Auto-SummaryThe author recounts a transformative trip involving the use of semperviva mushrooms, which initially led to vivid visual experiences but later became less exciting. Despite respiratory issues, the author consumed space cookies and experienced a profound connection with a long-lost brother in a lush, exotic landscape. The trip included a dance session, during which the author alternated between self-reflection and ego control, ultimately finding a balance. The author also experienced panic when thinking about their mother's health, but was comforted by a feline companion. The experience concluded with a powerful dance session that saved the author from suffocating mucus buildup, leaving them feeling deeply satisfied and grateful for the psychedelic journey.
Trip report incoming:
A rather disappointing beginning, only to reveal itself as a genuine life-changing experience. When the dance of life lets you bask in it, you better put your soul into it. 
I took 2g of semperviva of a relatively old stash. The come-up promised a mighty trip. An abundance of mushroom cartoons flooded my mind at a fast pace and so I thought the adventure was about to begin. 
Alas, the visuals quickly came to a halt, and reflection settled in instead. Where is my mind going and who/what is driving it? An exercise I have performed several times during meditation, for sure, but never have I experienced this clarity and separation before. I sat there observing the thoughts unfold completely effortlessly for a while. The prospect of being a father in the near future then hit me, and all my insecurities along with it. Am I ready for this? Do I have it in me to work on my procrastination and avoidant personality issues? And then it occurred to me: I am extraordinarily strong-willed when the motivation is right, and what better motivation could I possibly come across than to raise a mini version of my favorite being in the whole world? Surely it will be fine. 
What was not fine, is that the trip lost all its splendor for some reason. 
Typically, in these situations, I resort to boosting with vaporized herb or harmalas. But I have been suffering from respiratory problems due to post-surgery reflux so that is out of the question. Wait, I baked some space cookies a while ago. How would that work? So I ate half a cookie. 
Fast forward 45 minutes and I feel a benevolent energy hit me and a taste of the magical headspace I associate with the semperviva settle in. The trip outlook just improved significantly, but what if I ate another whole cookie?  So I did. Half an hour later, I am transported to a place with lush nature and exotic birds flying around, and that’s when I see it spectacularly descending from the sky and look at me with a grin from ear to ear 
I was washed with the feeling of a lost friend you finally met after what felt like an eternity. Hello, my old brother, I have missed you so dearly. Please guide me through your well-crafted story, and allow me to experience it. My gratitude for what you permit me to feel and see is something I cannot pay for in a lifetime. But my life is at your mercy to reign, and you shall use it unconditionally to show your tale. Let’s dance my dear Semperviva. And let’s make it wild, please. And so it was. 
A potent cauldron brew was pouring through my headphones, with every sound materializing into vivid outer dimensions in my consciousness. While my mind was swirling deep in the cauldron, my body felt like it was missing out on the fun. So like a puppet being swayed by the moves of its master, my body started moving and so the dance began.  The deep connection I felt with my body only made the immersion in the landscapes flushing through my visual cortex feel all the more real. With every move, a peak into a different alien universe. 
And so, I kept dancing to the symphony of the psychedelic experience for hours on end. As I let the gentle creature guide me through every masterpiece move pushing the air through that room, I found myself with a warm feeling in my chest that part of it was my own doing. I used this card in the flirting game with the ego. I alternated between completely forgetting about the existence of an “I”, and teasing it when it was there calling for its attention. I would give the ego these little treats like one gently scratches the chin of a cute feline. The immersive tapestry of otherworldly sights painted my consciousness at the time. And yet, here I am rejoicing at the eternal dance between ego tango and its dissolution. 
At some point, my mother called me and I immediately thought something happened to my grandmother due to her current health condition. “Whatever is going on, there is nothing I will contribute in this state,” I thought. So I lay down trying to process the idea that I may lose someone who is like a mother to me. When panic ensued, my cutest little savior came to the rescue. When he jumped into the bed, I saw a grandiose furry dragon looking at me while three waterfall streams poured out of his mouth and a divine golden glow radiated from his body. 
My dear feline of pure fluffy heaven offered me his cloud of fur which I promptly hugged. The purring resonated throughout my entire existence. My anxiety was already beginning to dissipate. When I heard this symphony of the angels, the ever so nurturing vibration of his being, gently sing what I can only describe as the pure sound of an innocent child moaning, tears rolled down my eyes, and with them, the anxiety was finally washed away. And so, back to dancing, I went. 
A battle between my self-image and what the mirror showed humbled me. Convinced my dance was akin to an octopus, smoothly casting its majestic tentacles across the water in a mesmerizing manner, my jaw dropped when my reflection showed something more in line with a chicken chaotically and mindlessly jerking through space. My ego made its glorious comeback. Surely this is not what others see when I dance? 
So after careful inspection, I finally found the answer: the mirror is too small and I am trying to fit in it. I just need to get out of the box! So I moved 3 meters away and began my new test. Uh oh. There is no turning back. My self-awareness was now trying to convince me dancing was a bad idea. I mulled over the prospect of having to choose between not looking ridiculous, and the ecstasy of free expression. As the sound of psychedelic trance was infusing my mind with teleportation abilities, my body decided for me, and so I rocked the night away. Looking silly is a petty price to pay for pure joy and bliss. 
After hours of extravagant dancing, the weight of the space cookie started to settle in. “Let me lie down for a bit”, I thought. The imagery immediately crystallized into impossibly sharp visions and the immersion deepened. 
As astonishing as the experience was, a suffocating amount of mucus started to build up in my throat and sinuses. I swiftly got up, went to the toilet, tried to clear it with a saline nose spray, and gargled with baking soda water to neutralize the acid in my throat. At first, it seemed like the problem was solved. A few minutes later it spiralled down into hell. It felt like crystals were piercing from my nose into my lungs. I try to breathe but little air passes through so I start to suffocate. My vision starts narrowing into a tunnel and the thought crosses my mind: “Is this it?”. “Am I going in such a spectacularly stupid fashion?” 
As I struggled to breathe and entertain the idea that I might die in the following minutes, I got the reflex to keep dancing. As the physical requirements of my moves start demanding more from my body, my lungs slowly but steadily start expanding and I feel fresh air finally filling them. My vision starts coming back and so does the euphoria and visions from alien spaces. I was quite literally saved by the dance. 
As the peak gently softened, my dear love arrived home. My heart starts pumping more deeply just from hearing her voice. After enthusiastically telling her about my travels, I lay down again listening to music. It felt like I was submerged in a warm jacuzzi microscopically massaging every cell of my body, so I just lay there with a stupid grin stamped on my face and a brain overflowing in deep satisfaction. 
Disclaimer: everyone reacts differently to substances and this is particularly true when talking about combos. Cannabis and mushrooms happen to mix very well for me, but for many people, it is the sole reason for traumatic trips. You know you, you do you.
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