Hello Yesterday night I had my first (and last!!) experience with magic musrooms. It was the worst nightmare, my trip lasted about 4-5 hours. I wont describe the trip, I want to forget it as soon as possible, but I want to ask u about next day experience. The trip ended at 2AM, now is 2PM, and I feel terrible. Panic, fear, aweful. Is it normal thing to feel like this next day? Is it possible that I will stay like that? Or should I just wait and it will go away. Thanks for help.
You should just have patience and take it easy and wait. Generally people don't really feel that aweful next day but if you had a really unpleasant trip it can happen. I tripped several times on mushrooms and only had one time that I panicked 2 days after (tripped on a saturday, got home on monday, smoked a J that evening and had my heart beat like crazy, saw double and got pretty anxious and scared). So if you're one of the few with bad luck you may feel like you're not totally normal again but trust me, relax, take it easy and remember that it would be highly suprising if that feeling would stay much longer. I myself was pretty suprised that I had aftereffects that one time, and I have the feeling I wasn't feeling completely normal after a couple of days. Picking up your normal routine will most likely help losing the negative/weird feelings faster.
I'm sorry you had a bad experience. Your feelings of discomfort will fade with time. Nothing permanent happened to your brain chemically/physically. You are just having trouble processing and accepting the traumatic experience much in the same way as if something traumatic had happened in your normal life. That said, you have opened a door of awareness in yourself that you can't shut. You have had a psychedelic experience and you'll carry that. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Just look at it as you have more life experience and this one just happened to be unpleasant. Only you can decide whether you'll explore psychs more. Some people push through a bad experience with another trip. Hopefully, you can have a positive experience because mushies are amazing(but serious). Or, you can never touch them again and be fine just know that the power exists. Whatever you choose will be fine. Focus on being comfortable and secure for the time being. Cheers
Thanks guys, it helps a lot. I just needed reassurance that I will stay normal. I'm still on the edge of crying, but I feel that with every hour it's getting better. I even can start to talk about it. It was first timie - I took it because Last few years I feel disharmony and seperation from universe, lonelioness (I'm 34, so it's not teenage thing). I hoped that it will help me to reconnect with nature and myself. Instead of it, for 5 hours I lived trough my personal hell. It was beatifull night with thousend of stars, but then I saw aztec gods dancing in the sky, they were made of stars, and I saw all universe, and I realised how small I am and weak, so I asked them to guide me trough the vision. Then I realise that they don't care about me and that they are so powerfull, that just their presence can crash me into nothingness. I realised if I will go with it, I will never come back. Then I escaped into the smal hut (it is in mountains), but visions there got worse,hundreds of hallucinations, reality went crazy and I was lost, and then my counscieusness went very basic, I just knew I'm am, and that because shrooms I became crazy and I will stay like this forever - and then I got traped in the time loop - my friends try to calm me, but I was just locked in eternal loop of fear of loosing my mind. I know it sounds chaotic, but it is still fresh on my mind. I didn't know basic things. I wasn't sure if I made up day and night in my mind, sleep, God etc. I didn't know what's objectively existing, and what's just something I made up. And I was aware that I'm for ever seperated from everything, all people are just small sparks, who can not connect with anything - we are forever doomed to be like that, life after life. I wasn't ready for this. Nothing ever prepared me for this experience, it was just too removed from known reality to make sense. It was the worse experience in my life, ever. 5 hours of hell. I don't know how to get anything positive of this. I'm completely lost. What can u say about it? Have u ever experienced something powerfull like that? Mushrooms are too big for me. PS. I took 30 small shrooms. I was told is not a big dose.
This is where you decided to have a bad trip. You must give yourself wholly to the stargods. Hold nothing back, every corner of your most secret soul must be flayed open effortlessly. You fought it, and got your ass kicked. Typical mushroom experience. You can do it again, and you can have the good journey, but you need to digest this experience and think on it. You cannot have a choice when you eat this. You cannot remain in control. The respect you thought you were giving the mushrooms, was not nearly enough. Now you understand what is asked of you. You must be willing to die to earn their teachings, anything short of that will be punished harshly. No hesitation. You WILL come back. Do not be deceived. Your body's metabolism will process the mushrooms, they will function, and eventually cease functioning along the laws of biochemistry. Psilocin follows laws in this sphere. Do not be delusional. No trip lasts forever. Commit to it! I feel you can do this. You are older than most who first try mushrooms, and the lesson of scale they give will be a difficult one. The void is towering. "Turn off your mind, relax, and float downstream it is not dying, it is not dying. Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void it is shining, it is shining That you may see the meaning of within it is being, it is being"
you definitely can't fight it, these guys are completely right. why don't you try a smaller dose in a good state of mind? it sounds like you have some things in your mind that you need to break through.
