So it was my second time shrooming. On psilocybe cubensis, I had 4 grams of potent dried shrooms. I'm not going to get too detailed about the circumstances other than that I was with several stoned rowdy guys, and a friend who did 3 grams of shrooms, and another that did 1.5. It wasn't the best day to trip, with impending thunder clouds and stoned rockers playing Meshuggah.
The trip started euphoric in sunny weather as the trip kicked in on the bus on our way to the part. What an amazing body high 4 grams is. As we walked to the sandbar on the river through the woods, all I could do was giggle and say, "Aww shiit hahahahaha." like an insane person as I enjoyed the wonderful patterns and kaleidoscopes I was surrounded by. I was having the time of my life.
We arrived at the beach and made a healthy fire. We lit up some weed and toked. ( I burnt of some eyelashes trying to light my friends bubbler, yea I was trippin' mad )
At this point death metal started playing, and although I'm a fan, on shrooms, it utterly terrified me, so I took off to the other end of the beach and sat down alone starring at the pine tress a'ross the river. They danced and hummed to me. I lost total control of my mind. I literally forgot who I was, for a while I was convinced I was an old man pacing around an insane asylum, rather than a college student pacing around a sand bar on the river. The metal subsided and I sat down with my friends near the fire.
This is when it got really insane. All I can describe it as is that my mind totally left my ego, I felt ripped in half, like gelatinous goo. I was looking inward on reality, as opposed to outward like we do when sober. I literally felt the opposite of reality. I couldn't figure out which reality I was in was real. When my eyes were open, or when they were closed ?
I was in total harmony with the earth and my body during this part of trip throughout the trip. It was astonishing now that I look back, I walked back through the forest barefoot, through fucking thorn bushes and deep underbrush and even over a broken beer bottle, and never got a cut or scrape on my feet. Maybe that was luck.
The trip took a turn for the worst afterward. It began to thunder and rain, as we sought shelter. I was totally unable to comprehend it. The thunder sounded like dozens of airplanes, and I could not understand what was going on, I was simply following those others who were either on less shrooms than me or just baked. It began to rain, my feet were muddy as hell after trecking through the damp woods. We took shelter amidst this gazebo, and all I could feel was total disgust with myself as I came back to reality. I was muddy and ashamed of what a cowering scum bag of a human I felt like, huddled under a shelter like mad hobos. This part of the trip was telling me to never touch drugs again. Looking back on this, it was acombo of my hallucinations exaggerating how dirty I was, and probably because I was soo fucked on shrooms I was afraid to talk, so I became trapped in my mind, which isn't fun on shrooms.
The rain subsided and me and my friend on 3 grams of shrooms left the group for his house. The trip got good again as we chilled in his basement with nothing but a neon guitar lamp on listening to The Doors. We talked about deep shit and drank Fresca till we were sober.
I would definitely do 4 grams again, but next time I won't go in such improper circumstances.
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The Only Illusion Is Division
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