When I was 17 years old (many years ago) I went on a journey that was easily the
most memorable mushroom experience I have ever had (yet). I have no idea what
kind they were, since I wasn't really into all the details, but I'd guess most
likely they were cubensis (dried), and the dosage was about 2 grams.
I lived in a northern mountainous, forest type place; very beautiful indeed. Not
far from my home, maybe a 15 minute hike, was the base of a mountain that is
formed from extremely large rocks (from the size of a house down to the size of
a car) all stacked on top of one another. If you hike up into the passages in
between those rocks, there are numerous caves and very cool (in both ways)
places you can go. And, that is exactly what I did.
The supplies I brought along with me included:
2 grams (approx.) psilocybin mushrooms. One 12-string acoustic guitar (Yamaha).
3 very juicy and delicious pears. One candle, one lighter. One canteen filled
with water. One small flashlight.
I made the hike up the trail that leads to the base of the mountain, then
stopped to catch my breath and have a drink of water. Then I proceeded to make
my way into the "secret passage" of my choosing, to a fairly large cave I had
visited before. It was nice and dark, and with a very high "ceiling", with
barely a few little cracks at the very top, that allowed a few shafts of
sunlight to shoot through, at the right time of day. This cave-place was also
wonderfully nice and cool, probably about 65 - 70 degrees (F). I forgot to say
that this experience was in the middle of the summer, so the outside temp was
probably 85 (F) or so, not bad certainly, but would have seeemed pretty hot if
you were in that while you were *tripping*.
So, about halfway back into the cave, I stopped again to catch my breath - this
was a pretty rigorous hike, even for a 17 year old healthy male...rugged rocky
steps up the path, lugging the pack and guitar in its case, so as to avoid
scratching it up on rocks.
At this rest break, I decided, "I'll go ahead and eat 'em now." The only reason
I didn't do it sooner was the (well-founded) fear of starting to buzz like crazy
and not having made it to my peaceful, private, and safe destination. This was
responsible, being that hiking in such an area should NEVER be attempted by
those under the influence...let's just say, one wrong step and you could bash
your skull on the rocks below and around you!
So, I just ate them, getting them moistened, and then kind of squished them into
my lower lip, sort of like people do with chewing tobacco. Of course, this was a
little disgusting, but I wanted to get all the *juice* out of them, and so I
probably had them in for a good 15 or 20 minutes of chewing, and then went ahead
and washed them down with some water.
I then proceeded into MY cave, and I was very happy to be in such a wonderfully
cool, quiet, and dark place on a bright sunny warm day. I put my supplies down,
and arranged them and myself to prepare for what was to come. Basically, I just
sat myself on the flattest rock surface I could find - wasn't too bad, but after
awhile I took my shirt off and used it as a cushion! So, I lit up the candle,
took out my guitar, closed my eyes, and began playing while I waited for what
I was just kind of freeform playing, doing chord progressions and enjoying it,
when I started to notice the flickering candlelight looking VERY VIVID -
intense neon orange, jumping, dancing. I had the presence of mind to think, "Oh
man, it's starting now..." The next thing I realized was that I was playing a
Led Zeppelin acoustic tune called "Bron-Yr-Aur", from their excellent
double-album "Physical Graffiti."
As I caught myself for a moment and realized what I was playing
(sub-consciously!), now it was the shadows and images forming on the cave walls
behind the candle's flame. It was truly amazing, I'm not sure what all kinds of
images I saw in those shadows, but there was no fear whatsoever. And, being that
I was all alone, in a dark cave, where anything from tarantulas to rattlesnakes
could have been (not to mention "inner demons"), I am still to this day amazed
that I didn't freak out - on the contrary, it was the best trip ever!
I saw lots of intense beautiful colors and geometric patterns with my eyes
closed, but in such a dark enclosed place with only that candlelight, it wasn't
totally different than eyes wide open. But, it was cool to have the two
different ways to compare the view...both were amazing. At peak, my mind was
swimming so heavily that I was hearing beautiful melodies, but I couldn't be
certain whether or not those were coming from my guitar, just inside my mind and
imagination, or maybe my mind in hyper creative mode adding harmonies to what
was really being played in the *reality*.
