AquaSpirit
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Hi, I’m sharing with you what must have been my very best mushroom experience, I hope I can join photos to show a bit of the setting !
The evening was pretty boring, people were taking too many MDMA pills and drinking too much, they were getting into arguments and vomiting, not the best vibe. Around 2 AM, my girlfriend decided to go sleep in the tent. While waiting, I chatted with a few cool people while rolling and smoking joints. I wasn’t sure at first, but I kept leaning towards it, especially given the peaceful location and the quiet I would have by morning. Around 4:30 AM, I figured it would be the perfect moment for a strong dose of mushrooms. The sun’s light was starting to peek through around 5:00–5:30 AM. I would be alone, but I knew my gf would be there in case of an emergency and would eventually wake up. I felt both alone and safe. She had agreed to be my trip-sitter if things went wrong.
I thought it was the right place and the right time to purge the remnants of the long depression I had pulled myself out of this year.
By 4:00 AM, only the calmest people remained. With a guy named J, we decided to make a fire because it was cold. We ended up sitting around the fire together, and J, who studies history and had smoked quite a bit, started talking about primitivism and prehistory. Taking mushrooms in front of a fire really sets the mood.
I felt really good and decided to take 5g of mushrooms. I’d never taken that much before, but I felt surrounded by trustworthy and kind people.
At around 4:30 AM, I dropped the mushrooms and started feeling the effects around 5:00 AM. It hit hard and fast—suddenly, I was extremely stoned and euphoric. I felt very meditative; the fire, the people, the trees—everything took on a different meaning. Everything seemed to sing in harmony, in the classic waves of psychedelics.
I quickly realized I couldn’t communicate properly with my new friends by the fire, so I decided to join my gf in the tent. She had pre-rolled about ten beautiful joints for my trip. At the entrance of the tent, I smoked the first one, then lay down. With my eyes closed, things moved very quickly. Not fractals, but more absurd and artistic things—stylized little elves singing (I could hear their songs), faces laughing, all sorts of flowers and leaves repeating in fractals.
Throughout this, I felt a deep euphoria that I associated with a sense of communion with the concept of Life. I also had the feeling of reconnecting with all the people I had known and loved in my life, feeling immense love for them.
As I continued to enjoy the festival of tryptamine visions and my thoughts mingling and branching off in all directions, always returning to Love, I started to experience waves of intense shivers/spasms. At first, I panicked a bit. The last time I had taken Diazepam was the day before, around 3 PM, and it was probably around 5:30 AM now. Then I realized that, given Diazepam’s half-life, I had no reason to feel withdrawal. I remembered Leary’s book, where he describes intense shakes at high doses of mushrooms. I thought of Kundalini stories, looked at my Diazepam, and decided I didn’t need it. Instead, I’d smoke a joint. It felt like after a good dose of DPT, I thought.
I was worried about embers falling on the tent, and it was still too cold and damp to go outside, so I smoked inside. Big mistake. I immediately felt how disgusting the smoke from the combustion was. Plus, I had the sensation that particles from the plastic tent were mixing with the smoke in a toxic miasma. I poked my head out, took a big breath, and realized it was indeed foul inside. We opened the tent, and then I closed my eyes again.
This time, it was harder. I saw the Insectoid Gods I’d already encountered under DMT and DPT. They were creatures that looked alive but indescribable. The closest comparison would be a mix of Cthulhu and a Praying Mantis. They were huge and full of spikes, but they didn’t seem malevolent. One of them approached and seemed to devour me. I let it happen. In fact, I felt incapable of feeling any anxiety in my state—just pure ecstasy. Once inside it, I saw many past traumas and watched them be vomited out as black tentacles of vomit, arranged in fractals. I checked a lot; I didn’t vomit in real life.
I had the feeling that some form of life was healing me, purging my past suffering to help me step into a new, more positive phase of my life.
Someone in a nearby tent yelled, Is it waking up or what? X asked if I was okay. I replied that it was amazing. She half-slept again, and the shout motivated me to go back to the fire.
I had trouble walking, as if I was drunk, and mentally, it wasn’t confusion—it was more like my mind was completely empty. The only thing I felt was love. I laughed a lot for no reason. Fractals covered my field of vision, which made the walk even harder. I was no longer in a forest, but literally in an alien jungle now. No plant resembled anything terrestrial, and everything danced to the rhythm of a hallucinatory music, mixing with the stream’s chants.
