 4 joints were rolled and smoked one after the other - this did not happen the weekend before - SWIM only smoked three or four joints during the whole 8 hour trip!

It was very dark and all that could be seen clearly as the trip intensified (around 2 hours after dosing) were a few street lights in the distance. SWIM thought that this was a very different experience from the weekend before - he did not see any bright colours and things were very blurred. SWIM's friends got an effect but the friend SWIM had tripped with the weekend before agreed that it was very different and not as colourful and pretty. There was not the giggling frenzy which had occured at this stage in the trip the weekend before.

The more SWIM looked around, the more confused SWIM became about his surroundings - it seemed as though branches of the trees were getting closer, bending - almost as if they were closing in and imprisoning him (apparently these memories make SWIMs heart beat fast now when he recalls them). SWIM could not make out the layout of the ground and wondered if he could find his way out of the woods if he needed to, he had images of going the wrong way, deeper into the woods and stumbling about in the dark. SWIM soon became confused with thoughts like this racing through his mind and things got more and more blurry. He thought that it was time to move to see if him and friends could find their way out and try and eleviate these feelings he was having so told his friends he was feeling edgy and asked them to leave the woods with him - SWIM thought things would soon be nice and fluffy if the scenery was changed.

They agreed to leave the woods (the exit was only about 100 yards away) and stood in the car park at the entrance where a street light lit up the ground. The car park was covered in brown leaves and they were glowing bright orange under the light. Everyone commented on how bright and sparkly the ground looked.

SWIM agreed it looked great and momentarily felt better but the more SWIM looked around him the more disorientated he became. He knew the ground was flat but could see mounds of orange sticking up out of the ground like big mole hills. SWIMs head started to feel very light and he began giggling, the ground was shifting and mounds started slowly pulsing up and down all around like waves in the sea. SWIM stumbled around and could not see where his feet were supposed to be landing as he walked, which he found alarming - he did not want to alert his friends as he thought this would make his paranoia worse. His friends found the sight of SWIM funny (also tripping and clearly unaware that the bad trip was intensifying as SWIM was laughing while staggering around) and they laughed too. Then SWIM could not see his feet at all and the orange sea of leaves began consuming him, making their way up to his waist level. SWIM panicked and tried to find his balance, he tried to jump, presumably to get back on top of the leaves but missed completely (as there was nothing to jump onto) and threw himself in a heap on the floor - SWIMs friends were now laughing hysterically - SWIM does not blame them as it must have looked hillarious and they were tripping after all.

SWIM lay on the floor and could hear laughter in the backgound but could not feel or see his body. Now all he could see over him, under him and all around was blackness, like he was floating in space except for a few orange patches and the street light which looked as if they were miles away in the distance. SWIM was extremely confused and had images of being taken away in an ambulance - he saw the flashing blue lights in his head.

SWIMs friends clearly realised that SWIM was not having a good time and came to help. They decided SWIM should stand up and walk it off but SWIM could not and could not talk coherently except for saying "no" and "mmm". They sat SWIM up and realised he was extremely hot and sweaty so removed his coat and jumpers.

SWIM felt relief all of a sudden and slowly things came back into focus.

In SWIMs opinion, the bad trip could have been caused by a number of factors, or a combination of a few:
- the fact he had been let down by his friend saying SWIM and friends could not go to thier house
- the fact he had taken a strong trip twice in two weeks
- the fact he smoked too much cannabis in a short space of time at the start of the trip
- the fact he was in an enclosed area in the woods
- the fact he had overheated without realising (falling down was similar in some ways to fainting although SWIM had not been too hot before the trip started)

After about 10 minutes, things were near as they could be to normal and SWIM felt remarkably sober considering he was only around 2 and a half hours into the trip and had been intensely tripping for hours the weekend before. He stopped seeing any intense visuals (just distortion and things were a bit brighter really) but felt shocked. His eyes were glazed and wide and he felt weak in his mind and body. He fell to sleep soon after getting home.

After a long sleep, SWIM decided he wanted to meet with friends - he went out and had a few beers and joints in a nice sloping field with great views - it was sunny and warm. Things still looked very strange and distorted - SWIM gets this after mushroom trips but today it was stronger than usual - trees were swaying in a very odd way in the breeze and when he scanned around the view everything seemed to be making patterns in the back of SWIMs mind, if that makes sense (like the beginning of some mushroom trips SWIM has had where patterns are not blatantly there but in the background - sort of in the mind's eye). Also things were swelling, shrinking and wobbling.

