I have read very few trip reports in my life. Maybe 10, all of those roughly a year ago (on Erowid) when I started reading about mush cutl. The good ones, well, I thought for sure were a bunch of bullshit made up by people in need of attention. I was wrong. And I knew it - it was hidden very far in my mind. I'm about to remember, but I don't know that yet
DisclaimerThis report is crude, very explicit and contains sexual content. It's described as accurately as I could, the best I could the way I experienced it.
If you are one to judge, kindly fuck off and go read something else.
The timeline description very quickly becomes fucking horrible because, well, you're just about to read why.
This trip experience took place in 2 phases. Phase 1 was 2.5g, and phase 2 was and extra 5g as soon as phase 1 started fading. The first phase will be described very briefly because it's boring to read and what I want to share happened during the second phase anyways.
While reading this, keep in mind that I am very sensitive to mushrooms and go places really far with only 2-3g
IntroIt's Sunday afternoon around 3pm. My long time friend (let's call him S.), will arrive at my house in a few minutes, exactly as planned. Yesterday, over the phone, we decided that today we would do mushrooms together. I am thrilled to be about to share this with such a good and close friend. I am also a bit anxious for many reasons: I usually trip alone. We haven't talked much over the last year and we didn't do psychedelics together in 20 years. I also haven't had a high dose for nearly 25 years. I usually stick to under 3.5g, but I know this probably ain't happening today, knowing my friend so well. At the same time, I'm pretty fucking excited about what may be about to happen.
Phase 1S. just arrived. I greet him, chat for 2-3 minutes and go fetch the mushrooms jar. S. tells me he'd rather wait after dinner because he didn't have lunch today. I tell him I didn't either, and I'd rather not wait because I work tomorrow. He winks at me. It's on. I quickly make tea with 5g. I split that in 2 cups (so 2.5g worth of tea each), we cheer and chug. We decided to watch a movie on Netflix.
15 minutes in. We both can already feel it. It's coming, and fast. We are now 30 minutes in and we now both have a 25/20 vision in ultra 8k HD. The colors (not only on the TV but literally everywhere) are amazing. Things are breathing. We laugh a lot watching that stupid movie with the worst special effects. I'm glad I'm trippin cuz that movie would suck balls. I can't really grasp the story and I'm not interested - I'm just trippin. Meanwhile S. seems to understand what's happening in the movie more than I do. I want to go outside in the forest but S. is kinda scared of the trees right now. I go have a quick look from my patio, get some fresh air and get back inside. The movie is finally over. We are 2.5 hours in. We discuss like "almost normal human beings" for a little while. Sadly, all them colors are already starting to fade.
S. asks me to grab more shrooms. I'm still trippin. Do I want more shrooms? I work tomorrow. I ignore his request. I hate the idea of cooking tea while tripping - it seem so fucking complicated. Fuck it, that's straight up a rocket science project. We keep chatting. A few minutes later, he tells me he'd really like to have more and that he's hungry. You win friend. Let's do it. Let's fucking go all in like when we were kids. I order us some food (takes me forever to comprehend how to dial and when I finally manage to do it, placing the order is ridiculously funny and complicated). I keep bursting in laughter but managed to get myself understood, somehow. I can't even think about eating at this moment but hey, I'll be here if I need food at some point.
I cook some more tea, this time with 10g (we are still tripping from the first tea). Split in 2 cup. Ding. Delivery dude is here. S. quickly eats a gyro. We both chug our teas.
Phase 2There will be very little conversation during this phase. I will not attempt to describe S.'s experience because I can barely describe mine.FUCK FUCK FUCK. What are we going to do? We don't want to watch another movie!!!! We decide to cast some psychedelic music on the living room TV. We don't agree on what to watch/listen to. FUCK. Fast, this is gonna kick in any moment now and we know it all too well. I haven't had any food since this morning. S. wants to go for something with extremely fast moving trippy fractals and patterns while I'd like something less visually intense. We finally agree. Finally, something we both like (I have not watched/listened to this since the trip, so besides the first 1 minute of it, I have no idea what visuals and music are in there):
10-15 minutes after the second tea: we kick back and get comfortable on my L shaped couch, having each our segment of it and our semi-private tripping spaces. We look at each other and tell each other how we can already feel it.
<20 minutes in.
END OF THE TIMELINE. I lay down on my side of the couch. I wave my hands in the air above me and can't count my fingers, there are too many. I can "touch" the air. I close my eye.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOf.
I am instantly transported in another dimension. I see fractals for the very first time (yet, I still think it's the 1st time at that moment, bare with me here). It's beautiful - it's not beautiful, it's spectacular. This HAS to be paradise (I do not believe in any religion). THIS IS PARADISE. So many things happening at the same time, but in absolute stillness. I cannot hear any music. I live the music. I am the music.
