So last night around midnight I ate an eighth of shrooms. This was the first time I ate shrooms and the first time I had any kind of hallucinogen. The trip was far more powerful than anything I experienced or expected. I've grown a profound respect for shrooms. I documented the trip on my phone, so I will give a brief COHERENT description of my trip below and then copy & paste what I had typed while tripping. What I typed took over 2 hours to type due to getting side tracked or having complications.
In short: I ate an eighth of shrooms after smoking two herbal wraps in a parking lot. I forced myself to eat them (Mistake #1) when my body did not want to swallow them. I washed them down with OJ in hopes they'll break down faster. I got home in a few minutes, 30 minutes later I was hit with an INTENSE body high. I then passed out and woke up 2 hours later (2:30AM) in the most agonizing stomach pain ever. I felt like the shrooms were killing me. I forced myself to puke. I was hallucinating at this point. I saw shadows and a little girl, the person in the mirror terrified me (myself). Eventually after feeling like I was in hell I started to come down, but hit spikes where the body high and hallucinations would increase momentarily. Below is the raw documentation of my shroom trip. I began documenting after waking up with the unbearable stomach pains.
First Shroom Trip (Documented during just after the peak)
I'm so confused right now. How is it that we are terrified of death yet death is portrayed as a sweet release in most religions? Are we terrified of that release? At the fear of the unknown? Why is it that our bodies can no longer continue to contain our being yet we stay attached to them? Yearning to stay alive. It's so twisted, so dark and twisted and I will never understand. Is it God? Is there some supreme being who manifested us so that he has a toy to pry? Or are we each our own universe? I understand we're designed to fail but I don't understand why we're designed this way. Is it torture? Is death just a human construct? Is there really anything to fear if we manage to reprogram our brains to accept death? I don't know why I'm writing this, I'm tripping but I also feel deranged. It's terrifying yet wonderful. I think I died and it was torture. Now am I reborn? Or am I facing another precipice? I've been watching a movie for the past 2 hours, I understand it all to the core yet at the same time I visually cannot keep up. I'm on a come down now, I miss the trip even though it was terrifying. What I saw in the mirror was the most frightening thing I've ever seen, and it was me. So what the hell does that mean huh? I must be the root to my own evil so how do I change that? How do I change the creature as a whole, not just from the inside? My brain is slowing down now. I think this revelation is ending in its climax, but it carries on as we carry on. There is a revelation inside us all, although we never feel it.
Now I've simmered down after some time. This trip was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I ate shrooms on an empty stomach while sleep deprived. The shrooms were the worst thing to get down ever, it felt like I was eating straight tree bark. I was also stupid stoned at this point and forced myself to eat them. I think that's where I went wrong. I forced myself to eat them not knowing what to expect and going against my body's own want to stop. I eventually fell asleep after an extremely intense body high overcame my entire physical being. I think this was a fast come up, but like all fast come ups there has to be a plateau or a short decline. I fell asleep and woke up 2 hours later with the worst stomach pain I could ever imagine. The shrooms were destroying my stomach. I tried to drink tea but the moment the sweet nectar of tea touched my tongue I was repulsive and refusing. I tried eating a ham sandwich but I gave most to the dog. He was incredibly happy. I still felt sick to hell. I think that was when I began to die, or had an ego death. The agonizing hell that I went through was so torturous. I felt all my demons and myself as a demon, a demon so confused I can't really comprehend it. Which would make sense right? I am a demon who wants to stay dark and twisted and suffer, yet I still yearn for the light and to be free and to feel happy. My body feels weird again. I think Im coming down faster now. I thought the trip was over but I still feel lingering in me. Shrooms are terrifying, absolutely terrifying but that's mainly because I constructed it to be this way foolishly. Next time I will be in a much happier place surrounded by happier things. I cant tell or even begin to describe the horror I went through. Fuck I got off track, I'm so sorry. As you know I woke up with a terrible feeling in my stomach along with total anxiety. I was hallucinating so bad, I've dreamt of this entire trip in my dreams before. I honestly foresaw this coming when I was in the parking lot before I ate the shrooms. I knew what was coming and went for it anyway. Ambition or foolishness? I need to stop typing before I get lost in my own mind. Back to the point. I saw horrid hallucinations. Faces in the shadows. Demons. A porcelain girl with black hair crying at the foot of my bed. She looked tiny. Or was I giant? The beast I saw in the mirror was so terrifying. I forced myself to throw up what little tea I drank in hopes to cure my stomach. It kind of helped. I've been crying on and off this whole trip in complete shock And awe and it's just unreal. It's beautiful yet terrifying. Life is a paradox that I'll never unravel. I can't wait to journey deeper in this complex mind of mine. I can't wait to see my expression when I read this sober. Once sober I will explain the trip entirely in order and coherently.