That is actually can be a pretty hefty dose depending on the variety. You should try to find out the variety if possible. But yes, everything you describe is a typical mushroom bitch-slap. In time I'm sure you will come away with benefits. It requires honesty with yourself at a level most don't usually encounter and it can be rather disturbing to say the least. You will be fine.
I think ^ youve just identified the reason you had a bad shroom trip. Shrooms are really something you have to be 100% in the right state of mind to truly experience them in a positive way. While your intentions were good, going into the trip with negative feelings of disharmony and loneliness means that the feelings are going to follow you into the trip, especially your first time. I'm sorry that happened to you and I think it sucks because mushrooms really are the most beautiful thing when you have a good trip. You can't really depend on mushrooms to forge a connection that isn't already there, however. My recommendation is to come to terms with your place in the universe first, reconnect with nature, figure out who you truly are, then return to mushrooms with nothing but positive vibes. But even if you reach this point in your life, I woudn even think about tripping again unless you trust the mushrooms. I figured out trust is everything when it comes to shrooms once when I almost started having a bad trip. I calmed myself down by reassuring myself that shrooms arent going to lead me anywhere I dont want to go. As for your trip, it actually sounds really amazing to me. I know its horrifying to you, but you've just opened up your eyes to a thousand new possibilities. You also stared into the universe and felt how small you were. This absolutely does not have to be a negative and scary realization . Thinking of yourself in relation to the vast and undiscovered universe can be an incredibly freeing thing. Think about it...how much bullshit do you put up with on a daily basis? When you think about how small you are, does the bullshit still matter that much? Mushrooms are great in this way..they lift the veil off bullshit. I hope you'll find natural ways to reconnect with the natural flow of things. Grab a friend that has good energy and go camping or something, thats how I always connect. I also hope once you find that connection you'll return to mushrooms because they really are wonderful if you can learn to trust them. It depends. I once took one small cap and tripped my nonexistant balls off for hours. I didn't even see that one coming, someone just handed it to me at a festival and I figured I wouldnt get much more than a mild body high from such a small amount.
what really blows my mind. there was no internet 25yrs ago.. when a man tripped,, there was nowhere to cry when you fell down. you just curled up in a ball on the floor, watched the floor model tv melt, and hope your parents dont bother you.. good times is all I can ever recall..
that's true. and same here about the good times. even if I eat mushrooms in a bad or negative mood, an hour later I'm in awe of the world, wanting to hug everyone and laughing my ass off nonstop. but I can see how you can get nailed to the wall like the OP. the key is not attempting to resist it.
my first(and only, so far) trip was pretty bad too, I was tripping with 3 other people 2 of whom I just met, I went to visit my friend so I was not at home, and me and my friend took em later then the other 2, when we met up with the others they were tripping I took mine, and so did my friend.. the other 2 started saying wierd shit like the walls are trying to eat me, I thought that was funny, since I was not tripping, and I was a little stoned, and then we went out, and one of them was having a bad trip, he wanted to get out of it, and I was like why? at that point it hadnt hit me, and then I looked up at the sky and all the clouds were morphing into each other and that looked cool, but things went down hill from there, and the rest was just a really bad mind fuck, and some visuals..I felt alright the next day tho, and got some good sleep that night..but the next day I drove home. and didnt smoke weed for couple days, I felt really happy to be home. I want to try some mushrooms but alone and at home....but dont know anyone in the area who has mushrooms
Hi I'm well already) I managed to describe whole experience, maybe someone finds it helpfull (or amusing. On Sunday I ate a magic mushroom. It was the most intense and scariest experience of my life. Mountains, small, solitary hut in a clearing, a longing heart, curiosity. I knew that the neighborhood is famous for its mushrooms, so I asked, S., if there is still a season. He showed me the spot on the grass under the trees.. Together with R. We went searching. After an hour we had a full bag of golden, tiny bells on thin legs. It's evening, thousands of stars in the sky crashed as flour gold. This is the beginning of October, the cold was taking over, so we sat around the stove. S. threw the mushrooms to the pan, poured a little water, threw a stock cube for a taste. I do not want to seem to be an amateur of narcotic fun. Not the case. I think I was hoping to experience harmony with nature, with each other, the connection with the universe. Recently I miss this, I feel separated from all that lonely, confused. I read about shamanism, mushrooms, spiritual journeys, and I counted that my subconscious will find a way to heal. After a few minutes brew was ready. S. decided to staying sober, so he poured a cub for me and R. then split the mushrooms, thirty per person. My hands were shaking when I drank. I was a little scared, I did not know what to expect, I expected that I would have to give up control, and it is not easy, especially with the ego, like mine. It