It was very cold, but the fire was salvation. J was still talking about prehistory, and I, feeling more animal than human, felt like I was living through what he was describing while I helped tend the hypnotic fire. The warmth on my forehead created a synthesis of bright red fractals when I closed my eyes. I blessed a joint rolled by my gf the witch, lit it in the fire, smoked it, and lay in the grass near the fire to close my eyes. I repeated this 3 or 4 times over 3 hours.
I was surprised by a deep sense of lucidity and being somewhat functional between various trance moments with my eyes closed, but I still felt very shaky and on the verge of discomfort if I did anything requiring focus, like with DMT/DPT.
First, I saw the inside of the ground, with all the roots of the plants around me. Then they arranged themselves in beautiful geometric patterns and wrapped around me in a hug. I tripped on colors that don’t exist when sober, which I saw in my water bottle. If I didn’t concentrate, it was a festival of absurd visions, but when I focused, real themes appeared (like the root hug).
I was lying on the grass, and every stimulus from the plants and insects around me was magnified to the extreme. The trip was very sensory. Another time, I had the sensation and vision of entering my own body and traveling through it from the inside, swimming through my blood vessels. It was pretty gross, but at the same time, I didn’t attribute any negative quality to it—it wasn’t bad at all. I recognize this archetype I’ve seen before when I’m in sensory overload under high doses of tryptamines—I tend to see bodies or, at least, organic things.
With my eyes open, the trees, with the sunlight behind their leaves, formed an incredible stained-glass cathedral ceiling of sacred patterns from various religions, all intertwined in a sky where air and branches merged into one grand whole, evoking religious feelings.
I realized my state was very close to around 15mg of vaporized DMT, but it didn’t stop—it was pretty amazing. After a while, I regained some control and moved a little closer to the fire. I realized I was hypersensitive to temperature variations, and the heat was incredibly euphoric. I could play with the temperature and my visions. It was funny, and the contrast between the warmth of the fire and the cold dampness of the early morning made me feel like I was hearing Treasure by Cocteau Twins.
Once again, I felt like the plants around me were healing me, and I could hear their spirits singing in a great celebration to welcome me. I went back to check on my gf in the tent, who was half-awake. We shared a joint, and I ate around 50-60mg of THC in homemade hash chocolate. I can’t remember exactly when, but not long after, I took the same dose of space chocolate again. We decided to explore the forest while she woke up more. I smoked another joint and dove back into the visions.
I began to descend from the peak of the trip. It must have been around 9 or 10 AM. The moments of trance became rarer, and I regained a sense of my humanity. The plants started to look familiar again, though everything continued to fractalize for hours. In my demeanor, I had become a child of 8–10 years old again. I felt even more naive than usual, and everything became a game. It felt like I had lost everything I had built when entering adolescence and adulthood. Liberating doesn’t even begin to describe the feelings it gave me.
We first went to a Sacred Spring with a statue of Mary and offerings. We filled our water bottles there, and a very strong sense of religiosity overtook me, but it wasn’t limited to Catholicism. I thought of religions and their various statues and rites as symbols to illustrate the ineffable beauty of what I was experiencing. I remember wondering if meditating your whole life could lead to this kind of inner peace... I hadn’t taken any Valium since the afternoon before, and usually, I take it early .
Other friends joined us, and we continued our walk. I found it really easy to communicate, and we started talking again about some pretty interesting things with J. He’s very knowledgeable about history, and it’s fascinating to listen to him. But another part of my brain was stuck on the fractals I could see everywhere around me. My girlfriend wanted my phone to take pictures of flowers and then draw them. I told her about Sacred Geometry, mentioning that I had a book that teaches how to draw its basic forms. In the moment, it seemed obvious to me to start from these patterns and then build on them to draw the flowers she was photographing. I’ll have to lend her the book.
We were all pretty exhausted, and our water bottles were running low, so we decided to head back to the camp with the fire. I felt like the effects of the cannabis were now clearly outweighing the mushrooms, but I had the impression that the combination had made the cannabis even more psychedelic, even after the mushrooms had started to wear off.
Back at the camp, we did some drawing with my friend, chatted with people, and cleaned up the table from the night before. Those who had taken the most pills started to wake up slowly, and we began organizing our return. A friend we met at the party was especially sweet and agreed to make two trips to the car to take us all to the bus stop. My friend was up for walking and hitchhiking, but since it was offered so kindly, and since I hadn’t slept and was under the effects of cannabis, I didn’t know how to refuse.
