Hello all.
First a bit of background before my trip. Ironically I gained a weird and unhealthy obsession with my diet about three months before my trip. It took so much of my time to prepare food and had to eat all of the time since I had removed so many "impurities" (essential proteins, carbs, and other things since I felt terrible). The diet was a raw food vegan type.
So on to my trip which was about three years ago. My wife had never had any type of experience with entheogens. I decided to search for mushrooms since I've usually had great experiences with it. Another reason was because my wife was about to leave for the military. We decided she would take 3.5 grams and I would take 4.5 grams. There is this huge park in our city, which you could find many isolated spots away from the busy streets and surrounded by trees, so we decided on that being our setting.
In the morning we woke up and skipped breakfast and lunch. Around the evening, we ground up the mushrooms and I placed them into a cacao-honey tea, brewed in the morning and left in the fridge. Off we went and walked to our destination, which was about a 40min walk from the house. As we're walking we sip on our mushroom cold brew and finish it within 10min. About 30 minutes later during our walk we start to feel exhausted. Luckily we're about 10 minutes away but our legs are starting to feel like jello and our bodies are vibrating with bottled energy. We finally arrived to our spot, and we praise our arrival. It is after dusk. We decide to lay down. I realize that the trip is coming on much faster and stronger than I expected ( usually it takes about 30-60 minutes before mild effects take place). I feel nervous about the whole situation but I feel I need to comfort my wife who has no experience. I talk her through it and about 15 minutes later we've relaxed more and not fighting the experience.
We decide to lay our heads and hold each other. I decide to close my eyes and lay still. I'm not sure how much time has passed afterwards but I remember that I felt my body fusing with the ground. At some point I forget I'm on earth and I'm travelling through darkness. I try to focus my vision and realize that I'm surrounded my twinkling stars and what appears like dust trails of galaxies. At some point I notice this neon grid lines appear around me. I notice in the distance this beings approaching me. They look like a combination of a praying mantis and a chameleon. They use the grid lines to walk on it with incredible speed and dexterity. I soon realize that there is a horde, full of thousands of these beings. They approach and surround me. When they communicate with me they aren't vocally speaking but I hear this noise, like a combo of power lines and tv static, in my head. Somehow my brain is translating this noise into a language I can understand. They tell me that they are translating their communication for me. The tell me to not be afraid of them or life. They go on to tell me about my fear of aging and my obsession to halt an unstoppable force. At some point they also remind me of grounding myself with those I cherish and appreciate them. At some point after our conversation they tell me until next time. I'm not sure how much time has passed but I finally get back up and both me and my wife are ready to walk around again.
I have strong open-eye visuals but I'm not hindered. I feel energized. We head in the direction of the streets and then I gain a new perspective on city living. As we're walking we come across an old lady walking her chihuahua. I realize that the lady and her dog both look alike and alien like. I turn to my wife who seems to have the same reaction and we bust out laughing our asses off. I ask her what was so funny and she says the same thing I was thinking in my head about the lady and her dog. As we're walking I began to notice the energy in those all around me and what appears like amphetamines is coursing through most of the folks. Everyone seems upset and neurotic. I come across a man who is screaming on the phone, in a suit leaned against his mercedes. I recall he looked like a squirrel on meth. We are cruising through the party/club section of the neighborhood and I seem to find it weird how unhappy most people appear, almost as though the mushrooms are allowing me to see beneath the mask they put on. I feel uneasy.
We're taking a long detour back to our house and me and my wife are talking and began to realize that we're a bit unhappy with ourselves. We've put off so many experiences and hobbies in pursuit of money and securing our jobs. We decide that we need to venture out of our comfort zone and begin exploring other interest. We arrived home and stayed up talking for another hour before we go to bed. In total we tripped for about 4/5 hours. It came on strong and quick and came down the same.
In the morning I wake up and feel like I've hit the reset button on my brain. I feel alive and life is beautiful. We end up changing our diet back to a pescatarian/I'll occasionally eat other meat. I also began to talk to my father, we had a falling out and didn't speak to him for a few years. I'm glad I did because he passed away last year due to brain/spinal cancer. I entered into culinary school and finally took up on my enthusiasm for photography. My wife is a regular volunteer at an animal shelter and is looking into veterinarian schools.
I've learned about "legendary" dose, 30 grams of dried mushrooms. It is suppose to surpass ayahuasca at this level. I'm looking into this and maybe we might try this next time. I've done 7 grams before but this amount sounds insane.
Edited by borremonkey (07/24/15 09:52 PM)
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