tasted like a regular mushroom soup, mushrooms were the same, however, hard and slippery, I chewed them thoroughly to make it easier to digest. I sat on the doorstep, staring at the stars, while letting the stove warmed my back. - How much does it take? - I asked. S. shrugged. - About half an hour, maybe more. I relaxed, waiting for the trip. After about ten minutes I looked at my hands. Seemed strange - smooth, shiny, small. I looked at S and R. - I think starts to work. They could not believe it. So soon? I looked at the skyline. The edge of the mountains stood out from the dark navy, almost black sky. On the horizon I saw a line of bright pulsating energy. I was not sure if this is an effect of the mushrooms, or sun that have recently set, and still colors the sky. After a moment, the energy began to flow down from the mountains like a dense fog, pouring in the valley, flowed between the mountains and began to get close to our cottage. I realized that it starts up. At the same time, I realized that this is something powerful, intense, and perhaps dangerous. I went outside, wrapped in a blanket and tried to be calm and humble, I wanted to take everything as a lesson, enriching experience. I felt cold, but wrapped up exactly that protrudes only nose and eyes. I looked at the sky. Began to take on more and more of space, full of life, color and motion. Beautiful and also of very high profoundness. The sky is something permanent, unchanging, eternal. It's hard to keep the peace, when this eternall thing starts to change before your eyes. That's when I saw the gods. Their bodies were made of stars. You know how sometimes the constellations are drawn - the stars combine lines, forming the contours of the form. It looked similar, but more scenic, three-dimensionally. With increasing clarity I saw the dancing gods, riding enormous animals, as big as the universe, fighting, walking up. I knew that they are extremely powerful, they control the entire universe. I saw in them the likeness of the Aztec gods drawings I’ve seen before. I felt their power and strength. At this point I regretted that I abandoned so recklessly a cozy shelter for ordinary reality. But I knew that it was too late. All I could do now was to find a harmony with the vision. I sat back and raising my eyes to dancing, rainbow-colored sky, I asked the gods that they lead me and bestow teachings. I pointed to my internall disease and asked how to heal it. I opened my heart to them. I think that if I was able to maintain this attitude, I could experience something beautiful. Looking at that moment today, I do not know whether I had any choice. I was like a speck thrown in infinite space tormented with a strom. I realize my own insignificance, smallness, weakness. These beings are powerful, so powerful, that incomprehensible, beyond the reach of intellect. Their otherness and strangeness scared me. There were no love and compassion, just power and greatness. And how can you trust to the gods, who have no love? I tried to fight this idea yet, but the fear was getting stronger. The gods seemed to sense it. Their dance was getting wilder, the sky turned into a wild revelry, I could not take it anymore, and at the same time I felt attracted to it, and I knew that if I give up and go to the sky, then certainly I’ll be lost there forever - but not as one of the gods, but devoid of memory and intellect pollen, with their horses hooves. I started screaming and ran to the cottage. I was wrong, thinking that I will find peace there. The monumental show disappeared. I sat by the stove. R. and S. were ot there, they went for a walk to watch the sky. I was still shocked. I looked around the room and realized that the house is alive. The walls of spruce logs were blurring, from under a thin layer of reality that flaked like old paint, began to appear ancient paintings, Aztec art. The more I stared at them, the more frightened I was. Images were moving and I knew that they are all doors to other worlds, other dimensions, each of whom is an alien and inhuman. It distroyed my romantic vision of alien worlds that would be heaven and escape. I understood that we live in a world which for us is good, perfect, normal, is written for people, but other worlds are inhabited by other beings, for which we are strangers, and which are alien to us. Just as we can not walk on the moon without a spacesuit, those worlds can change us, destroy our psyche, which is the spacesuit for the soul. Each of these doors called me, pulled at his side and I had to fight with full force. I knew that if I give up, I will never find the way into my world, forever stuck in these foreign layers behind the wall. Then R and S returned from a walk. When they saw what’s happening, they tried to reassure me. There was no chance. The reality disintegrated into smaller and smaller pieces, like my personality, and nothing could stop it. I realized that I overestimated my strength, I am no adventurer, but an ordinary, scared rabbit. I asked S. to play something on the flute. Music calmed me for a while. I thought it was all a test for me: if I'm a fighter, a real man. If I’m a true warrior I can’t be devoured by visions, but I have to let to transform me into something beautiful. I started dancing to the rhythm of music. My every movement was accompanied by a burst of gold and the rainbow of sparks, I saw them, regardless of whether I had closed or open eyes, by this dance I started to rebuild reality, I was looking for harmony, and through this creative process I knew I could heal myself, heal the world. It was a beautiful moment. I started to feel better. Vision has not lost its intensity, but I myself began to synchronize with it. I have been getting more powerful and began to see the inside of my