At about 4 pm Friday, I began my shroom' adventure. In less than an hour I sat in my living room, listening to music, and consumed most of the first 8th (I had a quarter total) on an empty stomach with orange juice. Around 5 pm, for the first time ever I puked from taking shrooms' (I didnt have MJ yet to help). I covered my mouth and held it all down, but had a stomach acid/OJ mess. I cleaned up and listened to music, waiting to hear back from friends and dealer. I noticed I couldnt stop smiling, aswell as my appreciation for music had increased. I also began seeing colorful spots everywhere, and the slight movement in objects around me let me know the trip was going to be taking hold soon. I thought about somethings that were bothering me, and I found a new sense of clarity, and felt as though a weight was taken off my shoulders and I let go of it all. Around 5:30 my friend K called, and I got a ride and went to pick up some very good MJ ($20 for almost a quarter too!). I was still coming up, and my mood continued to improve as we drove around for a bit and played some regularly shitty rap music which I'd have no interest in normally. The music became very intense and amplified the euphoria and visuals, which at this point were starting to form into the "shroom visuals" that are commonly described. I ate a few more pieces of shroom's and decided it was best to go to my friend, B's house, as it is very comfortable and he was expecting me. I got over their a bit before 6, and as soon as I got there we broke out the MJ and smoked two nice bowls. This deffinately intensified the trip, and I knew I'd be in some deep shit soon... I ate a few more peices, and figured Id wait to see how things would go before I ate the rest of the bag and started on the next, aswell as holding off the 50X Salvia I had. Then, it happened. All of the sudden, from laying down talking about this and that, I was launched into one of the deepest trips I've ever had. The room disappeared around me. Everything warped, blended, drip, and exploded into one another. This caught me off guard and scared me, yet, I was still in control, and I wasn't going to let "the fear" get to me. I was blown into another universe, and as I struggled to figure out just what the hell was going on, it became increasingly intense. Things morphed into on anotherm becoming strange Picaso-esque creatures. For example, a jacket I left on his amp become some strange creature that kept changing shape. A black chair became a black hole in the corner, which I felt was pulling me into it. I began to forget where I was as my surroundings kept changing to such an extreme, and the euphoria or whatever it was I was feeling became overwhelming. Music became not only the soundscape for the trip, but it controlled it all as every single note and noise had some reverence or reflection on whatever the hell was going on. I saw myself and loved ones all around, not just as slightly visual beings, or as part of the morphing and changing of objects that was occuring, but actual full on beings that I recognized. Also, the loss of being able to tell my location, aswell as to clearly take in what was around me caused some strong paranoia, and I thought that I was going to get caught, or arrested, or hospitalized or something. B seemed to move all around me, and he shift from place to place, his voice and body moving in completely different directions, appearing all over. With this, aswell as my pants melting into the floor, I thought, "I better get the fuck out of here." I retreated outside by myself, and as I lack any kind of coordination, and was having trouble even telling where my limbs, or I was, let alone what they were doing (Ex: laying on my back with my hands in my lap, it felt and appeared as my arms were rapped around me in such a way that isnt even physically possible. Things like this happened repeatedly) Thinking that it had to be around 7 or 8 now, I figured I'd start coming down soon... Wrong. It was only 6:30, and everytime I checked the clock, what seemed to be hours, was only minutees... 6:35, 6:37,... This was never going to end. My life had become a fucked up Tool music video. Outside the tree's bending into a green void, vaccated by strange aliens, which I can only assume now were probibly deer, rabbits, etc,... (B's house is back in a forrest). They didn't scare me, only made me thing that I was way over the edge more. At this point I lost any sort of "defined" feeling in my body, and I couldn't tell wet from dry, pain from pleasure, etc,... I couldn't tell what my body was doing, and at this point, it felt like I really had to piss (I already had several times in the span of a few hours, due to all the OJ).I tried outside, and couldn't tell if I was or not as the visuals were blocking off what one would consider reality. It was probibly about 7, I wandered inside into the bathroom inside to try and get to a quiet place to to gain an understanding of everything and to calm down a little. Plus, I still couldn't tell if I had to, or had piss, which is something I'd like to be in control of. I sat in their on the toliet for what must've been atleast an hour (I have no idea how B didn't wonder WTF and come looking for me). Trying to piss proved to be quite a feat, as my dick was evading me, and doing strange things that I really didn't want happening. I decided pissing wasn't going anywhere, and