For whatever reason, I seem to be more affected by given amounts of ps. cub.
than the average person, or else I've come across extra-potent mushies. (But
without chemical aid, I've been able to have mild closed eye hallucinations
since my late teens - seeing outdoor nature scenes, people preparing food
in their homes, etc., so maybe there's a connection there.) Keep this in
mind if trying to have a similar experience as described below. It might
take a little more.]
But on to the trip. I took 0.75g of dried ps. cub. on an empty stomach around
5pm. After 15 min. or so, I started feeling that early tingling feeling of
it coming on. It was late autumn, and I looked outside at the trees outback.
I could soon see the branches weren't just growing; they were reaching to
the heavens rejoicing in life, sharing their happiness, and exalting in God.
(I'm not a dogmatically religious, church going person, if you're wondering.)
This made me incredibly happy. When a squirrel ran by, I realized it was
part of it "all." Then it occurred to me that I was part of it all, too,
making me happier still.
About then, I began getting drowzy and decided to put on some music and mellow
out a bit. I popped a Native American disc in, and laid down with my eyes
closed. This was maybe 30 or 40 minutes after ingesting the mushrooms. As
I listened, the blackness behind my eyes opened up into a black, open universe
- it's hard to describe, but there was a definite feeling of moving elsewhere
and into this place. It wasn't a scary dark, or even a friendly dark - just
"there." But then the chanting in the music started to kick in. Suddenly,
I was slowly moving, bodyless, down dark, but not completely black, caves.
I was aware of other bodyless people there with me, and was happy to be bringing
them such nice music. (I was sure that the music I was listening to was somehow
being brought along.) I wondered if they were from earth or not but wasn't
much concerned in any event. Once, I ended up in a dead-end, a kind of roughly
spherical place slightly wider in diameter than the passageway. Instead of
doing anything, I just rested there and enjoyed the comfortable, almost wet,
feeling. It was as if the air were super-moist, and the music was becoming
even more beautiful. Then I started floating down the passageways again.
Songs changed on the cd, and I was instantly out under a clear, starry sky
in a desert. Maybe this was influenced by knowing the music was Native American?
I don't know, but it seemed real. I could hear thumping of drums in the distance
(not on the cd, by the way). I'm guessing I was peaking around this point,
if not earlier. Then, it was suddenly a "2001: A Space Odyssey" sort of thing.
I was rushing through space between bubbles of color. It was more organized
than the 2001 effects; kind of like going through intricate patterns and
"columns" of color balls. I could see more patterns far beyond the columns
I was in. Then my wife came home, and I kind of homed in on concensus reality,
and other than being a bit giggly, was in good shape and extremely happy.