At the bus stop, we shared the last joint and noticed that some people had drawn some really cool stuff, like witches and Ghibli characters. We added our own little touch. The bus arrived, and with the return of civilization that I saw through the windows during the ride, I started to come back to myself, but I kept a deep sense of serenity.
Once at home, I took a shower, and I stayed high from the space cake, drifting in psychedelic cannabis CEVs in a half-sleep state until I finally fell into a proper sleep.
I woke up in a good mood, and I remained very meditative in the days that followed, in the best way possible. With all the religious feelings I had experienced, I made sure to ask my loved ones if I seemed coherent the next day. They just found me particularly joyful, but not confused, which reassured me. At times, I had really feared I might flip to the other side and spiral into psychosis.
The evening was pretty boring, people were taking too many MDMA pills and drinking too much, they were getting into arguments and vomiting, not the best vibe. Around 2 AM, my girlfriend decided to go sleep in the tent. While waiting, I chatted with a few cool people while rolling and smoking joints. I wasn’t sure at first, but I kept leaning towards it, especially given the peaceful location and the quiet I would have by morning. Around 4:30 AM, I figured it would be the perfect moment for a strong dose of mushrooms. The sun’s light was starting to peek through around 5:00–5:30 AM. I would be alone, but I knew my gf would be there in case of an emergency and would eventually wake up. I felt both alone and safe. She had agreed to be my trip-sitter if things went wrong.
I thought it was the right place and the right time to purge the remnants of the long depression I had pulled myself out of this year.
By 4:00 AM, only the calmest people remained. With a guy named J, we decided to make a fire because it was cold. We ended up sitting around the fire together, and J, who studies history and had smoked quite a bit, started talking about primitivism and prehistory. Taking mushrooms in front of a fire really sets the mood.
I felt really good and decided to take 5g of mushrooms. I’d never taken that much before, but I felt surrounded by trustworthy and kind people.
At around 4:30 AM, I dropped the mushrooms and started feeling the effects around 5:00 AM. It hit hard and fast—suddenly, I was extremely stoned and euphoric. I felt very meditative; the fire, the people, the trees—everything took on a different meaning. Everything seemed to sing in harmony, in the classic waves of psychedelics.
I quickly realized I couldn’t communicate properly with my new friends by the fire, so I decided to join my gf in the tent. She had pre-rolled about ten beautiful joints for my trip. At the entrance of the tent, I smoked the first one, then lay down. With my eyes closed, things moved very quickly. Not fractals, but more absurd and artistic things—stylized little elves singing (I could hear their songs), faces laughing, all sorts of flowers and leaves repeating in fractals.
Throughout this, I felt a deep euphoria that I associated with a sense of communion with the concept of Life. I also had the feeling of reconnecting with all the people I had known and loved in my life, feeling immense love for them.
As I continued to enjoy the festival of tryptamine visions and my thoughts mingling and branching off in all directions, always returning to Love, I started to experience waves of intense shivers/spasms. At first, I panicked a bit. The last time I had taken Diazepam was the day before, around 3 PM, and it was probably around 5:30 AM now. Then I realized that, given Diazepam’s half-life, I had no reason to feel withdrawal. I remembered Leary’s book, where he describes intense shakes at high doses of mushrooms. I thought of Kundalini stories, looked at my Diazepam, and decided I didn’t need it. Instead, I’d smoke a joint. It felt like after a good dose of DPT, I thought.
I was worried about embers falling on the tent, and it was still too cold and damp to go outside, so I smoked inside. Big mistake. I immediately felt how disgusting the smoke from the combustion was. Plus, I had the sensation that particles from the plastic tent were mixing with the smoke in a toxic miasma. I poked my head out, took a big breath, and realized it was indeed foul inside. We opened the tent, and then I closed my eyes again.
This time, it was harder. I saw the Insectoid Gods I’d already encountered under DMT and DPT. They were creatures that looked alive but indescribable. The closest comparison would be a mix of Cthulhu and a Praying Mantis. They were huge and full of spikes, but they didn’t seem malevolent. One of them approached and seemed to devour me. I let it happen. In fact, I felt incapable of feeling any anxiety in my state—just pure ecstasy. Once inside it, I saw many past traumas and watched them be vomited out as black tentacles of vomit, arranged in fractals. I checked a lot; I didn’t vomit in real life.
I had the feeling that some form of life was healing me, purging my past suffering to help me step into a new, more positive phase of my life.