This is intense. This is something else. It's exciting. It's sexually exciting. FUCK! I teleport back to reality for a few seconds. My friend is only like 10 feet away from me. I can't let him see that enormous boner. I grab my blanket (we each had one on our sides of the couch) and try to cover myself. I'm pretty certain I miserably failed because I couldn't figure out how to use a blanket. FUCK IT - he's surely seen a dick before and he'll live past that. We've been friends forever so there won't be no shame nor embarrassment, I think to myself.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOfI'm right back where I was before that brief connection to reality. Holy fuck I'm excited, holy fuck I'm gonna come (if you are wondering, no I am not masturbating and no I am not touching myself in any way. At that point, I can't even tell if my eyes are open or closed).
WAIT! I know this place. I've been here before. My last high dose (which was LSD) at my after prom party.... 24 years ago. I'm here. I'm really here right now. The best night of my life. I remember now. I had sex on LSD with my girlfriend at the time and experienced a continuous orgasm for 5 hours straight. I see exactly what I saw at that moment, 24 years ago. But it's not happening in the past. It's not a memory. This is now. Then was now. This is not a memory. Time is not an illusion. All things are continuously happening at the same time (this makes absolute sense to me at that very moment. I understand what infinity means. I see. I am infinity. We are oneness.
I get a very quick glimpse at reality. I remember I have a body for a second. I quickly touch my dick to see if it's really hard or if it's just in my head. Definitely not in my head. I have a fucking tempered steel dick. Right before I'm sent straight back in paradise dimension, I hear S. say "this i better than heroine" (I do not know what he sees and feels at that moment, but I know neither of us even did heroin but I know he knows this is better). I tell him I agree. And just like that I'm gone again, back in paradise dimension.
I'm having sex. It's exactly like during that trip 24 years ago. I am not having sex with my girlfriend. I am having sex with the universe. I know why it's exactly like that after prom party. Because this is not a memory. This is happening now. That after prom trip is also happening now. We are one. I am infinity and I can travel through time because time is only an illusion.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm having a galactic orgasm . This is creation. And again, and again, infinitely. I am infinity. Quick reality check from my whole body having violent pusles, the exact pulses every man get in their dick when coming but throughout my whole body.
This has to stop. My friend is still nearby. Luckily he is also gone somewhere very far and I don't think he noticed anything.
The sexual transe vanish. It's over.I open my eyes. I see my living room but I don't. I don't know where I'm at and I don't care. At that point I'm laying face down on the couch, with my arms above my head.
My cat walks into the room. I see him. He's usually gray but now has an aura. It's a chameleon cat - he's purple one second, then green, then orange, etc. I see his aura I think. He's talking to me through all those colors and I understand what he's saying. He's dying and needs my help to pass away.
(Here you need to understand I have a very special relationship with my cat. He's traveled the country with me for the last 13 years, been on more flights than most humans. He's been my confident and my best friend since he was born. I love him with all my heart, just as much as I love my parents and siblings. Just so you can comprehend how much I love him, a couple years ago, I had a girlfriend dump me because she said it wasn't fair I took better care of him that her - I do not believe that was true she was a deeply emotionally damaged crazy bitch but you get the idea)
He slowing jumps on the couch, still slowly blinking with all those colors. He gently lays down over my arms like if he wanted me to hold him. I can't move. I don't remember I have a body. But I know what he needs and I will give him exactly that. I think my eyes are closed. But I see him. My being decomposes. I still see him. I can taste what he does taste in his own mouth (yeah, and old cat's mouth). I die. But I am with you my dear friend. Worry not. I have always been with you and will always be. You can pass now. We are together forever. We are one. There is no you, there is no me. We are oneness. I hate the idea of letting my cat die but I can accept it because I know we'll be together forever. We always have been.
(there is a blank in my memory at that point)
I hear a noise. I open my eyes. My cat is gone (and by gone I don't mean dead, I mean he is no longer lying on my arms and have left the room). I am in my living room. My friend is still there. He made that noise. He has removed that gold chain he has been wearing around his neck for as long as I can remember. The noise came from his chain hitting the floor. S. looks at me and says: "I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring you back from wherever you were, I just had to get rid of that fucking material bullshit around my next. I know exactly what he means. But I can't tell him because I do not remember how to talk. So I smile at him and I can see in his eyes that he understands me.
The couch does not feel right anymore. I lay down directly on the floor (more like crash on the floor because I have no balance and very little control of my body).
TO BE CONTINUED