Beyond this, I can't really give a point-by-point description, but I will say
that over that next 5 - 6 hours I had the most euphoric feeling in my entire
body, soul, and spirit. Every sound coming out of that 12-string guitar was the
gift of music to humanity itself. Every drink of water was the coolest, purest
in history. Every bite of those 3 pears were simply the sweetest, most delicious
nektar of the gods ever tasted by a mere mortal, like me.
I sat there, "Indian-style" (legs crossed over) for the entire trip, smiling
from ear to ear, and floating on a cloud. It was certainly intense, but not by
the standards I see some of you speak of in these pages. I would have to guess
it as a level 2 or 2 1/2 trip...extremely pleasant, but none of the "entities",
dragons, demons, or even pseudo-angels that some speak of. This was just right
for me, and what I would consider highly spiritual in nature. Wonderful and
loving...not one negative or anxious moment throughout.
Now, here is the CLIMAX! I obviously had no concept of time, but I'm sure I had
peaked and been tripping for at least 4 hours. I was beginning to get some of
that lucid feeling that filters back in on your way back to normalcy, when I
swore I heard something - like a voice, and not inside my head! I realized I was
still playing the guitar, so I stopped to see what I was sensing. I heard
laughter. Then I heard a young voice say, "Hey, how you doin, man?!!" It seemed
friendly enough, but what the hell was this?
I somehow determined that the ONLY place this could be coming from was from UP.
Sure enough, those little cracks at the top of the "ceiling" were the "floor" to
some young kids who were hiking around up above me. They had heard the music and
decided to look down into where the sound was emanating from, which was about 40
- 50 feet down for them, and up for me!! I later thought to myself that this
probably freaked them out as much as it did me! So, I sort of snapped into
*reality* briefly, long enough to respond by saying, "I'm fine...just playing my
guitar." They said it sounded good, and then one kid told the other that they
should go and quit bothering me, or something to that effect. I told them it was
cool, have fun, and be careful up there on those rocks. They agreed that they
would, and went on their way.
My heart was beating fast from being startled like that, but not like OH SHIT,
just more like, "UHHM, THAT WAS WEIRD". I then proceeded to laugh and laugh and
laugh...which is odd because normally the uncontrollable laughter happens during
the peak or earlier in the trip, for me anyway. But I ended up thinking that was
a pretty cool thing to happen as I was coming back to the world - a sort of
unpredictable "welcome back" message for me to contemplate.
After that, I just played and sang a little more, and watched the candle burn
down. When the time seemed right, I packed up my stuff, took a deep breath, and
made my way out of my cave, as happy as I can ever remember being. Once I got
outside of the cave passageway, back out into the sunlight and the trees,
another minor wave of euphoria swept over me - just the sheer beauty of the base
of that mountain, the long shadows of late afternoon, the sunlight through the
trees, the waist-high ferns growing all around making the place look like some
dinosaur movie - and let me tell you, those were the GREENEST ferns ever!!
I slowly walked along, taking in as much of this beauty as I could...and trust
me, it just wasn't possible to appreciate it any more than I did that day.
Before I knew it, I was safely home, and walked up the steps and my long and
winding driveway. Took a half hour or so to love and play with my dog and cats,
and then sauntered into my bedroom, where I gently set down my guitar, took my
levis off and fell into bed...and dreamed amazing dreams and slept amazingly
deep sleep for the next 10 or 12 hours.
As I've told you, it was one of the best, most joyous times I've ever
had...mushrooms or not. I hope you enjoyed hearing about this, although I really
have tried to caution anyone who may want to do anything similar to be VERY sure
of your good happy mood beforehand, as well as making damn sure you can hike
safely there and back...getting through it without injury
is definitely the goal!