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Fertile Soil for the Imagination
Before my most recent trip, I had had several experiences on
psilocybin but never at this intensity. Every other time I have taken shrooms,
I’ve had little or no visuals. My goal with this trip was to better develop my own
I ate about an eighth of dry shrooms at around 10:30
PM. By 11:00, I had begun to get that
strange feeling of anticipation that always comes before a trip. I used this time to calm my mind with a brief
meditation session. Although I had not
begun to trip yet, my imagination seemed a little wilder. As I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling,
I imagined my ceiling fan transforming into an insectoid dragon and flying
around my room. I still felt very sober
however despite the fact that the room had taken on a tinge of color. Glancing at the clock, I saw that 45 minutes
had passed since I had eaten the shrooms. Slightly disappointed, I walked into
the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.
My pupils had not yet dilated but I had a twitch in my left eye which I
usually get before a trip.
As I returned to my bed I felt the familiar wave of calm
that enveloped me as the psilocybin began to work its magic. I noticed that the room had shifted colors
again while I was absent, transforming from orange-yellow glow of my lamps to a
deeper purple hue. The books on my book shelves seemed brighter and more
colorful than I remembered. I lay in my
bed and contemplated this shift.
Gradually, I became aware of a sound: a distinct white noise chatter,
growing to a crescendo in my own head.
With this spike in psilocybin, the show began.
My mind was first drawn to the glow-in-the-dark stars on my
ceiling. As I watched from my bed, they
began to dance across it in large circular patterns. It felt like some strange optical illusion;
every time I looked directly at a star, it would cease its rotation, while the
others would revolve around it. After an
indefinite time of watching this, I willed the stars to stop moving to
determine if these visuals were controllable. The stars in my immediate view
slowed to a stop as my mind increased its focus. Constellations became apparent in these
stationary stars as imaginary lines connected them.
Another wave of psilocybin hit my nervous system, announcing
itself with another white noise head rush.
I now turned my focus to the front wall of my room. The wall began to flicker in and out of
existence. Behind it, stood eternity and nothingness. I watched this happen with detachment from
the safety of my bed. My attention then
became focused on my own hand. Somehow,
it looked different, as if all of my fingers were the exact same length. I wiggled my fingers, confused about whether
or not I was actually seeing my own hand.
The spaces between my fingers became empty fractals. Looking past my hand, I once again noticed
the analog clock on my wall. This time it was impossible to read; all the
numerals had seemingly been replaced by infinity signs. As I stared, a dark purple aura radiated from
it, pulsing with my own breath. The air
around me briefly lit up with floating, colorful fractal molecules. I basked in
the beauty of the world until I started to become more aware of my physical
At this point I had not moved from the position I was in
when I first felt the effects. I roused
my physical body and went to look in the mirror. My pupils were still
dilated. I couldn’t help but notice the
fractaline pattern my stubble made. My
stomach was growling in protest of the chemicals I had ingested. In order to calm it, I decided to go for a
walk around the block. I found myself feeling like my clothes didn’t fit
correctly. Jeans, socks, and shoes all felt awkward and alien when I put them
on. Walking down the stairs of my house
felt like I was in wonderland. My body
seemed to have grown larger while I had tripped. Or my house had shrunk. Despite this, I was able to make it outside. At this point, most of the drug had worn off
but I still had a few paranoid tendencies.
I walked past a house that had unlit Christmas decorations. In my mind’s eye, I wondered if the Santa
Claus hiding behind the tree was actually a midget that was trying to sneak up
behind me. I quickly put this thought
out of my mind. When I returned home I felt refreshed and relaxed and quickly
went to sleep.