my friend blew the top of his head off

My friend and I had alway taken shrooms together and we both had schyzophrenic family history so we were quite attuned to each other, and another more abstract character, the mushroom.
One day our thoughts were not synchronistic and did circles around each other. The sort of selfless clairvoyance was not present as usual, which caused anxiety in the both of us and raised our heart rates to unhealthy levels during heavy trips.
We were messing with something bigger than ourselves, a process, a thing that seemed to curse us at the climax of every incorrect communicative gyration. We never tripped together again after the worst case scenario, I needed quiet, and I ansked him nicely to quiet down(im the talkative one when sober), so he could save me, by only asking him to be quiet. It was seriouse, and he abided. An archetypal shamanic curse was under way. I, we had peirced the sacred neurological membrain of truth, and if it was not spoken of on que, it was lost which messed with our metabolism quite a bit. Heart rate (mostly my own)reached unsafe proportions, and he had his own problems with this im shure.
So we grew shrooms for a while, and he dosed in large quantities by himself, yet I couldn't really eat much any more.
He ate two grams at first. Then, weeks later he ate 4 grams, two day in a row. He still wasn't where I was at.
What follows confirmed the intensity of that which constitutes true hallucinations. He got there and saw and could voice many cognative blue prints that I saw only three trips later on 5 grams, as opposed to my one session, a 3.5, whilst alone. He laughed by himself, he cried. He said he knows his cat knew how close to death he was and was scared for him, as he was acting like a dying lizard even if he were to roam about his house. He heard everyones voices and all of his fractal memory, weighed each and every object and then bang, a hallucinogen driven mental orgasm of pure extacy, as the driving forces around him bathed his mind/body in sound and color. Another selfless and clear intention found in the mess of hypespace.