Short continuation: I went up to get tea and immediately knew the affects were lingering. My wall flag scared me. The shadows were scary. I felt watched. I was happy but with the complete utmost respect for shrooms. I felt like I was being followed closely by an overwhelming entity that terrified me. I felt this way for years now though, before I got into drugs. I've even talked to this entity when I was younger. But now it is more grown. It is hungry and it is chasing me. It's terrifying to say the least but it's so interesting to speculate the human mind. How it works, how all these events and dreams and things are interconnected. I'm thinking not of my own consciousness right now but of something greater. I am speaking as the Explorer and the All Knowing. This complexity of experience and knowledge baffles me. I could go on and on about it and I really want to, but that is insanity isn't it? Everything we know is an endless cycle. Something we cannot comprehend no matter how much I yearn.
End of Documentation
So what do you guys think of my trip? Although it was horrendous and I feel like I was in Hell, I do think I enjoyed it and learned from it.
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That's a nice report, your trip sounds intense!
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How is it that we are terrified of death yet death is portrayed as a sweet release in most religions? Are we terrified of that release? At the fear of the unknown? Why is it that our bodies can no longer continue to contain our being yet we stay attached to them? Yearning to stay alive
Within the trip I think both things are true - to let yourself "die" inside the trip really is a sweet release, but it can also be a terrifying experience to get to that point. It's like there is some kind of psychological process where you begin by feeling tethered to the physical, but then as the trip strengthens you begin to feel like your consciousness is the only real thing, which means at one level you don't fear death, but on the other you fear the extinction of your consciousness, like the trip can just obliterate you...
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It's terrifying yet wonderful. I think I died
It's an enigma.... a terrifying experience that you want to do again!
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I cant tell or even begin to describe the horror I went through......Shrooms are terrifying, absolutely terrifying
I think you don't really understand how intense a trip can get until it closes around you and eats you....
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A porcelain girl with black hair crying at the foot of my bed.
Something I've noticed is that I'll see people and faces (usually in my CEV) expressing emotions that I'm feeling during the trip. If the trip is really intense, it's like I'm seeing the faces of people, and the people in my hallucination are scared.... which worries me even more....what do they know that I don't 
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I felt like I was being followed closely by an overwhelming entity that terrified me.
That's a feeling I sometimes get on high-dose trips, that there is some overwhelmingly powerful entity inside the trip, and I'm heading for some kind of oblivion when it arrives...
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So what do you guys think of my trip?
I think you did a very good job of riding it out, especially if it was your first trip and you had the stomach pains aswell. Possibly making shroom tea might help with the nausea / stomach issues.
I think the important thing is that you've seen how intense and scary a trip can be, but at the same time how amazing the experience is. Actually you say something similar yourself:
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It's beautiful yet terrifying
If you can cope with that kind of trip and want to trip again, I'm sure you'll find the next one easier. You can try and do something practical to reduce the stomach effects, and obviously you can dial the dose back a bit if you want something less intense and more enjoyable.
Good times!
-------------------- I wrote that, but I meant something else
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