Murkabm said:

Anyone else agree? If you have an open mind and want to learn..then shrooms will teach and heal you .. Close minded peoplewill have a bad trip because the things they see and experience are very real.anyone else agree ?

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Love_spirit said:

At a regular dose I cant really cant call any of my trips bad.
Only time it teetered into bad trip territory is intentional massive overdose and aborting the trip with other drugs. come to think of it only real bad trip is when you end up in cuffs.

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PrimalSoup said:

No.  More like complete unending existential dread, often with no specific cause discernible.  Possibly it's a basic prototypical mammalian condition amplified by the drugs.  Typified by feeling there's no hope of release....

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While I haven't had a trip that was like ^that^ through out the entire experience....I most definitely know how that goes . Mushrooms in particular bring up that theme for me more so than LSD, and it's typical for me to go through a little bit of those feels during the come up of a strong mushroom trip.

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IME negative trips show up about the time you start feeling you've got all this tripping stuff figured out. 

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...I can concur with that somewhat. My only "bad trip" and my most difficult/uncomfortable times with psychedelics didn't occur until after 9+ years and 100+ trips .

Atlantis Reaction said:

What is classified as a bad trip anyway? like a sad not fun trip?

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A huge variety of catalysts & reasons can bring about a "bad trip".


Simply being too high....being in a setting that's uncomfortable...existential dread....paranoid thoughts...feeling the the pain and suffering of the world...Having negative repressed memories and experiences start to bubble up to the surface...Recalling or experiencing traumatic/repressed memories all over again....The classic "I'm dying" freak out....etc etc etc....all sorts of things can make a trip really really unpleasant.



Like simply being too high for the setting.....Years ago a friend of mine took 3 doses of L while we were at this underground party (I took 1 that night and was super high). Long story short, they were some incredibly potent tabs and the setting was overly stimulating (massive sound system, lots of deep red colored lights, lots of people dancing, it was hot & humid, so humid that there was condensation "raining" down from the ceiling so everyone was soaking wet)..It was one big hot mess lol.....It was basically excruciating torture for my friend, perpetual sensory overload, he couldn't talk, he couldn't do much of anything, he barely held it together and I basically played baby sitter and followed him around all night because he was on the verge of running out of the place (and this party was in an industrial/shady part of San Francisco, so not the area to be running around with a gourd full of LSD at 3am).

The experience was so stressful and hectic for him that it left him out of sorts a bit for a couple months after.





My only "bad trip"......I've always sailed quite smoothly and keep a level-sensible head when the going gets weird. But that all went out the window for me one night.

It was brought about by a single thought. The thought was something along the lines of "What if I was seen picking the mushrooms earlier today" , then from there paranoid thoughts started to spiral out of control.

I picked some mushrooms from some patches in my town one day but they were all in very open public places, one of them was in the landscaping of a bank. Later that night I took about 2g of allenii in tea.

2 to 3 hours after drinking the tea the thought of getting caught up with what I had came about (several ounces dry, and a few pieces of cardboard spawn). This thought quickly started to fester and spiral out of control. My "level headed-ness" went out the window, paranoid thoughts & imagery started to manifest only reinforcing this thought & feeling that I had been seen picking the mushrooms and a search warrant on my place was likely inevitable .


As this worry, fear, and paranoia blossomed I started to feel very hot....a hot & itchy, pins & needles dysphoric feeling swept across my body, inside and out. I soon tore all my clothes off and was pacing around bare ass naked in my room, pulling my hair about every which way.


After about a minute of being stuck in the state of "I'm fucked, I'm absolutely fucked" , I changed modes into "No, I'm not going to let this happen". I got a trash bag and immediately began to throw away the cardboard spawn I had going, and some mushrooms I had drying at the time. (my dry mushrooms was the next thing I was going to grab, and it was going down the toilet). Once everything was in the bag I put on some shorts (fortunately I remembered to put at least one piece of clothing back on) and darted out the front door....Now mind you it's about 3am & 25 degrees or so outside and all I have on is a pair of swimming trunks...no boxers, no shoes, no shirt....along with some crazed saucer eyes.


I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do with the bag I had in hand , I just wanted to get rid of it and out of my possession ASAP . I made it to the center-line of the road in front of my place, looked left, looked right....at this point a little bit of sense & clarity of mind came through and said "This is how you're going to get caught, get the fuck back inside the house now" .