soul, beauty, creative spark, full of love and power. I guess it was too much, I got scared of this, of its importance and power, I felt that in the dance powerful forces were colliding. It was a bit like I was sitting in an airplane for the first time and I was suppose to be a pilot of this powerful machine. I manage to do it, the plain flys better and better, smoothly, safely, but suddenly I realize that I can not fly yet, I'm a nobody, and certainly not Boeing pilot, it can not happen, so I throw the reins in fear and hide at the back of the aircraft, which now no one is piloting. That's what I did, and as might be expected, the plane crashed into the dust. S. stopped playing, I sat huddled in a corner and wept, R. looked at me scared. I got up and looked around. There was nothing beautiful nor out, nor in me. Every corner was filled with creatures, little monsters, their faces I knew from childhood, and perhaps even earlier. Until now, buried in the subconscious, now scattered around the room and looked at me - some of derision, some with fear, gnomes, trolls, the faces of the packaging of cocoa, the monsters in the shape of genitalia, some with my face. It was horrible. I fell into the puddles of my own subconscious, I saw things I forgot, and which were familiar like old comrades with whom I spent dozens of hours and days. R. and S. tried to reassure me all the time. - How long it lasts? Much longer? - I asked through tears. R. (on which the fungus had not worked at all) looked at her watch and glanced anxiously at S. - Already two hours. It's two hours of this madness? When will it end? I sat at the table, trying not to look around me. It didn’t help. It was not just visual. I knew their names, on my lips floated strange, ugly words that are not in the dictionary, which means ugly, ugly things, each of those words are familiar, I hoped that I forgot them all somewhere deep in the subconscious, but it turns out that they are accompanying me all my life. I'm trying to tell that to R. and S., but it's hard for me to express. I only manage to repeat that my personality is disintegrated into pieces, and I'm afraid that I would never be whole again. They are trying to consol me at that point yet I understand them only a little, the meaning eludes very fast. And suddenly I'm completely sober again, I have a clear mind, everything makes sense again. I cry with relief. - I am whole again. Jesus, I'm normal again! R. and S. breathe a sigh of relief. - See? I told you that it just ends. Two hours are usual. I laugh, I try to joke, but something is changing, my joke is a strange, I do not understand what I mean. I focus on it, and suddenly I know that it's not the end. Madness draws me back. I'm trying to stop it, but I have no chance. This time the departure is even worse. My consciousness is becoming narrower, simplified, basic. I only know that I exist, but do not know my name. I only know that I did something stupid and now there is no return to normal reality. - There is no such thing as God, have I made it up? - I ask imploringly S. The point is that I do not know what is objectively true and what is only in my mind. I look out the window and see the darkness. I think: now is the night and when I wake up coms morning, everything will be normal (although a hell I can not remember what it is normality.) Suddenly, however, terrible idea gets to me. - There is no such thing as day and night? - I ask with fear. - And at night you sleep, right? And as you sleep, next morning you turn normal? Or I just invented it myself? Truth is we do not go to sleep, there is no day and night, there is always the same? I do not understand anything S. says. His words lose their meaning after the enter to my ears. Stomach. Yes! There is such thing as the stomach and I put in it different things. - Stomach exist? - I ask. S. nods. – So I can vomit!! - I cry dazzled. If something is in the stomach, I can throw up! S. tries to explain to me that it's too late. After a second, I forget everything. Blood. I have a stomach and blood. Blood can be transfused. - Take me to the emergency room - I demand. - You will be ok soon – S. tries to calm me. - You gotta take me, they can save me. Save my mind – I cry. - Nobody can save your mind. It happened – u lost it. You left reality, people sometimes do so, and now you can not go back - responds S. (in fact he never said that). - I will always stay like that? - I ask. - And what about the ... - I wonder. There is something important about what I have to ask. Some important person - Tania! What about Tania? Tania exist? I did not invent her myself? Or did I? (She is my wife) - Yes, she exist. - How can she forgive me? Everything was fine, I was wise, and now I'm stupid. What will happen? - Nothing. - You do not worry about me at all? I've lost my mind, I am no longer whole, and you do not worry? After all, I am lost, my mind is gone. I'm trying to combine the pieces of me, I’m left with. There is no much. My body, I - I am a simple machine. I have a stomach, head, blood, I live in the short continuum of time. Over me there is God who is a black spot in the black universe, who created me for fun. My existence does not matter. People live in this short continuum and are able to pass it without suffering, because they are tuned in and they do not understand their situation. Sometimes, however, you may tune out, as happened to me, and then we understand everything, our pettiness and stupidity, triviality. Life is unbearable then, but thought of a black void of death is equally unbearable. And the worst is awerness that there is no love, no God's affection for his creation, everything is just a sick joke of inhuman God. It lasted five hours. Five hours of hell, after which finally I came back to reality.
