I’m doing 5g of mushrooms tomorrow in silent darkness for the first time. I have no idea what to expect as I’ve never done it this way, my last dose was 4.5g and I handled it really well and had a beautiful experience out in nature. Also, planning on vaping some DMT powder in the coming weeks and going on my first major trip for the first time.
I do wonder what thats like! But ive never had a job that allows any of that. Never done a drug. Random testings too scary.
Opiates after being resuscitated. I have a lot of stories to tell and it took about half a year to get out of my system.
Now I live with that knowledge and memories but luckily I am not a drug user nor have access so so risk of relapse.
Did a bunch of acid for a while, and that had a pretty profound effect on how I perceived the world.
But the most profound was a DMT trip that made me stop being an atheist.
The best analogy I’ve seen is that shrooms is like a road trip. You’re gonna be on it for a while, but you can stop and take breaks to enjoy the scenery while you travel.
Acid is like taking a flight. You’ll get there, but you basically just buckle up and wait for the ride to be over. You can wander around the cabin a little, but you’re basically just along for the ride.
…DMT is like being ratchet-strapped to the nose cone of a rocket with a loose tail fin. You’re going somewhere fast, but your destination is at the mercy of the gods.
I like this analogy, because also with DMT if you aim slightly higher with the rocket you end up billions of miles further than you expected
Shrooms never worked for me, but that tracks for the other two. I got a bit better over time of finding new fun things in the cabin, but I generally stayed indoors and did a lot of environment prep.
and they say alcohol is like a gnome clinging to your feet
C’mon ol’ boy, just 3 more beers and well have a grand ol’ time, we will!
I took two tabs of acid and found religion and (unrelatedly) realized I wasn’t interested in my fuckbuddy anymore and that our friendship had gotten weird since I’d started my relationship with my now wife.
The finding religion bit was basically me meditating within the pool of the divine feminine and seeing where I belonged within it.
Idk psychadelics mostly just call me on my shit and connect me to the whole of humanity and the earth.
Shrooms/psilocybin: Called and cussed out my parents, put all the shit my family talks about behind each others backs into a groupchat, changed my phone number, and quit drinking completely (12 pack nightly) now for 2.5 years total all within about 12h.
My #1 recommendation for anyone in a similar situation is that you are not allowed to have your phone or computer for 72h. A week if you can arrange a vacation. Watch videos on DVD / vhs if you can or read a book. Listen to music or predownload a podcast / audiobook. Go for walks. get a coloring book. Hopefully other people will add in some good analog activities. But do NOT contact the outside world at all for 72h.
It needed to be done but I could’ve done it with a LOT more grace if I’d waited.
Thought about reconnecting recently actually then I had this dream:
I was at a family reunion and mentioned the thing that my dead sibling did that left me with one of those early childhood harcoded fight or flight responses. Like it’s not existential; I’m not actually like afraid of just thinking about it but if it actually happens my body will just involuntarily freeze. Anyway in the dream my still living sibling responds by doing it to me “as a joke.”
I did not wind up reaching out. I think my body was trying to tell me something.
Don’t.
Why not?
My uncle ate a man’s heart on pcp!
I think it’s not fit this community, honestly.
But I’m OK with the topic.
I upvoted this comment even though i have experimented with mushrooms extensively. i used to think they were fun. i still do, but they are also sacred and occasionally terrifying. there are real health risks.
i would never tell someone, ‘don’t’. However, i would say, ‘don’t unless you have a reason’. i treat shrooms like prescription drugs now.
I thought it was profound at the time, but no, it wasn’t at all.
This was a meme I posted a while back and based on a true story:
Basically I thought that plants were the manifestation of God himself. All around us, providing us with live-sustaining oxygen and food.
Isn’t that what believers believe in?
isnt it, they represent all forms reproduction, most are very long lived or immortal (if they vegatively clone themselves indefinitely) have enormous genomes and powerful defenses(chemical, or otherwise). weedy ones are almost impossible kill.
Well yeah, the plants worship the Sun.
And fungi digest us all.
…The elements do not conspire against you. They have their own desires…
…When one spies a great peak, the natural inclination is to begin climbing…
One time I read about the Buddha and I decided to just sit quietly under a tree for as long as it took. It took a while. Sure I’ve also tried lots of drugs but nothing really beats zazen if you manage to get to the end.
