Object Lesson...

A few weeks ago I had the apartment to meself, and so, in light of all the minor dose, party-type mushroom fun I'd been having recently, I chose to do some actual work with the fungi.

7 grams dried powder. On top of 3 grams of ground Syrian Rue.

"Don't be a hero, son!" Fuck.

Well, it was, at the v. least, interesting as Hell, and I mean that literally. Not recommended. There was considerable interaction with discreet entities, the audio ambience achieved full, buzzing, flying saucer mode. When things got unpleasant, when the atmosphere of dull terror got to be too much, I attempted to sing my way out of it, but just came off sounding foolish. I wished for something acute to feel as I lay on my bed. You've heard it all before but here it is again for the uninitiated... be careful what you wish for. Cuz all I got was an acute sense of loss that, eventually, had me clawing in the air at nothing.

Better now. Did I learn anything, besides never dose that high again? Well, ya gotta be in at least a slightly more upbeat headspace before doing any "work" with shrooms, that's fer shore.

Peace.