Welcome, one and all! Come to observe a lone journeyman's encounter with the bespectacled grimace of the devine, have we?
Set: End of the school year, and my conscious attentions are drawn to social events of recent days. Exalted about trying a new combination of entheogens, and my creative spirits are in full swing. Cleaned my room as a ritual cleansing of trip-space and mental-space, I'm feeling prepared and confident.
Setting: Clean room with acrylic paints, air-drying clay and plasticine at my disposal. Small-ish basement room that has been a safe-space for a few trips. Solo overnight trip planned; a friend and for the past few months housemate from Germany is leaving in the morning.
Catalyst: 3 grams of syrian rue ground with 4 fresh HBWR seeds and peppermint to taste. Cold-extracted for 2.5 hours in the fridge in a half-pint of water. An hour later, 3 grams of shrooms.
Experience: I broke out the plasticine before I even got to the scintillating, forest green concoction I whipped up. Felt amazingly at ease with my creative spirit, it had it's own energy that fed off the backwards-in-time resonance of the experience to follow. While imbibing the brew, I was focused on a clay sculpture that was being breathed into life by the divine imagination. The drink was not wholly unpleasant, due to a decent addition of raw sugar. Earthy, heavy flavour. Might as well enjoy it, right?! Drinking this sort of thing is an event that one should be thankful for.
Drink finished at 12 am. Sculpture getting completed.....few more things to add...here and there go absent-minded hands-of-God busying themselves with the creation of what is to become a trip relic. It strikes me as pleasing when I put it away, the full beauty of it passing me by for the moment.
At approximately 1 am I am feeling the body load of the rue/HBWR mix....stumbly drunk, onset-of-a-mushroom-high, and I lay on my bed. I measure out 2.7 grams of shrooms - one 3" broad cap and two other smaller ones. I stare at them, appreciating their forms as emotional concertos unfold from my speakers. I admire the big cap and take a bite, imagining myself as a totally content man peacefully being absorbed into his environment; then I realize I am him. BIG GRIN spreads out past my cheeks, by far not the largest one of the night...
The mushrooms felt pleasing in my mouth, not as bad a taste as those put through the same route before. Once I had fully appreciated their forms and meaning, I realized I should just do a full 3g, and popped the remainder in my belly.
Laying in bed, feeling as if my lamp shone sunlight and I just ate part of the sun god, Ra, I might have gone to the bathroom or sculpted more. 30-40 minutes pass, and I am feeling it hard. Gobbledy-gook experimental tonguespeak rife in my brain, and the classical music is sweeping me off my feet. I dance a bit, then get caught in my own trip-trap as I go further and further. All of a sudden my brain....sorta....splits in two. I meet myself in my brain and engage a dialogue: "Well. Hi there! Guess were here...umm..now what?" I take a step back from the situation and I'm amazed. The splitting continues, and for a good, long time. All the while accompanied by the most fantastically coloured hallucinatory figures. I move from a dialogue with myself to a dialogue with my friends in alternate universes, so it seems. At the height of this phenomenon of dichotomous consciousness I am FULLY experiencing 2 trips at once, exploring crevaces of the universe with both minds, which occasionally join with each other in their wanderings and are joyously amazed at the experience.
Exploratory shroomspeak continues. I look at my clock multiple times throughout the trip. When it was 3:43 I looked at the clock upside down. "ehe" it says. "ehehehe" I say to it. The cosmic giggle is incredibly infectious. 3:43 holds significance then as the end of it - life? But not of the trip. Death means nothing for this self-aware matter that we are. The universe keeps on going, and we along with it, as it. This is also when it begins anew. I imagine (read, experience) my birth, emerging as a babyface out of an egg. This is my homecoming. "Welcome home" is the greeting I hear from familiar figures, though not in words.
Confusing come-down, my friends are waiting for me. Wait, they missed me. So many times I've cheated myself out of eye-contact, out of people-contact. Social anxiety rearing its ugly head from the past. Now, however, the choice is mine, because I have a tabula rasa to work with and it's name is mine. I am spinning the thread of fate with my actions, my thoughts. I vow to get back to my authentic self and be a part of my fellow human's lives more.
I almost miss my friend leaving in the morning, and shout to him "good luck! thanks for the company!" from the doorstep. The foreign environment of outside makes me step back and realize I'm still tripping ballsacks at 8 am.
Side notes: I had, in addition to the classical music played at the beginning of the trip, another song in my head from the All About Lily Chou Chou soundtrack. Lyrics went "I see you, you see me, and I see you, I see you." THAT was a laugh and a half when I had dual consciousness. I guess insanity has to start somewhere!
The clay sculpture, when gazed at with bemushroomed eyes, was beautiful. Still is. I'm gonna paint it and update this post with a pic when it's done. So glad I picked up art supplies the day before; I feel vindicated as a great artist and now have the energy and vision to produce great works.
Conclusion: DO THIS. Get your information, get your head on straight, get your set/setting prepped REAL good, and get your freak on. You need to follow a fairly strict dietary regimen for a duration because of the MAOI. You might be questioning the emetic response your body might have to both rue AND HBWR, but I only had about 5 minutes of mild nausea to the point of imperceptibility. I just layed down and it passed no problem.
Be safe, fellows. Be sure to report back if you try the combo.
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Wow, nice trip report! Very true what you said about set and setting... I am like you, in that I feel if you don't have everything prepared, the trip won't be as enjoyable. I only get anxiety when I am not fully mentally prepared for a trip. Sounds like you had an amazing time... interesting combo.
nice pictures in your sig, btw
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