After harvesting my own crop, I finally got a chance to try it after weeks of them being ready. Unfortunately my co-grower and roommate was out of town, so after some thought I decided to try a small amount alone. I ate two golden teachers, about 1.87 grams in tea form. I added ginger and mint to hide the taste and keep my stomach stable. I had also been fasting all day before drinking the tea at about 7 PM.
I started feeling the mushrooms slowly taking effect at about 30 minutes in. Dissapointed at the lack of strength, I decided to smoke a little hookah mixed with some very potent weed. I almost immediately shot off into an extremely intense trip.
This was my third experience with mushrooms. The first trip was with around 2.5 grams, and was wonderful and not too intense. The second time was with 3.5 grams, and I had a horrifying trip in which I thought I was dying and those around me took on "spirit forms".
This time, it seemed as though I met god. I could feel my ego begin to shatter, and I knew it was going to be rough. I went and laid down in my beanbag, but I couldn't seem to find any sort of comfortable position. It felt like my nose was really runny, and this made it even more uncomfortable. It also led me to believe my body was entirely fluid.
I saw all kinds of mushroom patterns, and my thoughts started getting anxious and paranoid. I reassured myself and tried to calm myself down, but my heavy breathing made this difficult. I could feel my heart beating at an accelerated rate, and I was brought back to memories of my horrifying second trip.
I decided to get up at this point and try to go to the bathroom. It almost felt like I needed to puke, but I couldn't. The bathroom was giving me horrible vibes, which seems to be a trend in all of my journeys thus far. I quickly got out of there, and attempted to get comfortable in my bed. I found it difficult to even try to lift a comforter over myself.
At this point, I felt extremely creative but I had no way of getting to any kind of pencils or paper. Instead I started quietly speaking my thoughts out loud to myself. As I was melting into the bed, I could feel myself recognizing that I was one with all of the inanimate objects around me. I also saw people I loved looking over me in my peripheral vision. Everything was so beautiful I could do nothing more than lay in my bed sobbing.
I felt a bizarre presence I had never felt before, even though I was alone. It was like something hugely spiritual was there with me. As I felt this, I was obsessing over the word "indelible." I couldn't help but repeat it over and over again.
As quickly as my intense journey had started, it all but ended. I got up off my bed and enjoyed the post-trip glow. Out of curiosity, I went and looked up indelible to see what it meant. I had heard the word before, but never understood its exact meaning.
From webster's: that cannot be removed, washed away, or erased b : making marks that cannot easily be removed <an indelible pencil>
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