This trip actually occured in late June and I am just now getting around to posting things here. I also feel it will be useful as there seems to be some experience growing Malabars but very few trip reports.
I have a fair bit of experience with psychedelics (1-p-LSD, ALD-52, 4-AcO-DMT, 4-AcO-MET, DXM), but had never tried real mushrooms before this trip. Honestly, if 4-AcO-DMT hadn't become so difficult to acquire, I probably would not have ventured into my own growing. I had been growing both Malabar and B+ and was very excited about how the trip would differ from the 4-AcO-DMT as I have understood that it is a close analog to Psilocube cubensis. My wife and I had two friends over who were just as excited as we were. All participants had significant experience with psychedelics. We had no idea whether my grow would be potent or not so we decided to go higher rather than lower and decided on 10.5g each. We divided up the doses in boiling water and let it steep for 15 minutes or so, then drank the tea and consumed the solids as well. I started to feel the psilocybin after about 30 minutes. The come-up was fast, but smooth. There was zero euphoria, which I always get on the come-up with 4-AcO-DMT. I remember wandering around into our basement and the visuals were lacy and flowery. They were primarily blue and purple. I went back outside and lay down. The body load was definitely significant, much more so than any other psychedelic I had done before. I remember asking myself if I had taken too much drug. The headspace was very muddy, and my fine motor skills were very poor, almost as if I was drunk. This again contrasted with all other psychedelics I had previously consumed, as my fine motor skills remain quite intact. The peak has very fuzzy memories. My brother gave me his water bottle at some point, telling me I should drink something. I responded, "What is water?" and dumped the bottle over my head. I went down to the stream behind our house and the forest floor looked like it was undulating under my feet. The leaves were moving so much that it seemed like everything was a visual (it probably was). At some point, I went inside and sat down near the bathroom window. I remember a feeling of "waking up" and slowly being vaguely aware of my consciousness. As I slowly became aware of who I was, a truck would drive by on the road. This happened a number of times and I imagine that the truck actually drove by the first time and the rest of the times were a hallucination (our road has very little traffic). I wondered if the rest of my existence would be this recurring "awakening". I decided this would be ok although I was not thrilled with the idea. At some point after this, I got very tired and got into bed for a while. Eventually, the body load started to wear off and I was vaguely aware of being hungry, so I came downstairs and ate. We regrouped and watched "Coco" and then went to bed. The trip itself could best be described as melancholy. There were periods of excitement punctuated by other long periods of melancholy headspace. I never felt like I was having a bad time, but my general mood was slightly depressed. All members of the group confirmed feeling similar. Looking back on the trip, I remember it in a much more positive light, but there were certainly negative times, especially during the peak.
There is something super exciting about consuming your own mushrooms that you've grown yourself.
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