So the discussion about "heroic" doses being
macho bullshit got me thinking... I gave it a chance, on Saturday night. I took
about 2 (dry) grams of potent S. cubensis caps and stems. I ate one little
mushroom straight,and gagged on the taste and the way the dry stem stuck to my
teeth. I then powdered the rest and added it to a pint of grape juice. Went down
This was the first time I've ever had a completely
nausea-free mushroom trip. The only different parameter was that I
"decided" not to get sick, not to expect or wait for it. Maybe it
It was about as un-profound as I expected also, though
much more fun. I walked along the Clark Fork River (which cuts my town neatly in
two), admiring the fine path and park system the city has built. I studied
wildflowers, the ripples in the water, and the incredible Montana sunset (180
degrees of sky visible, purple mountains about 2 miles away). It was definatly a
euphoric, ecstatic experience. While watching my green sneakers float down the
path, I remembered that someone here a few days ago talked about the
"ancient" sense on mushrooms... Sure enough, the dust patterns looked
like mayan statues, pyramids rose out of the ground for a second, and I was
surrounded by people in colorful garb. It went away as soon as a bird flew by,
leaving a streak of blue and a pleasant humming sound.
Here's another interesting occurance... I was at one
point holding and drinking a glass of orange juice. While tasting it and looking
at it at the same time, I lost all sensation of physical existance except for
the taste in my mouth and the color in my hand. Only orange juice existed, in
two seperated yet connected places.
Much of the trip was just wordplay and laughing with my
companion. Imagine our response when in the middle of an empty field, surrounded
by the last wildflowers (autumn is definitely in Montana already), we found 2
recliners, in nice condition. Of course we sat down and watched the mountains
for a while. They yellow chair was better, we went back the next day to get it
but it was gone.
I did have a mild sense of the "other" being
present, more like a sense of being watched. I never forgot my name, or my
species, and did not travel through time or perform othersuch psychedelic
stunts. To my dismay.
And so while I had an entirely enjoyable (and therefore
inherently worthwhile), I still believe that a large dose is required for me to
achieve the truly interesting effects. Maybe I'll have more
"non-heroic" doses in the future, but the rest of my mushrooms are
screaming to be devoured collectively... Maybe with rue?