SWIM had this pretty much constantly for days - buildings would grow or lean over him slightly as he walked down the street, making him feel small and threatened. He caught the train to college every day and as he looked out the window patterns like surges of lightning would form in the brambles and bushes at the side of the track as they rushed past. Things would wobble, shrink and swell especially if SWIM daydreamt or stared at something for long enough. SWIM also would hear noises at random times - beeps, rustling, swishing sounds that weren't there.

This went on for about 3 months, getting weaker v slowly - the most regular visuals were on the train - every weekday twice a day SWIM would look out the window and see these patterns forming in bushes and brambles. This also made college difficult for SWIM e.g. seeing the whiteboard or the teachers pen growing during tutorials - things SWIM looked at would look out of place or swell, shrink, wobble, come towards him etc.

This was in SWIMs opinion (SWIM cannot prove it but SWIM knows himself) caused by the bad trip - SWIM had not taken any other hallucingoenics before (apart from ketamine which he had taken a handful of times at very small doses and not for a while before this trip) - he took XTC, MDMA and Coke before the trip pretty regularly, had no underlying health or mental problems and has not had mental problems since despite smoking cannabis daily and taking hallucinogens occassionally - with far more caution (plus stimulants every few weekends).

SWIM firmly believes that mushrooms/truffles can cause mental problems - if this had been much stronger SWIM could well (in SWIMs opinion) have lost the plot and needed professional help - very scary.

SWIM should add that he is very susceptible to visuals - he often has visuals when taking XTC which others simply do not get - SWIM usually enjoys this but clearly it can go either way when the trip is strong - SWIMs friends were fine on the truffles also.

I hope this is enough info and would just like to say that people should be careful as, SWIM believes that, with some people at least, short term and long term effects can be very unpredictable and could land people up with psychological problems - this was probably the worst 3 months of SWIMs life.

Wow - that took ages!

spunkymunky added 10 Minutes and 39 Seconds later...

Oh yeah, just to clarify, he had not taken hallucinogenics before except the K AND the aforementioned shroom trips.

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[Squeekz]

SWIM had his first mushroom trip yesterday. It started out as he expected it would, but eventually turned him completely sideways.
Age: 21
Weight: 160 lbs


1:00- SWIM and his friend C each ingested half eights of dried shrooms with potato chips. They start playing need for speed shift for about an hour and both start noticing a good body high.

2:00- They leave to go for a nature walk with their tripper trooper. The timing is perfect, the trees are already colorful from the fall season. SWIM notices a wave-like motion to his vision, but C doesn’t feel much yet. They talk about philosophy and deep thoughts.

2:30- SWIM and C both start experiencing intense visuals, the marsh they are walking through is vibrant with color. They stop to watch the water, SWIM notices the trees aren’t moving consistently with their reflections in the water. On their walk back they start tripping pretty hard.

3:00- Arriving back at the house, SWIM turns on his blacklights and lamps. The posters on his wall start coming alive with 3D motion and pulsating colors, and they watch them for about a half hour while listening to Paul Oakenfold – Voyage Into Trance.

3:30- They go out to have a smoke on the front deck. The large yellow tree in the yard hangs over them and is amazingly bright and vibrant. They start talking about life, they are amused at the feeling of doing something so extraordinary in the middle of busy everyday schedules. They see the comformity in their lives, and find it very strange. SWIM starts to feel scared that he will soon be out of school and into the real world.

3:45- SWIM and C join their trooper in the living room to watch him play NFS and talk. They notice they are laughing a lot, even normal things seem very entertaining and funny. SWIM feels like he is moving with the cars in the game. He lays back and watches beautiful patterns twist and turn on the ceiling. C tries to talk with SWIM, but SWIM is having a hard time focusing on one topic, and can hardly complete a sentence.

4:00- SWIM decides go to his room and listen to music and this is when things start to go bad for him, he becomes physically very uncomfortable, unable to get himself to the right temperature, either freezing or burning up. He tries for what seems like forever to find the right clothes to wear. Finally he lays down in his bed with several quilts. He starts getting very negative thoughts- he convinves himself he’ll never be a good musician and feels all the money he has spent has gone to waste. It feels like the music he is listening to is taunting him, so he turns it off.

4:15- SWIM’s thought process has gone completely out of wack. Even though the room has been silent since he turned the movie off, a terrible soundtrack is going through SWIM’s head. He begins to feel terrified that he will never enjoy music again. He loses all perception of time. Memories from just hours ago feel like years, and childhood memories seem as though they just happened. He starts to loose hold of reality, every thought becomes a paradox. His thoughts don’t just loop, they figure eight from topic to topic; one idea was connected to an infinte number of other ideas and SWIM felt like he was going insane. Eventually it reached a point where he didn’t know what words meant anymore. He couldn’t distinguish between ideas, objects, activites, people, emotions. He couldn’t understand what it meant to be hungry, drunk, or naked. He couldn’t differentiate reality from his thoughts, he forgot that people can’t hear his thoughts.

