Equivalent to 5-6 grams of B+ Cubensis my wieght is 210lbs, my hieght is 6'3"
Ive only tripped shroomes a handfull of times before, I believe this was my 5th time truly tripping.
DXM used to be my choice drug for inner exploration but most of the side effects are very uncomfortable. have tripped 1200mgs twice and various doses less that that for the past 3 years before I quit DXM last summer. I had been searching for a new drug since last summer and recently have started growing shrooms.
I was raised in the mormon church but always questioned "god". I would ask questions in sunday school about god and the world (as I look back they were acctually pretty good questions) and they would pull me out and tell me stuff like, you cant be questioning god one bit, you need to go repent blah blah blah... I never did...I never will...God is they most important thing to question...
Mushrooms are very weird, and thats the least I can say. I had a trip just last moday at the beach with my friend Ive known since 2nd grade. For about the past year I have been on a "search" ,you can say, for the true nature of reality. I have been reading and tripping and reading and have learned so much, I can see with my progression that my trips get more and more complex its all very interesting and Im sure there are plenty of you out there that are on this path with me.
I took about 30 grams wet, tho they were not fresh and had been under a fan for the whole day(so who knows the weight), and 3.4 grams dry, I did not not even expect to trip at all this night. I first noticed I was tripping when all the shells on the grounds started to move, as if floating on water, in a figure 8 short of motion. I continued to just trip out in that generic sense, watching the colores getting confuesed, and things like that but nothing profound, for about 2 hours(all at night started at 12, we left the beach at around 2:30-3:00 am).
As we were leaving I saw a few cop trucks with bright ass lights on top of their trucka driving around and walking around with flashlights at the spot I was tripping at. Someone must have called. I imidiatly got paranoid because we had a half OZ dry we just grew with us, I almost threw them out the window. When we got on the main street we drove away and if you've seen that movie "Domino" thats what the ride home was like, tripping my fucking balls off in a van running from the police, I saw it all, my life was over, we were in a high speed persuit (not really, but it sure as hell felt that way) and I was going to prison for a long time, I could see it all. My parents, they were so very dissipointed, I saw how I have been wronging so many people in very subtle ways. I wanted to die, I felt like everything was a game, a movie that has been on infinite repeat for ever, like this world was a cage I built around me and I couldnt get out I felt so trapped, and I knew death was the only way out. Reality was just a dream, and this dream I invented to protect myself from something, and I knew what it was, it was nothingness, I was so scared. I needed a moment of sanity, a firm place to stand upon. It was so wierd, I questioned eveything that night, I lost myself that night, I almost died that night, I almost walked into a hospital so I could tell them that I needed help to get out of 'here'. And I still wonder if I would have walked into that hospital, if I would of truely admited to myself in that moment of utter lonelyness, in that moment of utter disspear, I still wonder if I really would have climbed out of this rabbit hole. That night I realized that I dont want to go deeper into the rabbit hole, I want out. I want to know.
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