Hello friends,
This trip started out yesterday morning after picking more than 2oz of dried Panaeolus Cyanescens over the past 2 weeks...
Made up 1.7g in tea and added some chamomile & honey to help reduce the astringent taste a bit, still tasted pretty bad but all good things come with a price . Gulped that down like a madman at 9.45am, sat down in the cozy environment I had prepared in my lounge, and meditated as I awaited the roaring experience I knew I was in for.
The come up was pretty uncomforatable, a bit of stomach discomfort but I knew it would pass. I was slowly become numb and soon I had no awareness of my existing body (Pan Cyan's have an awesome body load much like woodlover species). As I lay there with my eyes closed I had deep thoughts of what it is to exist, who 'I' am outside of form and the physical world. What the fuck even is consciousness man... Often through-out my trips I go searching for meaning, but I repeatedly caught myself doing this and told myself to just let it be.
Even though my eyes were closed, I was still using them if that makes sense. I told myself to stop looking through your eyes and see what happens and oh my, shit got trippy. I lost all connection with reality, time became invalid and my conscience, in a state of complete unawareness, merely existed in a void of space. I remember thinking I had stopped breathing, resulting in instantaneous death (though it wasn't really the concept of dead, rather I stopped existing). Words can't describe the sensation. I wasn't scared, there was no emotion.
At some point I think I took a big breath and all of a sudden was blasted back to reality at mach 10, and my eyes were open. This really disoriented me, and I wanted to get back to where I had just been. Quickly decided to roll (this was a mission) and smoke a joint, and after took 2 hand fulls of dried shroomies with some peanut butter which was probably about 2g+-.
My memory is a bit shot after this, I do remember my vision was completely fucked and everything melted together in weird, distorted patterns. I floored myself and lay like a potato for another long time. I was never able to get back to where I was, but I saw some crazy open eyed visuals that I can't remember/explain.
Eventually I came to around 2pm and started coming down hard, still tripping balls and thinking about how meaningless my life was, bit of an existential crisis. Got pretty suicidal there for a bit, but looking back it was rather insightful and am grateful for every second of that trip. My advice to you is let what will happen, happen. Do not expect things, and you will find yourself content with the experience you have had.
That's all folks, moral of the story- eat mushrooms, see the world.
-------------------- When in doubt - Bod's Repository
Edited by bertblack (02/09/20 06:15 PM)
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