4:45- C comes to check in, he tells SWIM he should try taking a shower. SWIM goes into his bathroom to take a shower. When he strips down to naked, he feels extreme shame and embarrassment, even though he is alone. He gets into the shower, but is terrified that the water might change temperature like it does sometimes, or that there might be spiders on the ceiling. He gets out, and tries to eat some pizza, but it only disguists him almost to the point of puking. He goes to the living room to be with his roommates. They are playing fallout 3, the creatures in the game aren’t scaring SWIM, but the idea that he will never think straight again is terrifying him.

6:30- After laying on the couch for what seemed like 10 hours, trying over and over again to process a single thought, SWIM suddenly snaps back into reality, and is able to think straight. His sobriety gave him a euphoria similar to ecstasy. His supper that night was one of the best he had ever had.

Conclusion: Despite SWIM’s bad trip, he feels he learned a lot from his experience. He learned the value of being sober. He feels stronger; that if he can make it through the terrible mindfuck that happened that day, he can endure anything life throws at him. SWIM definitely wants to try shrooms again, but will take a break from psychedelics for now. SWIM's friend C did not have any kind of bad trip, and a few days later told me that it was lifechanging for him, giving him a huge boost in self-confidence and an overall better view of certain things in his life.

Question: From what I had heard from friends and through the media, bad trips usually consist of people freaking out about sounds or sights that aren't really there. For SWIM, he never got scared about anything he saw/heard. Is it common for someone having a bad trip to experience the loss of mental function like SWIM did?

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[ReAlitY-HoLds-NonE]

Originally Posted by Squeekz

SWIM had his first mushroom trip yesterday. It started out as he expected it would, but eventually turned him completely sideways.



1:00- SWIM and his friend C each ingested half eights of dried shrooms with potato chips. They start playing need for speed shift for about an hour and both start noticing a good body high.

2:00- They leave to go for a nature walk with their tripper trooper. The timing is perfect, the trees are already colorful from the fall season. SWIM notices a wave-like motion to his vision, but C doesn’t feel much yet. They talk about philosophy and deep thoughts.

2:30- SWIM and C both start experiencing intense visuals, the marsh they are walking through is vibrant with color. They stop to watch the water, SWIM notices the trees aren’t moving consistently with their reflections in the water. On their walk back they start tripping pretty hard.

3:00- Arriving back at the house, SWIM turns on his blacklights and lamps. The posters on his wall start coming alive with 3D motion and pulsating colors, and they watch them for about a half hour while listening to Paul Oakenfold – Voyage Into Trance.

3:30- They go out to have a smoke on the front deck. The large yellow tree in the yard hangs over them and is amazingly bright and vibrant. They start talking about life, they are amused at the feeling of doing something so extraordinary in the middle of busy everyday schedules. They see the comformity in their lives, and find it very strange. SWIM starts to feel scared that he will soon be out of school and into the real world.

3:45- SWIM and C join their trooper in the living room to watch him play NFS and talk. They notice they are laughing a lot, even normal things seem very entertaining and funny. SWIM feels like he is moving with the cars in the game. He lays back and watches beautiful patterns twist and turn on the ceiling. C tries to talk with SWIM, but SWIM is having a hard time focusing on one topic, and can hardly complete a sentence.

4:00- SWIM decides go to his room and listen to music and this is when things start to go bad for him, he becomes physically very uncomfortable, unable to get himself to the right temperature, either freezing or burning up. He tries for what seems like forever to find the right clothes to wear. Finally he lays down in his bed with several quilts. He starts getting very negative thoughts- he convinves himself he’ll never be a good musician and feels all the money he has spent has gone to waste. It feels like the music he is listening to is taunting him, so he turns it off.

4:15- SWIM’s thought process has gone completely out of wack. Even though the room has been silent since he turned the movie off, a terrible soundtrack is going through SWIM’s head. He begins to feel terrified that he will never enjoy music again. He loses all perception of time. Memories from just hours ago feel like years, and childhood memories seem as though they just happened. He starts to loose hold of reality, every thought becomes a paradox. His thoughts don’t just loop, they figure eight from topic to topic; one idea was connected to an infinte number of other ideas and SWIM felt like he was going insane. Eventually it reached a point where he didn’t know what words meant anymore. He couldn’t distinguish between ideas, objects, activites, people, emotions. He couldn’t understand what it meant to be hungry, drunk, or naked. He couldn’t differentiate reality from his thoughts, he forgot that people can’t hear his thoughts.

