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I forgot to mention....

I went through a binge back near the beginning of my psychedelic mushroom adventures (several months after i did loads of acid, actually.. don't do THAT stuff anymore tho - it was wonderful but left me with holes in my soul IMO... but I digress..), during a camping trip:

On the FOURTH day in a row, I made some more mushroom tea, and drank it sitting in a chair out in the woods. Within about 15 minutes, I felt the trip coming on: My mushroom counterpart was upset with me and getting sick, tired and overwhelmed with my frequency.

I started feeling a bit nervous and went into my tent to lay down comfortably, away from constantly-attacking insects. Laying there feeling the effects come, I knew I had "sinned." I felt the my mushroom-personality scolding me. I held onto the ground as I started to get a kind of "We're gunna fuck you over, Mr. Trip-four-days-in-a-row-just-because-you're-out-camping" feeling, and got quite scared. I had "bad-tripped" before, but the impending feelings were utterly horrifying.

I made an internal plea to these feelings inside me. "OK I understand I shouldn't trip so often. I really do apologize and I'll turn my frequency way down after this trip but I'm already 'here' now so I can't take this one away. There is no need to punish myself if I still get the message withOUT punishment." These are the types of things I was thinking to myself as everything in my field of visionI started growing dark and pointy in very subtle ways (best way I can describe it...), and all sorts of strange devices waiting to be used for my torture appeared.

Suddenly the sharp, pointy edges of my slight visual hallucinations softened and lightened. I had sucessfully turned things around. As soon as it hit me that the trip wasn't spiralling downwards afterall, my nausea lifted, and I thanked myself for "going easy on me" as I exited the tent. From there, another incredibly happy mushroom trip followed; felt like the greatest internal mushroom "production" ever!

So after the trip, a friend of mine asked me "Hey so do you want to trip with _____ and I on Saturday?"

I sat there for several seconds, and replied "Yes I do want to, but I don't want to trip so often; its exausting - I'd love to hang out with you guys though, if you don't mind a sober-person around."

My lesson had been learned. I keep my trips at least 3 months from eachother.

Has anybody had similar experiences where you "broke a rule" of some sort, and started freaking out, but turned it around and made some good descisions in the process? hmm nevermind thats a whole other topic.. :-D

-=- Matt/Strumpling -=-
Play it safe man.... you might start being mean to yourself if you do them too often.

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lol there's my story