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Cultivator/hunter Registered: 07/10/13 Posts: 175 Loc: Augusta Georgia, Last seen: 1 year, 6 months |
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Ok, this is a bit of a long story, so I apologize, but I just had to tell this to everyone! I need to start off by first mentioning that I had eaten shrooms numerous times at different dosage levels, usually pretty high doses because the first few times I could barely tell I took anything after 6.2 grams dry. So I kept upping the dose. I have taken as much as 13 grams dried, more than one time. Every time I did this I would I would have a trip that was always the same, and kind of mediocre. Things wouldn't really move, and, if they did, it was extremely subtle. My vision would be clearer as if I was seeing things in HD, and colors would be more vibrant. There almost always was no mental to the trip, and when there was it was very mild as well. The only thing that has ever been more than subtle was the body high, but even the body high was absolutely the same every time I would trip. I still enjoyed tripping but I began to get bored, disappointed in a way, and discouraged every time I would try because every trip was identical and I always knew what to expect. So many people would tell me all these things that they had experienced themselves and I just had trouble believing the stories were true. I just found it difficult to believe that all these people experienced so many things, and I ALWAYS have nothing remotely like anything I was told, no matter how many times I'd trip, or how high of a dose I'd take. I would never have deep thoughts, or see things change into other things or come to life. I tried to believe the stories, but I struggled with it until I witnessed a buddy experience an intense level 4 trip off the same dose and from the same batch as myself and we ate them together. It was at this point that I concluded that I was just simply impervious to psilocybin and was unable to go out there. It didn't stop me from trying, though, but I just seemed incapable no matter how hard I tried. This is the background story to the trip that changed everything, and changed my life in such a profound way. Here goes.....
So the day before yesterday was my only day off and I was feeling icky due to strenuous work the previous few days, and was sore and had a headache. I mentioned this to my boyfriend and he suggested that I eat some mushrooms as they would get rid of the headache and body aches. We had been growing for a while now and had some that had just been picked that morning. I agreed to give it a shot and he got up to prepare them for me. It was 19.3 grams of fresh Cuba strain and we used a lemon Tek to prepare them....well....sort of....we didn't have lemon juice, so he mixed 2 Hawaiian punch brand berry lemonade water bottle drink mix packets in with the finely chopped mushrooms and a small amount of water. It was extremely sweet and very red. Looked like chunky blood and tasted like pure sugar lol. I had eaten about 20 minutes prior, so we were thinking this would help. I ate them at 1:51 in the afternoon and waited for them to take effect, only expecting for it to merely knock out the headache and soreness, and possibly have the same usual experience, or slightly less. Within 10 minutes I abruptly started to feel the effects. I started to feel a bit drunk, which is how all my trios start off. But they usually take quite a bit longer to feel this, so I was surprised when it happened so soon and so abruptly. I asked my boyfriend if it's normal to feel that so soon, especially being that I had eaten. He replied saying they must be some potent ones. I could only hope they were this time, but I didn't expect anything different from every other time. He asked if I wanted to go on a walk through the woods behind our house, which I always like to do when I trip. I agreed and got up to get my hat because it was lightly drizzling out. A moment after standing up I started to feel extremely nauseous, as if I would vomit if I even carefully took a breath. I had never felt nauseous before from eating shrooms, so I was a little worried, but my boyfriend again said they must be strong, and told me to lay down for a moment and try not to lose them. He laid down with me to try to help me to ameliorate how the problem. We laid down for a few minutes talking until I felt comfortable with moving again, and we got up to go walking. At that point I was feeling pretty good, and it felt amazing outside, with the cool air and light drizzle, but I was feeling the same as I always did when I trip, but I wasn't surprised. Everything looked crystal clear, as usual. The only difference this time was that I kept thinking I saw diamondback rattle snakes hiding under leaves and twigs. I would see their design and scales everywhere periodically. I believe this was because I always have to stay alert for them. We see large ones out there weekly, sometimes more often. I believe that since it was a constant thought in the forefront of my mind, it triggered these mistaken sightings of the nonexistent snakes. We walked through the woods for about 2 hours until we couldn't take being wet anymore and decided to head home. I always feel kind of like a mushroom myself when I eat them, being that I sweat and feel sticky and dirty, so the first thing I wanted to do when we got home was take a nice cold shower, as usual. The shower felt amazing, but when I got out I felt dirty again. As I'm drying off I felt as if I hadn't taken a shower to begin with and just got done running a marathon followed by a roll in the dirt. I felt pretty uncomfortable and disgusted. I told my boyfriend about it and he suggested I sit in front of the box fan to help keep me from sweating so bad. After I did this he asked to see my eyes. After looking he asked if I was experiencing anything different at all from the usual trip, and I said no. He said that as huge as my pupils were, he doesn't see how I could not be seeing things moving around at