thats fucking crazy^^^ imagine that on lsd, the high lasts about 10 hours, not 5. Just imagine. Just madness
LSD could never give me that experience. I just read your above post Macaco which i did not see before posting below. If i were you i would trip again, you will get some insight to your questions, you have opened a door and the scene on the other side can be scary, its unknown, so i would do it again and become familiar with it, i am pretty sure thats how my journey started. I say do some soul searching first, like said above camping is great way to reconnect with nature and yourself. I believe you need to be happy with you as you. Don't give up on shrooms, they have opened my eyes to the beauty of my mind and the world i live in and i know they can do the same for you. but i may also be nuts cause if i had that trip i would of been eating the same dose two days later and trying to dance with the aztec gods.
Psilocybin is just a chemical and does not have the ability to create images you see or the emotions you feel when you are tripping. Nothing you saw or felt was created by the substance (the aztec gods, ect.) but instead existed inside you and the chemical simply opened your mind to see it. That being said try a smaller dose next time and try it in environment that you will feel more secure and more in control. Taking a heroic dose of mushrooms in a unfamiliar place is bound to instill feelings of fear and insecurity in you and if you get into trouble you have no frame of reference. Also don't take large quantities of mushrooms if you have having emotional troubles and are feeling alone. Psilocybin is a powerful tool for insight and it can really tear open your mind and show you things you have tried to suppress. Take 1 gram to just get the relaxing and euphoric effects without the deep mental insight. Here is a trip I had once: My friend and I split 12 grams of P. Cubensis which in hindsight was a really bad idea but it was a accident. I have never done more then 3.5 to 4 grams in the past. The problem lies in the fact I had eaten a big meal only a few hours before so the original 1/8 didnt have much affect on me for the first two hours and my friend who didnt eat was already tripping so I took another 2.5 grams to catch up and then everything hit me at once. We then put on The Wall again and it was great. We were laughing and seemed to have linked up on a psychic level because we were seeing the same thing but then things went awry. The next thing I know everything looked like hell did in the movie constatine... fire and windy except instead of fire everything had colorful essence coming off of it and I felt like I kept getting swept away by some dark force. I came to clinging face down on a persian rug looking down through the patterns and seeing myself clinging to the other side except I looked haggard and gray in color. Once I felt safe enough to crawl back to the couch I joined my friend in continuing to watch The Wall. I dont know how many times we watched it or even if the movie was still playing but it felt as if we were in a time warp doomed to repeat the same moment over and over again. I felt a wave of time and space sweep through the room and it was as if we were back watching the same scene of the movie again and again. The movie began to spill out of the TV and then the TV ceased to exist and we were watching a portal into another world. Every time the wave of space and time swept through I lost myself and was terrified of being swept away and getting lost again. I clung to a pillow just to try to keep a hold on something tangable that I knew was real because I no longer knew what was real and what wasnt. At one point of the evening I was begging my friend to not to let them take me again but he was busy arguing with god or some greater entity about life. It was at this point that we were getting scared. I thought we had gone to far to get back to our own time and dimension and that we were going to be trapped where we were forever. I was then instantly in a desert surrounded by flowers and a purple sky... it was so beautiful. Around 4 am my friend went into his room and tried to get some sleep and I laid on the couch trying to remember who I was... what my name was... I had forgotten even what gender I was born or even if I had been born yet. Slowly over the next two hours things began to slow down and I began to get to grips with everything that had happened and who I was but I was unable to get to sleep until 2 pm this afternoon and didnt wake up until 9 pm. My friend and I talked over the night and we both had the same visions and felt the same great power. I am afraid after last night nothing will ever be the same again.... I have completely lost my ego and sense of self.
