social contract said:

Hi All

I am not putting this in trip report because honestly I wouldn't know where to start. This was unlike anything I have read or heard about, so any specific feedback would be nice. I have been searching tip reports, hoping to find parallels but so far found none. One day I would like to write it up, its actually a really interesting story, but not now. I'll just focus on the specifics. As a fore-note, I have never taken any hallucinogen before and only occasionally smoked cannabis. This day contained a strange series of events that let me to doing both, though I normally would not have done either. Anyway...

To the day in question. I ate a fairly strong hash cookie around 2-3pm, and later was given a hand full of fresh mushrooms by a friend (cubensis) and decided to eat them around 4pm. By this stage I was mildly stoned from the cookie. I waited. 2 hours later (6pm) and nothing had happened. By 8pm (4 hours after ingestion) I remember looking at a photo of a frog and it was like it was in 3D, jumping out of the page. This was the only effect so far and it was gone pretty soon after. 10pm, 6 hours after ingestion. I figured the mushrooms were a dud, and had a toke of a joint going around. Within 30 seconds of exhaling, I had the heaviest feeling, like I was about to fall over and start rolling. I had to lie down, standing up was the hardest thing in the world... I stumbled to my tent, and I can remember feeling like I was about to die. I collapsed onto the ground and started convulsing, like a seizure, then blacked out.. last thing I remember thinking was "not like this.."

Eyes open. I could hear music in the distance. I sat up. I had no idea where or who I was, it felt like I had only just been born. I slowly realised who I was, why I was in this place but it felt like a forgotten memory from a lifetime ago. All my thoughts were in the 3rd person. I deducted that since it was night time, the person know as "Social Contract" must have a torch. It was clenched in my fist. I turned it on. I was right outside my tent, and from the looks of the mud on my clothing I had only been on the ground for about 5-10 seconds, but it felt like I had been asleep for 20 years. I climbed inside, feeling like I was trespassing on somebody else's property. I had to remind myself it was my tent, and it was a hard thing to do. I lay there, and decided to call a good friend. I cannot describe how perplexing it was, the mere concept of using a phone. I had to "remember" that "social contract uses phones" and have complete faith in that memory just to use the damn thing, my instinct for its use was completely absent.

We talked for about 30 minutes (he says my voice was totally sober but my words were complete gibberish) then I hung up and lay there listening to the rain. The conversation had cheered me up a lot. I lay there, feeling for the first time the total weight of both "stoned" feelings in conjunction. I was totally fucked. I could hardly even lift my head. This was now 11pm, about 7 hours after ingestion. I closed my eyes and that's when it all began...

For the next 5 hours I saw, with my eyes shut, a constant cycle of the universe being born, dying and being being reborn. I saw the birth and death of human civilisation, every event in history from the evolution of the chimpanzee to the formation of one world government all simultaneously and with time moving in both directions simultaneously. I saw the prehistoric man inventing the concept of property, and all major events of human evolution, from every perspective, in fast forward. I saw so far into the future the entire earth was a new life form, with the technologically interconnected humans as its brain cells and neural pathways. And just when it went as far as it could, it came full circle some how and started from the beginning. And this whole time, I was curled up in a ball, grasping my stomach, laughing with hysterically. Nothing in my life has ever felt close to this. This was happiness. The few times I opened my eyes, all I saw of significance was my hand rippling mildly like a flag in the wind, but in slow motion. Some wrinkles in the tent wall seemed like they were moving downwards, but staying in the same place at the same time, but thats all. This would seem consistent with a level 2 or 3 trip. But when I closed my eyes, oh my fucking god.

By the end of my trip, I was surfing through a sea of colourful balls, joined by a lines of energy. This was some form of synaesthesia for my own thoughts, I can only conclude. Instinctively I knew the balls were ideas and facts, and the lines of energy my ability to connect them together. I would do things like ask myself impossible questions, such as "how could the WW2 holocaust be seen as a good thing" or "why is death not to be feared" and watch the energy line buzz about, failing to complete a circuit, and I'd say "there, tricked you. I win" when suddenly the energy line would jump INTO a sphere, not through it. All the colours would change, the line would explode out on the other side, into a million more spheres contained with the one, and suddenly I would have the answer. More hysterical laughter would result. Later, when I read the Wikipedia article "Indra's net" (its a hundu concept) I almost had a heart attack. I did this for about about 30 minutes, but its hard to say. I mostly answered questions that had kept me up sleepless most of my life. The nature of infinity, my own atheism, good and evil, the purpose of life etc. To this day, 8 months on, all the answers are as a part of me as they were then. I expected the realisations to fade but they never did. It pretty much changed my life.

So yeah, thats it. I asked my brother about his mushroom trip and he said "oh, it wasn't like that. The walls changed color". I asked another friend, and he would say "I took my pants of and it felt good". Nothing like this. This was terrifying. This was like dying. This was closer to what I thought DMT would be like.

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igCorcaigh said:

Had you eaten anything before you took the mushrooms?
They took their time hitting you.

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Yeah, I ate them with a whole lot of cheesecake. They tasted amazing eating them like that

I will get around to writing up the whole report one day, its a pretty interesting story. Lots of stuff happened during the trip (gatecrashers, fighting + mass police arrests) that I couldn't tell were real or not and really challenged me in every way I could think of. I guess thats why the trip was so good in the end, all the potential ruinous events that I managed to get through one after another.