I ran back into the house with the bag still in hand, still chock full of fear and panic. There were brief moments where I could see how ridiculous I was acting and have some clarity, but the fear kept engulfing me....I desperately needed to talk to someone about the situation I was in. I repeatedly tried calling the only friend I knew I could talk to about what was happening, no answer.



I lived with my sister & her BF at the time and made the decision to knock on her door. Straight away I told her I was on mushrooms and tried to explain to her that I needed her BF to give me a ride to a trash can so I could get rid of what I had . She's not experienced with psychedelics what so ever and didn't really understand the seriousness of what "I" was going through , and probably a bit annoyed that I was waking her up at 3am for such a thing . But she was patient and as understanding as she could be I guess lol. She explained that it would be very sketchy to drive around and dump something like that somewhere in the middle of the night, I understood her point and agreed.


...Around this point of talking to my sister, I start to come down and realized the absurdity of how I was acting, though still filled with fright and not knowing what to do with my self. I apologized to her, told her I was coming down and that we could resolve this in the morning, and I was going to try to chill out & calm my self.


Shortly after this my friend called me back...I spoke to him for a few minutes explaining the whole ordeal, there was still quite a lot of lingering anxiety and fear but the "panic" had subsided. Just talking to someone helped tremendously, I was already laughing at my self but still stressed the fuck out in a way that I've never felt before.


I spent the next couple hours coming down, going inward trying to create and nestle up in a calm & cozy internal space.


The entire experience was very humbling in a way, to say the least. Like mentioned, I've always remained cool & level headed during all my previous experiences with psychedelics....What triggered this little freak out for me was that I rarely have anything in my possession other than a gram or two of pot, and if I do have something other than pot it's a mere dose or two worth.....so I've never had any worries about getting caught up with possession of something that could actually put me behind bars.

Potentially being seen and ID'd as the one picking the mushrooms and having some "weight" on me for the first time ever planted the thought of getting caught up and put behind bars (literally my biggest fear)...and it all spiraled out of control from there. For the next couple weeks after I was a bit rattled from the fear and anxiety I went through that night, but it's made me even more wise & careful about these sorts of things.








-OM


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openmind said:

While I haven't had a trip that was like ^that^ through out the entire experience....I most definitely know how that goes

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I haven't had a trip that was like that continuously either - but for short periods those feelings can be overwhelming.  Most often it flip over entirely into the exact opposite and stays there. 

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It was brought about by a single thought. The thought was something along the lines of "What if I was seen picking the mushrooms earlier today" , then from there paranoid thoughts started to spiral out of control.

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  It should be a f'ing t-shirt.  This points out the importance of full legalization as well. 

PrimalSoup said:

Atlantis Reaction said:

What is classified as a bad trip anyway? like a sad not fun trip?

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No.  More like complete unending existential dread, often with no specific cause discernible.  Possibly it's a basic prototypical mammalian condition amplified by the drugs.  Typified by feeling there's no hope of release, so basically infinite regression into total blackness.  Not much fun if it happens, and it will happen if you trip enough.  But you can learn from it just like from any other trip, and of course it does pass eventually.

IME negative trips show up about the time you start feeling you've got all this tripping stuff figured out. 

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Chelonia said:

Thank you for the answer - it gives me hope that this isn’t permanent. I’m sure it was a combo of the mushrooms and stuff inside of me, but it didn’t feel therapeutic at all. It felt like hell!  Anyway, I appreciate your response.

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Northerner said:

Going back to alcohol is nothing to do with wisdom, it's about understanding the psychological mechanism of addiction. Once you realize which parts of your thoughts are addiction and which parts are you it's easy to separate and dismiss the addiction.

And...

Difficult trips will happen if you take psychedelics regularly. There is no escaping that. It's not a world of rainbows and marshmallows, it's mirror of our cognition. For example, if we didn't get a good night sleep the night before, ate a meal that didn't really agree with us at lunch, were maybe exposed to a virus that our body is fighting off but don't really feel, but generally we we to feel okay... then we take psychedelics, it can bring all of this minor stuff that's not really identifiable to a great big sort of existential crisis. All the little things just make it a damned nightmare. Fear and dread can kick in, but it's hard to identify why or what is going on. Sooner or later we get a rough one.

I've tripped 100's, maybe 1000's of times, and it still happens from time to time. I just ride it out, don't freak out, chalk it up to experience. Even scary trips are kinda curious if you've been there before and don't let it take over your emotions.

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wolf8312 said:

Where is Primal Soup these days? Is he okay?

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