Experiences - Psilocybe Cubensis "Brazilian" & Syrian Rue Experience

[Shampoo]

Substance(s): Syrian Rue, Psilocybe Cubensis (Brazilian), Cannabis Afgnanica "Affie"

Dosage: 2 grams Rue in gel-caps, 25 grams fresh P. Cubensis, 1 Medicinal Cigarette (Cannabis Afghanica)

Route: Oral

Total Duration: 11 hours
-Rising Action: 1.25 hours
-Primary Effects: 6 hours
-Landing: 3.75 hours

Gender, Weight, & Applicable Previous Experience:
Swim is a male, weighing 150 lbs, with ample experience in psychedelic exploration. Having explored other Psilocybin and other Tryptamines (n,n-DMT, LSD, 5-MeO-MiPT, 5-MeO-DiPT), swim chose an estimated 'workable' dose based on his desire for a pliable psychedelic journey without overwhelming visual or generally distracting physical elements.
Note: Swim consumed the same amount (25 grams) from the same batch ~ 9 days before this experience and found the effects to be slightly above-average (normally 30-35 fresh grams sends him to the 2++ reached on 25 grams from this batch/strain).

Setting: Bed, Temperate Mountain, ‘Lodge’, Performance Hall

Experience:
At 11:30 in the morning Swim, along with his flatmate, ingested 2 carefully weighed out gel-caps of 1g Syrian rue each. He hopped in the shower, after a quick walk outside to see the snow-drizzled mountain peaks born overnight, and felt a familiar physical weight, accompanied by mild-visual trails; early results of the Rue ingestion. After the warm rinse, at approximately noon, swim ate 25 grams of fresh, homegrown Psilocybe Cubensis (var. Brazilian) mushrooms. He sat down and opened up Moksha, reading through Aldous Huxley’s correspondences of giddy psychedelic excitement. At about 12:45, curious as to the apparent lack of psychedelic effects normally present at +:45, he stood up to find that his body was well-weighted by a thick, encroaching warmth, or ‘buzz’. Mildly light headed, he stood up and asked his flatmate for a progress report. Of similar standing, they decided to ask a friend for a ride up into the mountains. She abided, and off they went with the bright sun and snow ahead. Bundled and giggly, the three friends left for the mountain after retrieving a fourth companion, a friendly female having just ingested 15mg 2C-B. They arrived at a favorite, familiar trail and began to hike. Feeling exuberant, jovial and hardly able to reduce laughing fits, swim felt the warm sun and cold breeze commingle on his neck, the ice creeping into his sneakers. At about 2:00, swim felt he had begun his peak, and stopped the group to smoke a joint. They halted, huddled, and lit the small marijuana cigarette. After a quick short inhalations, swims experience expanded to a 3+. Vivid, colorful visuals distorted much of his view, basic physical actions seemed awkward and inefficient, and disrupted thought patterns produced anomalistic contradictions of reason and order. “Nothing should be this beautiful,” he said. “It’s all too much.” He sat down to ‘take it in’, overwhelmed by the breadth of effects. At this point, the 2C-B dosed companion felt the full force of the powerful chemistry of her ingestion, and, reaching for her cigarettes, panicked in their absence and poured out her bag for a ‘better-look’ at the contents. Overwhelmed by the lack of visual acuity now afflicting her search for the proverbial needle in a seemingly endless haystack of mountain foliage and trail debris, she broke down and fell. Almost tottling off the trail down a steep incline, she collapsed into a seated position and began to violently sob in a state she clearly was not going to rise from quickly. Swim was both terrified and dumbfounded. One minute his 3+ ecstatic glimpse of enlightened experience was soaring, the next it careened in a hopeless spiral of panic, dysphoria, and an overwhelming sense of kismet, doom. He nearly leapt from the edge trying to brace her fall, and the adrenaline released seemed to have no intentions of leaving. Together, swim and his flatmate, as well as their sober-companion, repackaged the awe-stricken 2C initiate’s bag and hand-in-hand, headed down the mountain. Heart racing, sweaty palmed and overcome with disbelief, swim and his mates arrived at the snow-covered base, where a lodge serving hot-chocolate called their weary eyes. A seemingly safe-haven of Christmas decorations, warm fires and good friends appeared most inviting at that moment, still at a 2++ intensity. Benignly ordering a decaf coffee, swim began to look around the ominously active room. Carols and jingles rang simultaneously, blurring some odd line of sound, and an occasional whistle or hoot caused swim to leap from his seat. He was still very much alive, pulsing with awareness and an inimitable sense of terror. The bright lights seemed brighter than possible, a neon glow cast across endless lengths of tables and family. A pinball machine in the corner roared out with free-games and multi-balls. “I have finally felt the awe and terror so familiarly described by H. Thompson under the glowing auspices of Vegas” he thought to himself. He convinced his friends to get their cocoa and coffee to go, and they crawled back into the car to head home. Before the car had fully stopped, swim ran out and up into his room, quickly finishing his hot beverage and diving into bed. He pulled the covers over his head and tried desperately to conceal the anxieties plaguing his psyche. He had tripped with this particular female before, and had a similar experience in which she (unaware of her personal dose thresholds) became quickly overwhelmed, and swim, in his state of psychedelic ecstasy, became thunderstruck and haplessly disoriented at this predicament. Still at a 2++, at approximately 6:00 pm, swim noticed a flyer on his wall noting a performance of Dvorak masterpieces that very evening, not more than a 30-minute walk away. It started in :15 so he snatched the flyer, hopped on his bicycle, and headed to the auditorium. The warm, couch-like seats of the hall were a welcome change from the dry-snowy, bitter cold outside, and sitting comfortably, his heart rate finally began to return to normal, the adrenaline finally ceasing its relentless attack. The first two pieces were performed, and much to swimy delight, they were extravagantly orchestrated with artistic accuracy. He enjoyed this very much. During the third piece, women in quaint Dutch-dresses began to flow from the aisles. Awe-stricken, swim nearly jumped from his seat to demand an explanation. They quickly began to twirl, dropping flower petals and fragrant trails, before leaping on stage for their apparent performance. Their dance was beautiful. A struggle between social and personal morality, the ethics of death, and the intangibility of mind were addressed in elegant physical contortions and glorious movement. After several hours, the music ceased, and swim returned to the cold-winded street to skateboard home. He had finally begun to ‘land’, falling to a 2, then a 1+ during the period of 7:45-8:15 pm. He read for quite some time, before giving into exhaustion, and sleeping for 13 comfortably consistent hours. Before falling asleep, he promised himself again that he would not take psychedelics with the girl who caused him such previous anxieties. He had a dream of eating a tuna sandwich. The tuna was filled with glass, and as he chewed, he removed the glass from his gums, lips and teeth. With a disconcerting ignorance, he continued to eat the sandwich.

