hardly any novice at taking drugs, but mostly when doing
mushies I only
take enough for a level 2 or 3 trip. It's really a matter of
time; I work
and seldom get a chance to kick back and totally relax.
I had Friday off work, got some paperwork done, set about giving the
tidy, ate some toast and cheese and thought: "right, in a little
going to get the mushrooms (psilocybe semilanceata) out that have
away since Autumn - and measure out enough for a level 5
Let's fucking go for it basically! :-)
A quick look at the dosage calculator says 3.6 grams
topped it up to about 4 grams.
It was now about an hour and a half since I'd eaten. I made
myself a mug
of coffee and stirred in the mushrooms, (they pretty much
and swallowed the whole lot down over a few minutes.
Outside it was evening now (), the
sun was setting and I lit a few candles in the lounge and dimmed the
finished tidying a few things (noticing that even as I did, the
tripiness were coming on). Plenty of time yet (I thought!).
selecting favourite CDs to listen to and rummaging through the cupboard
favourite videos (you know the sort: Altered States, 2001,
Python'sLife of Brian, Excalibur (Arthurian legend stuff with Helen
the *original* version of the Wicker Man yadda).
Fuck me gently; vision was starting to get seriously
as I searched. Thoughts were starting to become
confused. How long
had I been searching for videos? Felt like an hour.
don'twaste the trip, I thought. Enough, lets go pop in the
CDs (The Orb, DeepForest,
The Shamen, Sabres
ofParadise) and 2001 into the video".
2001 is great for watching on a level 2 or 3. Really
deeplymeaningful. Popped it the video, started watching it.
Checked the clock . It
wasonly 20 minutes since I'd swallowed the mushrooms down and I was
of things. Could scarcely keep my eyes open. Rapidly couldn't
wasgoing on around me. Fumbled for the tv remote. Completely pointless
to make sense of what I was viewing, so off it
went. Just managed
to operate the CD remote and lay back on my lovely big comfy couch with
out of the bay windows across the rooftops to the night sky.
I closed my eyes.
Bursting 3d visuals. Beautiful patterns. I could hear the
thebackground. Sometimes I heard the ticking of the
clocking. Sometimes I didn't. At first the music was
me. Then it was part of me. Part of
everything. All I
could do was trust and let go.
It felt like I was being rocketed into different parts of the
trip. The nearest thing I could describe it as was
the scene in the
film Contact whenJodie Fosteris passing through the
Things would come to a standstill. At these points I don't
hearing any music playing in the background - and then woosh
- into the
next part of the trip. Hours seemed to pass. It
seemed to go on for
ever. Occasionally I'd manage to open my eyes; the
black night sky
now appeared a vivid crimson blood red.
I checked the clock.
I closed my eyes and was totally gone again.
And I really do mean gone. Utterly and totally tripped
fascinating experience. But only because I'd tripped many
did I know to "trust and let go". The trip is going to take
where it wants to take you. That's just the way it is.
Hours seemed to pass again and I was starting to think, when is this
end? It was intense. I wondered how much more I could take.
My mind felt
as though it was being absolutely pounded with a vast amount of
information. Way too much to take in at once or make any real
of. Managed to open my eyes and focus on the clock.
Trust and let go.
It was all I could do by this point. I really was completely
doing anything else by this point anyway.
Every now and again, cool air whispering voices would cross my face.
only way I can describe it). And each time I knew another
part of the
trip would begin.
By about 11 pm. I was able to open my eyes and "focus" on the walls
and ceiling of the room. The visual hallucinations were still
any normal trip standard. The walls of my lounge moved and pulsed in
the music. Everything was in freeze frame and
Imoved I could see myself moving from position to position.
firework sparkling colours appeared as I gazed around.
I started to focus a bit more and managed to switch on the tv (which
had some zanny comedy on). Got a drink of water.
And a bottle of
tonic wine (a mix of caffeine, vanilla and red wine). Something I like
to start mellowing out a trip.
And then I remembered about something. An image to do with a
investigated mathematical puzzle. I wandered into the back room and
it on the computer.
Look into if you like when you are heavily
tripping. I saw
something very spooky in there. Pretty
freaky. It's up to you
whether you look or not.
It was the only part of this trip that was negative.
But some more
wine, a couple of valium and a Red Dwarf video and I started to mellow
Like all deep trips, it's pretty much a personal experience.
(If you area
fan of Babylon
5, think of the
episode when the Brakiri have their Day of the Dead). A lot of
this trip is plainly and
simply difficult to describe in ordinary terms. But I
wouldn't say it was
into the territory of being a level 5.
That's a treat that will have to wait until Autumn and I can gather
For me (I'm a big guy) I reckon it will take about five grams of dry
semilanceata to launch me into a level 5 trip. YMMV.
I've no worries about going back in that deep. But I would
taking that amount not to take it in the company of others - either at
(probably best something done by yourself). Or if you do feel
you need to
have somebody present, make sure they are also well experienced and you
them very well.
And make sure you have some way of wrapping yourself it cotton wool
(metaphorically speaking) as your return to normality. As you
come out of
a deep trip the risks of giving yourself a bad negative jolt (just when
think you are back in control) are high.
Just remember, the trip isn't over until it decides it is over. Not you.
It probably takes a couple of good nights sleep too, to really get back