least a little. He asked me to focus on certain things and tell him what I see. I tried this but I didn't see anything profound, just clearer is all. He didn't understand it, but I told him that it was the same as always and exactly what I expected. During this conversation he kept having to tell me to speak more quietly, because I was talking extremely loud and I didn't realize it. It seemed to me that I was speaking at a normal volume, being that he was within inches beside me. We laid back on the bed on our backs staring at the ceiling and talking, enjoying the fans blowing and each others company. I had my iPod listening to music with one ear bud in so that I can hear him and carry on our conversation. Within a few minutes of this, I suddenly started to see this beautiful intricate Celtic knot work floral woven pattern etched into the ceiling all over. I was shocked and amazed. For a little while that was all I saw, but then quickly things started to change in so many ways all at once. My eyes and nose began to pour uncontrollably as if I was crying intensely, and everything started to look different and seemed to come to life. Suddenly I had an epiphany. I realized that the reason I had been unable to trip in the past was because I was somehow inadvertently holding myself back. As if I had a wall up and didn't realize it. I felt as if somehow I had managed to break down this wall I didn't know I had. I saw patterns on everything, and I was seeing these patterns through what seemed to be a very intricate pinpoint rainbow pattern that was like a screen in front of my eyes that was waving, but it also seemed like the screen image was inside my head but my eyes were open. I began, in addition to all this, to see the aura of everything, and could see what I believed to be the vibrations of the energy that everything was giving off. I got excited and got up to look at everything. The images printed on the wallpaper began to morph into patterns and come out of the wall, as if it was an inch in front of the wall. And for some reason I believed that the patterns were always there, but not everyone was capable of opening their mind to see them, and I felt that the people who made the wallpaper had put them there and had done it on purpose because they understood. I'm not sure what it was that I believed they understood, but I believed it nonetheless. I glanced over at my closet door, which has a wood grain pattern on it, only it didn't quite look like a wood grain pattern this time. It was pulsing and the lines were growing and shrinking. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, and as I kept staring amazed, the lines started moving towards each other as if they were being sucked into little black holes. It looked as if it had depth and I had to keep touching the door just to be assured that it was a solid flat surface. That's when my mind started going crazy. I had so many different profound deep thoughts that we're running through my head so fast and all at the same time. I couldn't keep up with the thoughts as they were rushing in, and yet I could keep up somehow. I started having images appear in my vision as if it were in my brain but with my eyes open, but I could see them clearly, all the while the thoughts were still racing. I continued to listen to my music as I walked around the house amazed at what I saw, felt and thought, feeling as if the music was inducing all of these things. I just kept thinking to myself, "this is what tripping really is!!!! I love mushrooms!!!!". Things continued to go crazy and my boyfriend and my buddy (the one whose trip I witnessed) decided to go to the store and get cigarettes, and excitedly I asked to go along. This never happened before because it made me nervous to be around people when I'm tripping. I always feel uncomfortable, thinking that I may think I'm acting normal but they would see different and know I'm high. I didn't feel that way this time, though. I wanted to ride along. As I'm getting my shoes on I repeatedly, but only for split seconds at a time, kept forgetting how to tie shoes, and it took what seemed like forever to get them tied. As I struggled to do this I suddenly was flooded with memories I couldn't possibly have. I remembered existence before human existence. I remembered the beginning of life somehow being this thing I couldn't explain. Except to say it was amoeba-like, swimming around in water filled with blackness. It wasn't just thoughts though. It was memories, as if I remember it distinctly because it was me that experienced it at some point in my life. As if I was the amoeba-like thing. I was completely blown away at that. One of my ear buds had stopped working and I went diligently, almost frantically, searching for another good pair because I felt a strong urgency to put both ear buds in and hear nothing but music with no background noise. I felt like I NEEDED the music, and I needed the music to not only be in my ears, but inside my head. I got a pair and the three of us piled into the truck, and we headed out. Once we were on our way I was flabbergasted at how things I was seeing started to change once we started moving. The road looked as if it was 8 or so ghost images of the true road trimmed in purple light all piled on top of one another and individually moving slightly in it's own way. The trees all had a halogen light looking aura and a ghost image as well. We get to the gas station and I decided to stay in the truck after all, because I was feeling a little trepidation at the thought of being around people. Even in the truck I felt as if they were staring at me and knew. But I was inthralled with what was displayed in front of me. Beside the gas station, across the road, in the direction in which the truck was facing, there is a field surrounded by woods and there are small trees and bushes sporadically placed within the field. Each branch of every tree and bush was waving like a snake and the leaves we're waving in reaction to the waving branches. Then I suddenly seemed to remember everything