I was just imaging I had to most likely... Then, another strong wave... I instantly became lost. I saw myself in B's room as I had been earlier, in my room, outside, in the bathroom, in different rooms and places everywhere. I couldn't figure out where, what, or who I was. I was no longer me. (These were the strongest shroom visuals I've ever had, and I've never had such a mindfuck before). Life became meaningless, I was somewhere, everywhere, and was connected to all things. I'd be or see whatever my mind thought of. I was free of this world. I tried my best to continue thinking over my life as of lately, but I couldn't think in such a way. But, I felt something more than me, or life. I fel the universe, and felt myself everwhere. Nothing held in anything and I was free to do whatever. I pried myself up and crawled back to B's room, and thought perhaps another bowl would do me some good. Another 8th and Salvia were out of the question. Things stayed extremely intense till probibly 8 pm or so, and in the mean time, I tried to come back into my body, and regain control. So I layed down till 9, and felt the trip subsiding. Their were residual shroom' visuals, and still a sense of euphoria. I smoked more to calm down and relax. I think we watched a few movies (B's tells me Jumper, No Country For Old Men,...). After this I can't remember much... I woke up Saturday morning with a screaming headache, and tried to recall just what had happened. I felt in a daze still, and took sometime to try to recover. I ate, and we went for a walk and smoked a bowl. At this time I got picked up, and went home,.... I've been replaying the events over and over in my head to try and remember everything... Its now Sunday and I'm sitting here typing this. I feel a strong afterglow, which almost feels like its been a permanent, all around mood lift. I still feel greatly relieved of all the pain and what not that I had felt before. It seems as though I finally let go of certain things that had been haunting me for the longest time.... All in all, this was the most powerful shroom' trip I've ever had, and I feel it wsa a valuable experience, and accomplished what I had set out to do. I also learned to never underestimate drugs, especially shrooms'.... I'm glad I didn't eat anymore or smoke the salvia, as I think that would have been way to much.
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wow. sounds like you got some pretty crazy shrooms. wish you went for the salvia during the peak. woulda made you a real trooper... but this was nice to read. im still waiting to do shrooms for my first time (i cant fucking find them! theyr non existent in NJ) and reading this was good. most people claim to have colors changed and walls breathing etc from an eighth. i was completely unaware that one eighth could be so strong... i can't wait.
I took just less thann one of the 8th I bought. It was rather large, and when I weighted it, it came out at about 4 grams. So I took about 3.5-.3-8 grams. These are the strongest shrooms I've ever taken. When I take the nxt eight, possibly next weekend. I'll take it slower, and go for the salvia.
the possibilities on shrooms are infinite. let the unimaginable take over, now that you've seen what the shroom visuals are like. sit in silent darkness and meditate on a 5 gram dose, and you will completely enter a new reality where the impossible is happening all around you.
My life had become a fucked up Tool music video. perhaps the best description of your trip from what I read. I'm glad you had a good trip dude. It's good to hear about people having good trips rather than shitty trips where they end up in custody.
Early on when it REALLY kicked in, I was paranoid because I couldnt begin to understand what was going on around me.
the mushroom trip is pre-understanding. it is older than Mind. it is Being. Just as you leave Senses behind, you must leave Understanding behind. let go
Quantum shit man. But next time Ill take it slower, probibly in a more comfortable setting, and Ill work the Salv in.
this thread title always makes me think of lose yourself by eminem snap back to reality oh there goes gravity
what's up man, do you really recommend meditating on shrooms? would you get bored? I think I would be up for it... My first and only trip was awesome, but I was left with a kind of regretful feeling afterwards. I think it's because I almost experienced ego death but at the last second I clung to my identity...I was worried I wouldn't come back. Do you have any tips for letting go? I could practically feel the enlightenment waiting for me on the other side.
Sounded like a very intense and awesome trip! This makes me want to go eat some magic mushrooms right now! haha
Nice trip indeed. Next time you should just crush em up and poor them in the oj and drink, instead of eating one here and there, then you will know when to take the salvia and you won't be afraid. You were, as Mr. Writer said just being, I have been there and it is what insanity is I believe, makes you be like fuck it, why go anywhere, why do anything. That is when you need to go outside and sit silently and meditate, you will feel immense relief. For setting try a beach and some decent trip sitters.
When your on shrooms, nothing is boring. In the depths of that experience, the only thing that was real was me, and even that was questionable. I was everything, and nothing.
