epoe
Rising Star
So.
I took 3.5 grams of cubensis. My girlfriend took around 2 grams. This is the most I've taken. This is also the first time me and my girlfriend have tripped together without a third person there. I expected it to be quite different to the earlier smaller doses, but not so much. At first I just saw patterns in all flat surfaces, like I've seen before. Sure, they were more detailed and moved around more, but it wasn't too unfamiliar. I laughed a lot. I felt great, but my stomach was feeling a bit heavy. I hadn't eaten much of anything that day and it was around five in the afternoon.
Then it got darker. I felt more and more isolated from my girlfriend, started speaking less and less (Usually I can hardly stop talking). I thought to myself "this is it!". When I closed my eyes I saw complicated three dimensional objects, covered in beautiful symbols. The objects spun around rhythmically, sort of like clockwork, making many small but fast movements and then stopping for a few seconds, and then starting again. My stomach felt worse and worse and I was certain I was going to puke. I stood up, trying to explain to my girlfriend without worrying her too much. When I came into the bathroom everything was a bit clearer, probably because the light was brighter. The toilet looked really clean and bright (it wasn't that clean). I bent over as if to puke, but I knew I wasn't going to. I looked into the mirror. My pupils were huge. I felt very close to the reflection of myself. It seemed very friendly. I thought of it as my spirit animal. I went back to the living room and lay down next to my girlfriend. I tried to tell her that I was fine. I didn't want her to worry. She's prone to anxiety, and has had one or two uncomfortable trip, even on relatively low doses.
I went to the bathroom and back one or two more times until I decided to put my finger in my throat and force myself to vomit. It was pretty hard, my gag reflex seemed to be unusually dull. I ended up puking and I remember it tasting like pizza, even though I hadn't eaten anything like that. I had been convinced that my stomach would feel better if I puked, it may have a little, but not much.
Back on the couch I felt like I would never do psychedelics again. I felt horrible. I tried letting go. I closed my eyes and let the CEV's go on, but the longer I went without opening my eyes or moving them, the more nauseous I felt. My girlfriend was obviously becoming more and more worried about be, she asked me why I was so quiet and I tried to explain what I was seeing. At that point I felt like I completely understood the concept of "the other" in phenomenology. I felt like I was imprisoned in myself, and that everybody else was completely alien. At the same time I was, in a way, perfectly rational. I realized I had taken mushrooms, that the effects would pass and that I was completely safe.
I tried to laugh, but the laugh didn't reach farther than the throat. It didn't reach "me". I tried to talk, but couldn't think of anything. Finally I started thinking about what I had been doing before the trip. And I started to laugh and talk. A lot. I started talking about everyday life. I talked about people going to work, going to the supermarket and those kinds of things. All of this was so completely alien to my state of mind that it was simply ridiculous. I talked and laughed and everything got brighter. My stomach even felt a little better.
Through the trip I got back into the dark space a few times, but all I had to do to get out of it was to start talking about the people who were not us, who were sober. That was all it took to get me feeling better. It was, in a way, escape. By occupying my mind the rest of the trip, the parts that scared me, disappeared. I sort of ignored them.
On the comedown, when everything was becoming more and more stable, we watched a stupid film and I found myself completely perplexed over the motivations of the characters. I couldn't understand why they cared what other people thought or even why they cared about anything at all. I was in a sort of happy nihilistic state, where nothing mattered but I was okay with that.
Here are a few questions that I hope someone will be able to answer.
When tripping I seem to feel most comfortable when talking. My girlfriend, on the other hand, feels very uncomfortable when talking. Is that something I should think about? Is either position unusual? Does it say something about me and her?
What are some good ways to lessen the chances of nausea? We ate some raw ginger beforehand, but that didn't seem to work this time. Are there some foods that it's good to eat while tripping? During the comedown I usually start to feel anxious for it to end because I start feeling hungry. Is it maybe better not to fast before tripping?
How can I properly "let go" or "stop resisting" without distracting myself from the trip? I've heard people talking about it, but I wonder if there are any clearer instructions.