that has ever existed and everything that has ever happened, as if it all had happened only to myself. I thought to myself, "This must be what it feels like to be God!". I was captivated by the life I saw around me and asked if we could ride around for a while because I didn't want to stop witnessing the immense beauty I was seeing. It was so beautiful that I felt as if I was going to cry. The sky caught and kept my attention more than anything else while we were riding. The clouds looked like pink and lavender colored cotton candy that was fluffed and made to appear like clouds, and I would see multiple images of the same cloud layered on top of itself, and could see such depth in them as if I was within them flying around. I had a sudden urge to ride on my motorcycle so that the truck roof wouldn't block my view so much, but I told myself that it wouldn't be safe. I did want badly to get in a plane, though and fly among the clouds, even though I am horribly terrified to fly. But at that moment, I wasn't afraid. The sky was the most gorgeous aqua blue-green imaginable. On our way home I spotted a rainbow and pointed it out in order to confirm whether or not it was a real rainbow or if it was a rainbow only I could see. Once it was confirmed to be real I felt as if it was put there simply as a gift for me, as if it was put there on purpose solely for my benefit. This perplexed me, and yet I understood. We got home and I just needed to sit and process what I was seeing and had seen thus far, and process the thoughts that were still filling my head. Then I started to see words that were printed in typed form made out of shadows on the walls. I felt as though it was supposed to be some kind of message, but I couldn't make sense of them. They were such random words like axe, leave, hilarious, synergy, and other words I honestly can't remember. Then I started to see math instead of words,most ill made up of shadows. It was equations, like 9+2, 8x7, 9-6, and algebra equations and forms of math I didn't know existed. But I only saw the equations, not the answers. Then I realized none of this was a message at all. It was my brain organizing the collected files of every word I learned to read, and every math equation I had seen and these were all retained, but not organized till now. I felt as if my brain was telling me, now I'm finally able to organize everything. Then I saw this giant brown wood-bound book that was incredibly thick as if it had thousands of pages, sitting on a table. Suddenly I knew that the book was the files being completed. There are some parts that I can't remembered because there was so much going on all at once, and I regret not remembering everything. At some point I decided to sit in my recliner, listening to music and close my eyes so that I can focus only on what was in my head. I sat there for about 30 minutes or so, I think, and saw so many images and patterns that I couldn't have imagined MY mind of being capable of creating. Meanwhile my thoughts kept racing and I was filled with so many thoughts and memories that I couldn't keep up with them. I don't remember all of them but I do remember feeling connected to our primal ancestors in the beginning of the human race. I also remember thinking to myself that there is nothing that you can teach me, because all it is is remembering. All of a sudden it was like a light bulb had been lit and I realized that it was true! Everything we know as humans has always been there deep in our memories, we just needed to be reminded. Shortly after this I felt as if I had suddenly come down from the trip drastically. Almost completely, in fact. I felt the headache come back abruptly and felt very sleepy and yet wide awake at the same time. My buddy suggested that I smoke a little pot to help me fall asleep, and my boyfriend said it might also help my head. It was late at this point (10 pm, to be exact, 8 hours after I started tripping) and I had to get up at 4:30am for work and was afraid of not being able to fall asleep even though I was incredibly, unbelievably sleepy. I took one good hit from my buddy's bong and started to feel better quickly. After a few minutes I felt as if the pot had caused the trip to get kicked into high gear and almost start all over again. I began seeing patterns and images again, and my racing, over active thoughts started up as well. I tried to lay down and go to sleep anyways, because I really needed it. My boyfriend and I went to bed and I told him that I was worried that I wouldn't be able to sleep. He told me that he knew what would be a great sedative, which was to rub his back. Any time I cuddle up to him and rub his back I fall asleep within minutes. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try and told him I'd give it a shot, but that I didn't think that I could fall asleep at all just yet. I would be too distracted by my mind. I gave it a shot, though, and I was right. I rubbed his back for 2 hours thinking so many things. The most profound things I will mention here, because they are the only ones I can remember at this time. At one point as I was rubbing his back, I saw this image where my fingertips were attached to individual ball bearings, and his back was this contoured wall made up of these octagonal gear-like metal blocks all placed tightly together, and the ball bearings on my finger tips would run over these blocks as I moved my hand, and the blocks would react to the bearings moving in and out of the wall. Meanwhile I heard a clicking noise that reminded me of an abacus that the blocks made as the bearings touched them. Then for some reason I saw a soft plastic brown castle built into a Rocky Mountain cliff, and I told myself that the castle is built into THE mountain instead of saying A mountain, somehow understanding what mountain it was. Then I had this thought that my body was just a continuance. My mind and soul was just occupied by this temporary body,which would die eventually and be replaced by another body, and my mind and soul would continue on forever. At this