Hey y'all, I've been a lurker for years and thought I'd try and contribute to this astounding forum, this is both my first post, and my first trip report, so without further adieu -
A few months ago, I had the most intense experience yet with Subaeruginosa. I consumed 3 wet ounces in a lemon tea and 2 dried grams with peanut butter. What a ride... I know there is some stuff missing, but I'll recount what I can
I chopped up my 3 wet ounces (85g) and added it to a bottle, I then generously squirted Lemon juice all over them and filled with water until it was covering the shrooms a bit. I shook the bottle for 10 minutes on and off and put it in the fridge where it sat for about 4 hours til consumption. It tasted like dirty Lemon water
I put Dark Side Of The Moon on (I know, cliche), and sat with my brother, who had consumed 5 dried grams. But I'm sitting on a few pillows, starting to feel a bit off, and I look at the carpet, and I can see a clear Aztec type of pattern all through it. The light from the speakers was the only light on in the house, and it was blue, sooooooo blue. But it would start to turn green before pulsing back to blue, this went on for a while.
Im not sure how much time passed, but I stood up and had to steady myself, as my head felt like it kept going when I was standing, tracers were incredibly prevalent and walking around was a task and a half! I walked to the hallway which was very, very dark. It was as if I was getting CEVs with my eyes open, it appeared that tiny fluorescent worms were running up and down the faint outlines of the door frames and an empty box that held a flatscreen.
I was pretty thrilled and felt like a million bucks! The waves were building more rapidly and my brother was convinced he needed more, so he was smashing down the 2g dried shrooms and I'm standing in my hallway, getting this feeling that the mushrooms had a message for me, and I would get it shortly.
I walked into the kitchen and saw my brother eating another 2g, I thought to myself "that seems like a great idea" and ate 2 extra grams as well. I looked at the clock and lost it My god, it had only been 45 minutes!? I tell him we had consumed a LOT, and to be prepared for a great night, he laughed like a maniac (albeit, a happy maniac)
I told him about the dark hallway, and he agreed that the darkness would be fantastic. We stood in the hallway for what felt like a whole day (was probably only 10 minutes), marvelling at the visuals, though he felt he needed a ciggie so he very politely excused himself.
I don't know how much time had passed after that. I'm not sure how I was still standing. I was wrecked. I couldn't comprehend myself, an "I".
I held myself up in the hall with my arms as the waves grew, and grew, and grew. The space in front of me grew busy, with purple tendril like extensions stretching forever onward. As these tendrils took a more solid form, they began whirring, they were machinery with innumerable vivid colours, fractal machinery. I felt a presence above me, soothing me, keeping me focused on the experience. I became aware that what I was seeing was the machinery that keeps the universe in balance and in order, it was perfect, simple and yet so complex I would have no hope of sketching or recreating the machinery visually. I was in pure bliss.
The music had stopped playing for a while, there was an internal soundtrack that was like two pianos playing against each other to a bed of drums and strings that sounded as if the string section had stopped giving a damn about silly things like intonation and timing. It wasn't particularly tuneful, but it worked, it was the chaotic soundtrack equivalent to life. It was beautiful.
Things slowly started coming back to me, like the fact I was in my own house, was human, had a wife and how much we loved each other, that I was suddenly lying on my loungeroom floor, and that my brother hadn't returned from his cigarette in ages. But as I thought this, he reappeared, he had started hitting his peak and was silent apart from the occasional "whoa", I can respect that, I'm sure his peak on 7 dried grams of subs needed no words haha.
Some time went past and I announced my retreat to bed, and if he needed anything, not to hesitate to wake me.
For a few minutes in between consciousness and sleep, I had an unpleasant experience of my insides rotting away, then they would regrow from the compost inside my body, and rot all over again, but I eventually faded into a glorious deep sleep, oddly absent of dreams.
-------------------- I'm just pretending. I'm legit straight edge. The stuff I've pretended to do: Weed, Mushrooms (Psilocybe and A. Muscaria), HWBR, YOPO, Nos, Opium, Alcohol. The stuff I want to pretend to do: DMT, LSD, MDMA, Ketamine, Mescaline, Salvia Divinorum.
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