Darkness made my trip much more powerful.
In the darkness, i saw sowe worms. At first i was afraid of them, but i immediately realized i could erase them if i wanted, and became unafraid. I watched them grow into an entire universe and became a small part of an enormous alien life form. I felt energy flowing in and out of me until it shifted toward out. Eventually, life moved on from me. I died and became buried under a meadow of grass, yellow flowers and small trees. I realized i was in heaven and could have whatever full experience i desired. My reward was to resume the life i am living now.
I don’t think I could get out of such an experience unscathed, but I sure do like hearing the stories
I found this really beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
The first time the LSD hit, I immediately understood modern art.
Ok, so i was treated really bad in school. I know what the other kids did to me was fucked up but years of mistreatment alters your self-perception. I had never managed to shake the idea that i deserved what i got.
One time i did so many mushrooms that i just lay gibbering on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Wave after wave of dancing mandalas erupted from the bare drywall. This gave way to a million images that flashed one after another and seemed to change faster than the eye can possibly perceive; of course, i was not seeing with my eyes. It was such an incredible experience i later searched the Internet for a word to describe it (that word is phantasmagoria).
Among the images were recognizable glimpses of places i had been, toys that i had forgotten i had ever owned, scenes i had only witnessed in dreams…
The visions were composed in the way abstract paintings might be: occasionally symmetrical, always balanced, and delightful to behold. i am not embarrassed to admit that i cried, it was so beautiful. Like, i am choking up right now just remembering.
Here is my big realization: the visions did not come from the mushrooms! The mushrooms were just the key. The visions were me - my brain, displayed in gorgeous tableaux for my viewing pleasure.
I saw myself, and it was fucking beautiful.
What a beautiful experience, you’ve put in words a similar experience I had, but so much better. It triggered a very happy memory and a big smile 🥰
Damn, what storytelling !!
Remind me later to tell you the tale of the floor of trilobite’s
Ate a bunch of shrooms, so did everyone else in the van, but george also sucked down and 12 beers. By the time we got to the cabin, George ceased to exist and what replaced him was a whole other being. We tried for about four hours to contain that creature so he would not disappear in the woods. Eventually we gave up and called an ambulance.
Fucking George
Lol… he was a great dude, shit just got away from him that night. Thing is it got away from me on another night.
My first time on shrooms. Two friends and I took 4.5g (I think) each. Three other friends who did not know about the shrooms joined us shortly after and we went walking into the woods. The whole experience was surreal, at one point I had someone else’s hands, and later on I bounced an old tire off my friend’s head. He knows he deserved it for trying to fuck my sky.
I’ve done much smaller happy time does since then, but would love to trip in nature again!
How reliable is the grams to active ingredient connection? I imagine there can be a lot of variability. Tripping is on the list for this year.
Come to think of it, I think my slightly younger and smaller friend got 4.5, and the rest of us decided we needed a bit larger dose. It was back in the 1900s, so who knows for sure?
Depends where you are and where your source is coming from I assume, but in general I think it’s a fair assumption that they’ve gotten a lot stronger. There also are lots of different strains with different strengths and characteristics. In some places in Canada there are online or physical dispensaries that carry really high quality products that are way stronger than what used to be available on the black market.
Idk about profound but the most extreme was the time I did a bunch of speed and came home to a mushroom party my bffs were having and wanted me to join. Despite misgivings, my desire to do drugs eventually overcame my reluctance.
It took a lot longer than usual for the mushrooms to kick in. I thought i was in the clear. And then WHAM I was reduced to a gibbering idiot for like 12h. I tried to eat my gf’s leg, and then started licking our shag blanket to the point my tongue was raw for days and I could barely eat. Thats about when I came to, because apparentlyid been at a whole ass party for hours before this which j have zero memory of. At that point, I started blinking through realities - literally, id blink my eyes and suddenly everything is alien green, shit like that. All I could do was lay on the floor and wait for it to end.
Thats when I worried id broken myself and my mom was gonna have to check me into a hospital. Thus began the worst idk 4-8h of tripping ive ever had.
Just laying on the floor, immobile, sometimes crying, terrified my judgmental mom was gonna have to go through a bunch of trouble over me. Stuck in a hellscape and praying it would end.