point I saw a steel, bolted wall with a box mounted to it by a long metal rod causing it to protrude a few feet from the wall. I understood that the box represented my mind/soul. There was a machine that moved up to the box holding a horizontal human body by the top of the head. It brought the body up and attached it to the box, it remained there for only a moment before it was detached and moved off as another body was brought up to replace the first one. One body after another kept replacing the one before it. This kept on for a few moments. But the most profound thing that happened during this time was a flash back memory of when I was only a year and a half to 2 years old! I had obviously forgotten this until then, as I was too young to remember that far back, but I remembered it then and remember it now. There was this book that was at my grandmother's house that was my favorite book. It was a small board book that was called the ten little Indians or the little counting Indians, i think, and the pictures were photographs of clay made Indians wearing cloth-made clothing and everything around them, tepees, campfire, canoe etc. were all made of cloth or clay, and there were 3D holographic numbers on the pages that were colorful. I distinctly remember this book, now, and remember this being my favorite book to look at when I was at my grandmother's house. I don't know how this memory was triggered from when I was so young, but it happened and now I won't forget that. The rest of everything is kind of foggy because I was trying so hard to fall asleep, but I do know I was awake and tripping pretty hard until 3am or so. I finally fell asleep for that last hour and a half before I had to get up. When I woke up I had come down for the most part, but I was still seeing images a bit, and my vision was still crystal clear. That lasted for about half an hour before I finally came down completely. I didn't feel sleep deprived, though, and felt good through most of the work day. I was unusually quiet, though, because I had so much to process. I had tripped for 15 hours!! I didn't even know that was a possibility. Not only was it a 15 hour trip, but it was also what I think was a level 5. I'm still processing everything even now, because there was so much, it was so intense, and for so long. Plus I now know that I'm not immune to the magical world that mushrooms can open you up to, and I believe it to be a wonderful, life changing, healing tool for your mental well being. I do recognize though, that it isn't for everyone, and they definitely are something to be respected and their magic is not to be abused. No matter how many more experiences I have after this, this particular experience is the one that I feel has opened my mind to so many things, answered questions, changed my life and will stick with me for as long as I remain on this planet. I didn't know that something so small could be so big and make such an impact on me. I'm sorry this is so lengthy, but for those of you who had the patience to stick with it and read this, I appreciate your time. Thank you for reading! -------------------- Tattooing is my hobby, my snakes are my life! Snakes are such amazing, fascinating & GREATLY misunderstood creatures! "You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with....a HERRING!!" Every day is a good day for a motorcycle ride. ![]()
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ANIMALS (the RAINBOW SERPENT) Registered: 11/12/11 Posts: 26,370 Loc: Boston |
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I got a headache just scrolling down to the reply feature
-------------------- Something there is mysteriously formed, Existing before Heaven and Earth, Silent, still, standing alone, unchanging, All-pervading, unfailing, I do not know its name; I call it tao. If forced to give it a name, I call it Great (ta). Being great, it flows out; Flowing out means far-reaching; Being far-reaching, it is said to return. It's just a shot away..
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Cultivator/hunter Registered: 07/10/13 Posts: 175 Loc: Augusta Georgia, Last seen: 1 year, 6 months |
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That's why I put a long read warning in the subject area
-------------------- Tattooing is my hobby, my snakes are my life! Snakes are such amazing, fascinating & GREATLY misunderstood creatures! "You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with....a HERRING!!" Every day is a good day for a motorcycle ride. ![]()
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Nutritional Yeast Registered: 03/28/15 Posts: 15,622 Last seen: 1 month, 29 days |
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I would like to read that, but there's just no way, space that thang out son.
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Back to the basics Registered: 05/26/14 Posts: 4,565 Last seen: 3 years, 10 days |
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Great trip report, I would say a level 4 more than level 5, because a level 5 is complete separation from reality. But I'm glad you actually tripped this time!
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Back to the basics Registered: 05/26/14 Posts: 4,565 Last seen: 3 years, 10 days |
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Quote: It's hella long, but there. --------------------
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newbie Registered: 04/20/03 Posts: 4,497 Last seen: 8 years, 4 months |
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Man I wanted to read that but I am tripping now and cannot manage that wall of text. Can you maybe double space it?
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psychonautic Registered: 02/04/15 Posts: 2,531 Loc: Cascades! Last seen: 8 months, 16 days |
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Jeez....
-------------------- ....."So Great!"....-Me on 1.5mg LSD ...."We don't need this" -Larkin in response to my "just picked wild LSD!" post
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