Finally decided to try some shrooms i had been keeping, long holiday weekend, steak dinner, six pack seemed a good time to cap the evening with something else.
Ive been lurking around here on how to take them amd had made some chocolate rounds a couple of weeks ago. 1/8th into two pieces. I cleaned the bowl and utensil that night and had a nice euphoric warmth, but nothing compared to last night.
Silly me i at them both because i got into into my head that it wasnt working. It came up slow and just slipped in, i was lying down watching "banshee"...then it seemed some shadows cast by the hand rail didnt look quite right, couldnt put my finger on it. I got.startled by my wife banging around up stairs(she didnt know what i had done), better to be alone during this or so i thought.
I returned to my couch wrapped in a blanket...started thinking about my past(depression/anxiety...been in therapy for years).
Feelings were coming up and intensifying, bad things sad things....like a geyser that suddenly got squeezed off, and they were dissipating. Both crying and happy now, crying gave way. I was trying to remember the day, thinking i need to catch up on work , trying to recall my therapy sessions.
All this intermingled with visuals when i opened my eyes, the wood grain on my floor came alive inky amd pulsing, i could almost see a form..a demon, a humanoid form, black and brown, faces and cragly things looking like fingers ot seemed the shine was a sheet of glass and there was something alive underneath it. I started to walk around, trying to stair into the floor through the glass, on my hands amd knees nose pressed against it. It seemed i could see more if i treat it like a optical illusion like one of those pictures where you have to look at it just right to see the image. I pulled back from it and my floor was alive with movement, the wavy floor felt like a hill....exploring more i didnt want my wife to find me like this but started walking around the house, note to self stay away from the knife drawer and stove. I couldnt feel pain but i knew it was bad if i started to see blood, i put it away a distant voice was telling me that wasnt a good idea. Especially when instarted to smell burnt hair, i returned to my safe place(couch and blanket).
I tried thinking of my therapy sessions again but couldnt find any substance, i was in therapy for over 5 years weekly. I knew i was sad about something but couldnt remember, think about work and crushing deadlines...nope...i started repeating, whats important?..over and over again to jog the memories loose but nothing came the sadness, the never ending work didnt matter...ended up sitting up just watching the world under my floor widening focus.
The tv was interesting during the credits, otherwise normal characters looked pixelated...i could feel the theme song and graphics, it felt happy(at that time). I started to think more, i was feeling happy and warm thinking about someone from my past, though i felt nothing thinking of my wife.
Continuing to explore, brick and mortar started to move, like a foam, tiles...dont look at the knife again...stainless steel..should i go outside? Not a good idea, something said.
I returned to my couch and just sat and experienced not feeling sad and trying to understand why i had been for so long, feeling content exactly where i was. It felt like i could fight it some, look at the clock...it didnt like that, is my wife going to wake up, it became hard to stay in the moment. About this time banshee episodes were getting violent and sex filled, season 3 more so. Its like a could see each frame instop motion, i quit when i saw someone get their throat ripped out.
Time for bed and something relaxing, i could feel slight heart burn and a rumbling in me, took some preemptive toilet visits so i doint soil myself for not recognizing the need.
I was coming down, starting to feel my old self but also my senses were screwy i started to get panicky testing reality...put on some classical music but the volume didnt seem right, i dint want to blast it so i made sure to lower the volume bars as i couldnt trust my ears, the room itself looked sterile like i was in another dimension, it loomed flat, it was unsettling me. I slept in a different room so i just tried to tuck in and focus on the music, telling myself it would be almost over but starting to freak out that i would be out of phase with everyone forever.
All in all...happy, scary, curious...i think id go again, i really liked forgetting why i was sad, felt like there were secrets and mysteries go discover.
How do you come down softly? That last hour or 2 was tough.
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Kennrhu said: ....How do you come down softly? That last hour or 2 was tough.
What was so tough about it?
Psychedelics never give me a "tough" or "rough" come down, when I think of a rough or tough comedown I think of things like meth, or cocaine, or mdma, stimulants in general (and even those things rarely give me much of a bad or rough comedown)
In fact...the comedown & after glow phase of a trip is one of my favorite portions of the experience, I usually feel blissed out, tranquil, uplifted, the epitome of being "at ease", and having a clear head once again but with enhanced cognition.
The only time I have anything close to a "tough" comedown from any psychedelic is occasionally on LSD, and it's not even to the point I'd call it tough or rough....it's just the feeling of being tired, a bit drained mentally but still having a lingering stimulation/feeling wired so it's hard to drift off into sleep....in which case, smoking cannabis/hash, eating a big hearty meal, and taking a hot shower or bath is my favorite way to soothe the end of a long acid trip (occasionally a beer or two, though I'm not much of a drinker).
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