Hello,
So just wanted to share perhaps the strangest most unnerving trip I've had, on friday.
I've taken mushrooms many times, so many I've lost count now. I go picking near to where I live here in the north east of england and have done for a few years.
I'd already had one (mild) trip this season and so me and a friend (who's even more experienced) decided to have another (as you do) and go to durham. Previously I'd almost always been in a semi-rural area at night whilst tripping, when the sky comes alive and I always felt safe.
We ate the shrooms. I downed a carton of orange juice as per, and we got the bus. The come up was horrible. My friend suffered the come up too, but did not trip, which confused me throughout this whole ordeal.
When we got off the bus it was starting to get full on, when the mind starts going and your becoming lost in thought, you know. The sky was so bright and everything was overwhelming. I've experienced this before, and usually a bong calms me down. So we found a secluded spot (graveyard!) and I had a smoke.
Nothing. If anything things got worse. I was spinning and losing control of my mind.
My friend was not tripping, and this began to really confuse me.
I walked down the river side under the cathedral and the trees were so overbearing and I just had such an uneasy feeling (which i've never had with stronger doses). My legs had the usual jelly feeling but my mind was totally losing it. The trees seemed alive, but I felt wrong and anxious. I couldn't talk properly and it felt like someone else.
I know this is normal whilst tripping, but for some reason their was something a little wierder going on, as I have always been able to cope with the effects.
My mate was confused and seemed to see that I was totally out of it.
We had another bong further along the river (i couldnt even hold it or light it) and I passed out. I forgot everything, time, who I was where I was and what I was doing. I'd had this before but never so full-on.
My friend was till pissed he wasn't tripping and suggested we go into the catherdral.
Big mistake.
Walking round the windows started moving and contorting. The diologue in my head was crazy. I stared into one of the stain glass windows in the cathedral and an organ hit so loud. The wall turned red and began folding on top of me. I had a feeling of dread so pwerful in my chest I fell down on my knees. Everything went quiet and I looked around. I couldnt see anyone and it felt like I was the only person there.
I stumbled out and looked around. Durham looked so bizzare and different. Bare in mind, I've seen rural areas on shrooms, but not a city like this. The sky calmed me down a bit, I jsut looked at it and it helped a lot. Then a homeless guy started shouting at me with his bottle of brown and I started panicking again. (again I'm usually OK in these scenarios).
My pal came out and we wandered round more but I'd totally lost my mind.
I went back on my own after he got me on the bus. How I managed this is beyond me. A lot of it I've totally forgotten.
I had a diolgue on the bus with my brain (or the mushroom) and the message I was getting is that I was taking mushrooms for the wrong reasons. I wanted to forget myself and become someone else, and for a while I really did. I felt an urge to change my approach to taking mushrooms, and do it for exploritative reasons, and introduce more people to the experience and to document the state of mind it puts you in, if that makes sense. This felt like a lesson of sorts.
The walk back from the bus station home should take 10 minutes, but feeling a lot better I stayed out 3 hours looking at things, thinking and listening to music.
I'm still shocked that even as an experienced tripper (on shrooms) it can still totally destroy my ego again, and help me understand myself a bit more.
Thought I'd share, just to see if anyone had anything similar happen to them.
All the best and have a good season in the UK everyone.
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