First Shroom Trip

A long time ago in the early 1980s My brother and I were hiking at the top of  the cliffs at Blacks Beach in San Diego on a very pleasant evening.  An obvious disclaimer, I definitely do not recommend taking psychedelics while on top of high cliffs, but when you are young you do dumb stuff.  We consumed some stuff my brother told me was magic mushrooms but as to type or dosage, I have no idea.  We came on gradually and at first it was a bit disappointing, since I was used to LSD and mescaline.  The psychological effects were what I noticed first and I started speculating about my relationship with the universe as we looked at the night sky.  The moon was full and my first hallucination was a perception that the moon was a ball suspended only a few feet away from me and that I could reach out and grab it with my hand.  We eventually found the trail down the cliff to the beach and fortunately I  didn't peak until after we reached the bottom.  The moonlight shimmering on the sand and the waves created beautiful visuals as did the cliffs above.  I felt the full strength of the psilocybin as I was walking along the beach.  Hallucinations became stronger and at one point I remember looking in the sky and seeing a giant hand closed except for the outstretched thumb as if God was saying to me "You're out!"  I was a little scared at that point but the peak did not last very long and then there was a very mild come down.  The aftereffects were fairly pleasant.