Please, help me. My highest wish at this moment is that I could get Mushroom Johns phone number, for the future - just in case. Trust me, John - I would never call and bother you. Unless it was a medical and physical situation having to deal with mushrooms.
No, I would never call about a "bad trip". I would never call just to talk. I would never bother you.
But - you are the #1 man I trust in this world for this topic. Your medical knowledge and experience combined make you my sage. Especially on this. Here we go, here's what happened:
(Background info - I'm a VERY experienced "traveler". LSD, over 300 times easily. Shrooms, maybe only about 100 times.)
Ok, it happened last week. I started eating mushrooms like crazy. I also ate one peyote button(but it takes 4 to trip). When I got to the point where all the colors were dancing around me, and the trees were rolling - I ate a bunch more. I was really looking to break through the binds of reality. And what happened I cannot explain. I hope John or someone else can...
I ate so much and went so far that I was able to dissasmble myself as a human and put myself back together the right way. I used to be a very angry and aggressive man. I now feel like a gentler being. That aside, when the "extra" handful of shrooms started kicking in something wierd happened.
I made myself grow.
In reality, not in my head. How it happened: I looked at my hand, and thought about how I'm a small guy(ring size 7, the girls at the store even commented that my finger is small - boo). So, I thought to myself - let's get bigger.
And it worked. My hand started growing. I had to take my ring off quickly, because it was like my hand was inflating. Fingers, thumb, and now the arm. I get real happy at this point, and start working on the rest of my body. My arms are getting big, my hands look like hands of an ogre. I am turning myself into the incredible hulk.
And then it hits me. Oh no. What if I don't balance the growth, and end up deformed? What if my hands and arms stay this way? I'll look like a freak! So, I wake up my wife.
She has been sleeping only for about 30 minutes. She's been sober the whole time, not taking any shrooms(she's not into it like I am). And, as I wake up my sober wife - I tell her "Honey, don't panic - but something is happening".
When she got up and looked at my hand - I knew it was no longer only in my head. At that moment, the look on her face told me this is real. She starts freaking out.
I put my hands and arms under cold water(thinking cold shrinks things). Didn't work.
I'm deformed here. And she is confirming with her SOBER eyes that my arms and hands have doubled in size.
Like I said, I'm VERY experienced and never panic. I am always cool and composed. This is no exception, only that I am havig a hard time figuring out what is happening here. Did I really break through and grow myself with my mind? Am I overdosing? What if?
I can't call 911, can't call a doctor(can't trust anyone).
I WISH I HAD MUSHROOM JOHN'S NUMBER!! (Again, I would never call about any bad trips or the such, only when an incredible breakthrough happens in the real physical world that can be confirmed, either by photo or sober witness accounts).
So - back to the story. I tell the wife to jump onto shroomery.org(here). She's trying to get on, but my pc was busted so we're using a different one and I don't remember my password. Crap.
Now - I look at her. And I almost shit my pants. As I'm looking at her - SHE starts growing. Oh boy. Now, I'm inflating her??? No way. Me swelling is one thing(I've taken drugs) - but for her to swell would leave no rational explaination. Therefore I did not mention it to her, I did not want her to confirm it. I feared hearing a confirmation of it. So I said nothing of it and to this day I do not know whether or not HER GROWING was real or not. All I can confirm for sure is that I grew.
We talked about how wonderful it would be if only we could ask Mushroom John for his advice. Should I be trying to throw up? Take some type of drug or drink or something? What to do? Concerned over a possible overdose, and with nobody to turn to for help - I had to use my judgement and take a stab at the fact that I should perhaps try to throw up. So, I down 3 eggs and barf in the sink.
Now then, still wanting someone to talk to, we finally get a hold of my buddy Jeff. Long time friend and fellow tripper(we've done acid together over 200 times - yes he was my main wingman through my growing up years). Jeff talks my wife into calming down(something that I really needed her to do). Funny it is - that I was more calm than she was - ha ha. Talk about self control...
Anyway - Jeff said that perhaps I had broken through to a place where my mind can manifest and bend reality. He told me to reverse it, using my mind. He told me I had to the power to make it happen, and I had the power to undo it. He was right.
I lay in bed with my wife, and put my thoughts to focus on reversing everything. Sure enough - 30 minutes later I was able to put my ring back on. GOD BLESS IT!!! It worked. I shrunk back to my normal size.
And I woke up the next day - HAPPY with myself the way I am. So - I'm a skinny guy - so what! I accept it. I love myself just the way I am.
I need to hear what you all think of this.
Did I break through? Was it an overdose? Was it a reaction?
And, of course, at this time I would like to respectfully ask Mr Mushroom John for this contact number. Again, I PROMISE never to call you sir. I would never call, unless you give me persmission to call ONLY when something like this(something physical and real happens, confirm by photo or sober witness - to ensure you don't deal with stupid trippers calling you when it's just in their head!)
I'm just thinking - what if I was about to overdose, and what if John would have had advice that would have saved my life?
It is only for that reason alone that I ask, beg, you for your number. 99% is that you will never hear from me, God willing. But - just in case - I would love to have someone I can trust that won't involve cops.
Additionally, I would like to ask that if you, or anyone finds this sort of this interesting (when measurable changes occur in the environment stimulated by a psychedelic experience) - and perhaps would like to hear from during a mind blowing event.
I can't help but think that if I would have called you - you would have had the presence of mind to tell me to take a picure of my hands, etc - to document this for research. Alas - the wife and I never thought of taking a picture, and are now left with nothing more than her sober recollection, and my infulenced one.
God bless you good children. Please help Grizzy to try and understand what happened. Should I be concerned over taking too much in the future? Was this just a quirk? Has it happened before?
Thank you.
P.S.: My PC has been busted for 2 weeks, just incase anyone has tried to get a hold of me...that's why. Oh, and the trip to Texas for peyote took a week out, too.
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Edited by Grizzy (10/28/08 11:05 PM)
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