Thank you for reading.
I took 3.5 grams of cubensis. My girlfriend took around 2 grams. This is the most I've taken. This is also the first time me and my girlfriend have tripped together without a third person there. I expected it to be quite different to the earlier smaller doses, but not so much. At first I just saw patterns in all flat surfaces, like I've seen before. Sure, they were more detailed and moved around more, but it wasn't too unfamiliar. I laughed a lot. I felt great, but my stomach was feeling a bit heavy. I hadn't eaten much of anything that day and it was around five in the afternoon.
Then it got darker. I felt more and more isolated from my girlfriend, started speaking less and less (Usually I can hardly stop talking). I thought to myself "this is it!". When I closed my eyes I saw complicated three dimensional objects, covered in beautiful symbols. The objects spun around rhythmically, sort of like clockwork, making many small but fast movements and then stopping for a few seconds, and then starting again. My stomach felt worse and worse and I was certain I was going to puke. I stood up, trying to explain to my girlfriend without worrying her too much. When I came into the bathroom everything was a bit clearer, probably because the light was brighter. The toilet looked really clean and bright (it wasn't that clean). I bent over as if to puke, but I knew I wasn't going to. I looked into the mirror. My pupils were huge. I felt very close to the reflection of myself. It seemed very friendly. I thought of it as my spirit animal. I went back to the living room and lay down next to my girlfriend. I tried to tell her that I was fine. I didn't want her to worry. She's prone to anxiety, and has had one or two uncomfortable trip, even on relatively low doses.
I went to the bathroom and back one or two more times until I decided to put my finger in my throat and force myself to vomit. It was pretty hard, my gag reflex seemed to be unusually dull. I ended up puking and I remember it tasting like pizza, even though I hadn't eaten anything like that. I had been convinced that my stomach would feel better if I puked, it may have a little, but not much.
Back on the couch I felt like I would never do psychedelics again. I felt horrible. I tried letting go. I closed my eyes and let the CEV's go on, but the longer I went without opening my eyes or moving them, the more nauseous I felt. My girlfriend was obviously becoming more and more worried about be, she asked me why I was so quiet and I tried to explain what I was seeing. At that point I felt like I completely understood the concept of "the other" in phenomenology. I felt like I was imprisoned in myself, and that everybody else was completely alien. At the same time I was, in a way, perfectly rational. I realized I had taken mushrooms, that the effects would pass and that I was completely safe.
I tried to laugh, but the laugh didn't reach farther than the throat. It didn't reach "me". I tried to talk, but couldn't think of anything. Finally I started thinking about what I had been doing before the trip. And I started to laugh and talk. A lot. I started talking about everyday life. I talked about people going to work, going to the supermarket and those kinds of things. All of this was so completely alien to my state of mind that it was simply ridiculous. I talked and laughed and everything got brighter. My stomach even felt a little better.
Through the trip I got back into the dark space a few times, but all I had to do to get out of it was to start talking about the people who were not us, who were sober. That was all it took to get me feeling better. It was, in a way, escape. By occupying my mind the rest of the trip, the parts that scared me, disappeared. I sort of ignored them.
On the comedown, when everything was becoming more and more stable, we watched a stupid film and I found myself completely perplexed over the motivations of the characters. I couldn't understand why they cared what other people thought or even why they cared about anything at all. I was in a sort of happy nihilistic state, where nothing mattered but I was okay with that.
Here are a few questions that I hope someone will be able to answer.
When tripping I seem to feel most comfortable when talking. My girlfriend, on the other hand, feels very uncomfortable when talking. Is that something I should think about? Is either position unusual? Does it say something about me and her?
What are some good ways to lessen the chances of nausea? We ate some raw ginger beforehand, but that didn't seem to work this time. Are there some foods that it's good to eat while tripping? During the comedown I usually start to feel anxious for it to end because I start feeling hungry. Is it maybe better not to fast before tripping?
How can I properly "let go" or "stop resisting" without distracting myself from the trip? I've heard people talking about it, but I wonder if there are any clearer instructions.
Thank you for reading.