So I figured this would be a good way to say hello, and introduce myself. I have been lurking these forums for a few years now, and have gained much from them. I thought that maybe now with north of 100 trips under my belt that I might have some useful input here. My first psychedelic experience was a little over 8 years ago, and I was blow away to say the least, and I have been invested in it ever since. I wanted to share a recent experience I had on 5g of mushroom tea that I have been trying to integrate for over a month.
It was around 7pm when I started to prepare it. Ground the mushrooms to a powder while the water boils. Put the powder in a tea bag, pour the water into a mug, place the powder bag and regular tea bag in the cup and let it sit for 15-20 minutes. I take the first sip at 7:32, and finish it by 7:45. I smoke a little weed to ease into the come up, which I can already start to feel. My body becomes very heavy, or maybe gravity has gotten stronger, I honestly can't say.
By 8pm my thoughts are racing and my visual field is starting to become distorted. The room feels round, like I am looking through a fish-eye lens. I can't seem to find a straight edge anywhere. I start to stare at this painting my friend did, full of colorful squiggling lines. As I stare it stretches and crawls off the canvas and up the walls, up to the ceiling and all across the floor. Swirling, and squirming, and writhing. It surrounds me, it becomes me, or I it. Whichever makes no difference, it is caressing my being with its beauty. It becomes my world, all I know or need. Many personal revelations occurred to me during this time, which seemed to shape the rest of the evening, more on this later.
Just as gently as this painting took me over, it retreated back into its physical form. Slowly slipping back onto the canvas, yet still swirling and writhing. At this moment I realize I am laying on the dog bed and sit up. The room feels wobbly, unstable, almost like reality could crumble right before my eyes. It also feels as if I am moving in slow motion, but I attribute it to how fast my mind is moving. Maybe it just seems like I am moving slow, or maybe I really am. A very overwhelming thing to try and decifer in this state, I can't make sense of it. The wood floor has turned into a stream, slowly trickling and rippling along. I touch it and my hand gets a wet sensation, this was utterly strange even though I expected it to be so. The movement of the wood grain stream flows to the back door and I am confronted with outdoors. A great urge to look at the sky comes over me, typical for me on mushrooms, so I go outside.
It is a clear crisp night, there is not much of a moon, but it is bright. The stars are zig-zagging around, chasing each other, dancing in the moonlight. They are so playful, it gives me a warm feeling. I watch this for a good 10 minutes until I realize how cold I am and head back inside. The transition from outside to inside is fairly dramatic, and it became almost impossible to differentiate the sizes of objects and distances. Coupled with my impaired motor skills, due to the fact my body seems to be made of gelatin. I head to the kitchen to get a glass of water and think I can make out 9:38 on the oven clock. I can't be sure. The next thing I know I am in a thought loop about time, how could only an hour and a half have passed. Is this right? What does it even mean? Then it becomes nonsensical, is this right?
I decide to put on some music to help clear my mind. Putting on pandora was a task on its own so when Bonobo radio came on I thought I'd leave it be, which was a good choice. The music cleansed my thoughts, and brought on an empowering feeling. Not to me directly, but it seemed to resonate on a different level of understanding and communication. As though there was thought and feeling literally being broadcast through the composition itself. I drift in thought for a good while letting the music be my guide. The visuals shift and become much sharper at this point. Everything before seemed fluid and free. Now everything appears more rigid and precise, yet elongated. My body still feels very strange, but the head-space is starting to mellow out a bit. Floppy would be the most accurate description of its feeling.
Out of nowhere I get an urge to smoke a cigarette, which is strange because I never get them on psychedelics. So back outside for a smoke. The stars are no longer dancing, but are twinkling unusually bright. The smoke is soothing and helps ground me a little, my body feels more normal afterwards as well. It's now after 11 and I can actually tell what time is and how it relates to me, and I to it. My mind is still racing though, much more coherently than before, but still hard to focus. And I find myself pacing around, slowly. Just walking, the movement is relaxing, almost meditative.
After a while of this I smoke some more weed which gets me thinking of sleep and when it might be possible. I decide to turn on a movie to try to fall asleep to. I put on the triplets of bellview because a friend of mine mentioned it. I ended up getting sucked in and watching the whole thing, good movie by the way. Afterwards I was able to fall asleep, and got a good nights rest.
I would say this was a very insightful journey, here I am a month later still trying to dissect everything I can from it. Sorry if this wasn't very descriptive, I'm pretty exhausted at the moment. I was reflecting on this laying down and thought I should write it down. And what better place than here? Hope you enjoyed.
Edited by BrotherManBill (03/05/15 08:58 AM)
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