Overall Rating:
Powerful imagery and profound psychological alterations, as well as the obvious lingering potentials of endogenous neurotransmitters lacking MAO destruction, provided for an immensely engrossing, intense experience, not very unlike P. Cubensis sans MAOI. A previous peak of 2++ reached without an MAOI was both prolonged and intensified to 3+ after Syrian Rue consumption. Swim found the Brazilian strain to be exceptionally potent (as compared to B+, RedSpore, Albino, Hawaiian, Palenque, and ‘Blue Meanie’ Cubensis). The inherent danger of lingering Adlrenaline/Epinephrine could provide for a ‘bad-trip’, but conversely, the prolonged impact of Dopamine seems favorable. A cost-benefit and control-consideration should be examined by anyone seeking an MAOI and Psilocybin ingestion.

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[dmtHELLA]

holy shit 25g?????

is that mushroom just a normal psylocibin shroom?

SWIM is going to take 1.5g rue with 5g shrooms and it seemed steep...

[Shampoo]

25g Fresh.

In swims book, approximately equal to 2.8-3.0g dry weight.

Fresh = 8.5-9x dry weight (in swims experience), though many say the ratio is closer to 10:1 fresh:dry.

[Alfa]

normally cubensis fresh to dry ratio is 13 to 1. but that depends upon how fresh. mushrooms start drying from day 1.