AuroraBorealis88 said:

Yes I love the mindfuck. Something about it reminds me what it is to be human and to have sanity.

Nothing makes sense at all and I think there's great value in experiencing that for a few hours.

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The general insanity does appeal to me, I must admit.

I'm interested in what people actually mean by "mindfuck", it's a useful catch-all term that I use myself, but there are quite a few different ways in which mushrooms mindfuck you....

Firstly I think there's the sheer element of random surprise from the thoughts you start having and the things you start seeing. Why am I seeing a chinese man smoking a pipe when I close my eyes? Why am I thinking about giant barracudas?

Then there's the way your thoughts start to speed up and go off at random tangents. You're sat there quietly enjoying the start of a gentle trip, and the next thing you know you've developed an idea for a cinema on board a B2 bomber in which people will consume psilocybin, and you're wondering if you can sell the plans to the CIA, and then you realize that its a completely fucking insane idea that makes no sense whatsoever.



There's the multifarious aspects of thought disorder where your thoughts derail and take on their own twisted logic:

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Everything is turning into everything else and when even your syntax is turning into a purple beeswax gibbering zombie with mumbling gibberish here we are again Susan who taught you to think?

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Then there's the sheer mind-numbing confusion that makes it difficult to sit still and think and remember what it was that you intended to do before you started thinking about something totally unrelated. I wanted to go to the kitchen to get some water. No matter how long it takes, no matter what endless whirlpools my thoughts get caught up in, I will get there eventually. Maybe.

There's the thought loops when you find yourself thinking the same thing over and over. And also the thought loops when you find yourself thinking the same thing over and over. And also the thought loops when you find yourself thinking the same thing over and over.....



And just when you reach that moment of clarity, when all the disordered thoughts suddenly coalesce into a sudden revelation of astonishing importance .... the mindfuck isn't over. It's only just started. Only now you're delusional. They are after you. They know you are here. It's not just the trip you have to contend with, its the aliens you know are in there with it. Damn them! Damn them all with their insane, inhuman enslavement and total dedication to the annihilation of reality. What are they so angry about? Why do they always turn up when you take a ferocious quantity of hallucinogenic drugs? What do they want?



And then there's the sheer pulverizing, churning intensity of it all as the trip really gets going, the writhing inferno of fluorescent death. Don't even bother trying to think. You are going to die in here over and over again. Why did you take this much anyway? What happened to the Chinese guy and the giant barracudas? You say you'll take less next time, but you never do.



And after the storm has passed.... the transcendent revelations of amazing importance. You have become God! You have discovered all the secrets of the universe! It's all so fucking amazing! What were those secrets again? No, don't start trying to think about all that stuff, we'll be here for hours. Endless hours lost in an even bigger mindfuck trying to piece it all together again....

I have a relic from one of my trips which is a napkin or some scrap of of paper with a dot drawn on it in biro, and an arrow pointing to it. It says simply

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All the answers are here. If you can't find here, then you are fucked

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Mindfucked again! But of course it's half the fun. Although my trips sometimes feel like an elaborate trick I am playing on myself....