4:45- C comes to check in, he tells SWIM he should try taking a shower. SWIM goes into his bathroom to take a shower. When he strips down to naked, he feels extreme shame and embarrassment, even though he is alone. He gets into the shower, but is terrified that the water might change temperature like it does sometimes, or that there might be spiders on the ceiling. He gets out, and tries to eat some pizza, but it only disguists him almost to the point of puking. He goes to the living room to be with his roommate. They are playing fallout 3, the creatures in the game aren’t scaring SWIM, but the idea that he will never think straight again is terrifying him.

6:30- After laying on the couch for what seemed like 10 hours, trying over and over again to process a single thought, SWIM suddenly snaps back into reality, and is able to think straight. His sobriety gave him a euphoria similar to ecstasy. His supper that night was one of the best he had ever had.

Conclusion: Despite SWIM’s bad trip, he feels he learned a lot from his experience. He learned the value of being sober. He feels stronger; that if he can make it through the terrible mindfuck that happened that day, he can endure anything life throws at him. SWIM definitely wants to try shrooms again, but will take a break from psychedelics for now.

Question: Is it common for someone having a bad trip to experience the loss of mental function like SWIM did?

SWIM feels it even when he has good trips. It is your sensory centres overloading your frontal cortex with information: SWIY tries to process this, but cant. Given proximity to the prefrontal cortex, this may explain some of the shifts in the experience of emotional fluctuations during the trip (which are infact caused by the psilocin mimicking the effects of serotonin - your PFC is just processing this)

As for the level of how common it is, it depends purely on the individual, as always, but SWIM always found this sort of thing happened when the trip became introverted; ie, when he found himself on a solo trip. If you dont enjoy the experience that you feel you have lost control then stay with SWIY's friend as one would often find oneself talking about something that would divert this belief with a good friend (Remember thats all this experience is; a belief; SWIY hadnt really lost mental function; SWIY simply believed he did)

Hope this answered your question, and gives you a bit less to be concerned about :P
nice read btw

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thanks, this was very helpful

[spunkymunky]

SWIM found that on his last trip he started having these "figure of eight" type thoughts when he was left alone for a bit and decided he needed to do something so picked up the juggling balls and had a juggle. This gave him something to focus on and worked a treat - he juggled for about an hour (until exhausted), surprisingly well, and he did not need to think of anything else - it felt great.

SWIM thinks having something to concentrate on instead of going in on yourself is a good tactic to avoiding the confusion you can get on shrooms as it keeps your attention.

[kylet9309]

SWIM's first experience was with his brother. His brother brought over some shrooms and at 8:15 they took them. They were chopped up into little pieces and SWIM doesn't know what kind they were. Around 9:00 SWIM and his brother start feeling the effects kick in. It wasn't anything really strong for it being SWIM's first time but still enough for him to notice that things are different. The feeling was amazing, it made SWIM laugh at everything but it felt better then being high off of cannabis. At 9:30 SWIM and his brother walk around outside in the middle of the street with no shoes tripping on shrooms. That night was also the last night of a meteor shower. I don't know if you've ever seen meteors on shrooms but it's amazing. You watch them fly across the sky then when you focus in on one of them it's like it slows down and you can watch the meteor burn. Anyway they walk around for a bit then go back inside well back to the house but they were sitting outside. 10:00 they notice that the bugs that were biting them before have stopped biting them. I don't know if the bugs just went away or if we can't feel them biting our skin. 10:30, SWIM's brother starts telling him stories about how his friend did acid and how they went into a barn filled with horses and how his friend took a shit on a horse. Needless to say SWIM was laughing his ass off. 11:00 the shrooms are in full effect. SWIM's brother is telling him about something but SWIM can't remember what it was about. He was fixed on watching his brother's face. His brother's face started out as being nothing like there was nothing there but slowly as time went on color was restored to his brother's face. Almost like it was a puzzle being put together, then when his brother stopped talking the puzzle was complete and he looked over to SWIM, making his face appear to leap out of the puzzle at him. Again SWIM was laughing as hard as he could. A few hours later the shrooms wore off and his brother went home. To this day SWIM believes that was the best day of his life. The day that he tried shrooms with his brother.

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	entertaining report! that meteor shower must have been incredible.
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