I'm gearing up for a 2nd trip, but I will have a hard time replicating or even trying to replicate the events that led this one to being so good. I'll have to think on it. Oh and one last thing, would subs differ much or at all from the gold-tops in the kind of trip you have? How much do you think the weed factored into my experience and will I be disappointed if I don't combine again?

social contract said:

Hi All

I am not putting this in trip report because honestly I wouldn't know where to start. This was unlike anything I have read or heard about, so any specific feedback would be nice. I have been searching tip reports, hoping to find parallels but so far found none. One day I would like to write it up, its actually a really interesting story, but not now. I'll just focus on the specifics. As a fore-note, I have never taken any hallucinogen before and only occasionally smoked cannabis. This day contained a strange series of events that let me to doing both, though I normally would not have done either. Anyway...

To the day in question. I ate a fairly strong hash cookie around 2-3pm, and later was given a hand full of fresh mushrooms by a friend (cubensis) and decided to eat them around 4pm. By this stage I was mildly stoned from the cookie. I waited. 2 hours later (6pm) and nothing had happened. By 8pm (4 hours after ingestion) I remember looking at a photo of a frog and it was like it was in 3D, jumping out of the page. This was the only effect so far and it was gone pretty soon after. 10pm, 6 hours after ingestion. I figured the mushrooms were a dud, and had a toke of a joint going around. Within 30 seconds of exhaling, I had the heaviest feeling, like I was about to fall over and start rolling. I had to lie down, standing up was the hardest thing in the world... I stumbled to my tent, and I can remember feeling like I was about to die. I collapsed onto the ground and started convulsing, like a seizure, then blacked out.. last thing I remember thinking was "not like this.."

Eyes open. I could hear music in the distance. I sat up. I had no idea where or who I was, it felt like I had only just been born. I slowly realised who I was, why I was in this place but it felt like a forgotten memory from a lifetime ago. All my thoughts were in the 3rd person. I deducted that since it was night time, the person know as "Social Contract" must have a torch. It was clenched in my fist. I turned it on. I was right outside my tent, and from the looks of the mud on my clothing I had only been on the ground for about 5-10 seconds, but it felt like I had been asleep for 20 years. I climbed inside, feeling like I was trespassing on somebody else's property. I had to remind myself it was my tent, and it was a hard thing to do. I lay there, and decided to call a good friend. I cannot describe how perplexing it was, the mere concept of using a phone. I had to "remember" that "social contract uses phones" and have complete faith in that memory just to use the damn thing, my instinct for its use was completely absent.

We talked for about 30 minutes (he says my voice was totally sober but my words were complete gibberish) then I hung up and lay there listening to the rain. The conversation had cheered me up a lot. I lay there, feeling for the first time the total weight of both "stoned" feelings in conjunction. I was totally fucked. I could hardly even lift my head. This was now 11pm, about 7 hours after ingestion. I closed my eyes and that's when it all began...

For the next 5 hours I saw, with my eyes shut, a constant cycle of the universe being born, dying and being being reborn. I saw the birth and death of human civilisation, every event in history from the evolution of the chimpanzee to the formation of one world government all simultaneously and with time moving in both directions simultaneously. I saw the prehistoric man inventing the concept of property, and all major events of human evolution, from every perspective, in fast forward. I saw so far into the future the entire earth was a new life form, with the technologically interconnected humans as its brain cells and neural pathways. And just when it went as far as it could, it came full circle some how and started from the beginning. And this whole time, I was curled up in a ball, grasping my stomach, laughing with hysterically. Nothing in my life has ever felt close to this. This was happiness. The few times I opened my eyes, all I saw of significance was my hand rippling mildly like a flag in the wind, but in slow motion. Some wrinkles in the tent wall seemed like they were moving downwards, but staying in the same place at the same time, but thats all. This would seem consistent with a level 2 or 3 trip. But when I closed my eyes, oh my fucking god.

By the end of my trip, I was surfing through a sea of colourful balls, joined by a lines of energy. This was some form of synaesthesia for my own thoughts, I can only conclude. Instinctively I knew the balls were ideas and facts, and the lines of energy my ability to connect them together. I would do things like ask myself impossible questions, such as "how could the WW2 holocaust be seen as a good thing" or "why is death not to be feared" and watch the energy line buzz about, failing to complete a circuit, and I'd say "there, tricked you. I win" when suddenly the energy line would jump INTO a sphere, not through it. All the colours would change, the line would explode out on the other side, into a million more spheres contained with the one, and suddenly I would have the answer. More hysterical laughter would result. Later, when I read the Wikipedia article "Indra's net" (its a hundu concept) I almost had a heart attack. I did this for about about 30 minutes, but its hard to say. I mostly answered questions that had kept me up sleepless most of my life. The nature of infinity, my own atheism, good and evil, the purpose of life etc. To this day, 8 months on, all the answers are as a part of me as they were then. I expected the realisations to fade but they never did. It pretty much changed my life.

So yeah, thats it. I asked my brother about his mushroom trip and he said "oh, it wasn't like that. The walls changed color". I asked another friend, and he would say "I took my pants of and it felt good". Nothing like this. This was terrifying. This was like dying. This was closer to what I thought DMT would be like.

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social contract said:

would subs differ much or at all from the gold-tops in the kind of trip you have?

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To this day, 8 months on, all the answers are as a part of me as they were then. I expected the realisations to fade but they never did. It pretty much changed my life.

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Wow, fascinating first experience.  Something to treasure.

PS