Someone in a nearby tent yelled, Is it waking up or what? X asked if I was okay. I replied that it was amazing. She half-slept again, and the shout motivated me to go back to the fire.
I had trouble walking, as if I was drunk, and mentally, it wasn’t confusion—it was more like my mind was completely empty. The only thing I felt was love. I laughed a lot for no reason. Fractals covered my field of vision, which made the walk even harder. I was no longer in a forest, but literally in an alien jungle now. No plant resembled anything terrestrial, and everything danced to the rhythm of a hallucinatory music, mixing with the stream’s chants.
It was very cold, but the fire was salvation. J was still talking about prehistory, and I, feeling more animal than human, felt like I was living through what he was describing while I helped tend the hypnotic fire. The warmth on my forehead created a synthesis of bright red fractals when I closed my eyes. I blessed a joint rolled by my gf the witch, lit it in the fire, smoked it, and lay in the grass near the fire to close my eyes. I repeated this 3 or 4 times over 3 hours.
I was surprised by a deep sense of lucidity and being somewhat functional between various trance moments with my eyes closed, but I still felt very shaky and on the verge of discomfort if I did anything requiring focus, like with DMT/DPT.
First, I saw the inside of the ground, with all the roots of the plants around me. Then they arranged themselves in beautiful geometric patterns and wrapped around me in a hug. I tripped on colors that don’t exist when sober, which I saw in my water bottle. If I didn’t concentrate, it was a festival of absurd visions, but when I focused, real themes appeared (like the root hug).
I was lying on the grass, and every stimulus from the plants and insects around me was magnified to the extreme. The trip was very sensory. Another time, I had the sensation and vision of entering my own body and traveling through it from the inside, swimming through my blood vessels. It was pretty gross, but at the same time, I didn’t attribute any negative quality to it—it wasn’t bad at all. I recognize this archetype I’ve seen before when I’m in sensory overload under high doses of tryptamines—I tend to see bodies or, at least, organic things.
With my eyes open, the trees, with the sunlight behind their leaves, formed an incredible stained-glass cathedral ceiling of sacred patterns from various religions, all intertwined in a sky where air and branches merged into one grand whole, evoking religious feelings.
I realized my state was very close to around 15mg of vaporized DMT, but it didn’t stop—it was pretty amazing. After a while, I regained some control and moved a little closer to the fire. I realized I was hypersensitive to temperature variations, and the heat was incredibly euphoric. I could play with the temperature and my visions. It was funny, and the contrast between the warmth of the fire and the cold dampness of the early morning made me feel like I was hearing Treasure by Cocteau Twins.
Once again, I felt like the plants around me were healing me, and I could hear their spirits singing in a great celebration to welcome me. I went back to check on my gf in the tent, who was half-awake. We shared a joint, and I ate around 50-60mg of THC in homemade hash chocolate. I can’t remember exactly when, but not long after, I took the same dose of space chocolate again. We decided to explore the forest while she woke up more. I smoked another joint and dove back into the visions.
I began to descend from the peak of the trip. It must have been around 9 or 10 AM. The moments of trance became rarer, and I regained a sense of my humanity. The plants started to look familiar again, though everything continued to fractalize for hours. In my demeanor, I had become a child of 8–10 years old again. I felt even more naive than usual, and everything became a game. It felt like I had lost everything I had built when entering adolescence and adulthood. Liberating doesn’t even begin to describe the feelings it gave me.
We first went to a Sacred Spring with a statue of Mary and offerings. We filled our water bottles there, and a very strong sense of religiosity overtook me, but it wasn’t limited to Catholicism. I thought of religions and their various statues and rites as symbols to illustrate the ineffable beauty of what I was experiencing. I remember wondering if meditating your whole life could lead to this kind of inner peace... I hadn’t taken any Valium since the afternoon before, and usually, I take it early .
Other friends joined us, and we continued our walk. I found it really easy to communicate, and we started talking again about some pretty interesting things with J. He’s very knowledgeable about history, and it’s fascinating to listen to him. But another part of my brain was stuck on the fractals I could see everywhere around me. My girlfriend wanted my phone to take pictures of flowers and then draw them. I told her about Sacred Geometry, mentioning that I had a book that teaches how to draw its basic forms. In the moment, it seemed obvious to me to start from these patterns and then build on them to draw the flowers she was photographing. I’ll have to lend her the book.
We were all pretty exhausted, and our water bottles were running low, so we decided to head back to the camp with the fire. I felt like the effects of the cannabis were now clearly outweighing the mushrooms, but I had the impression that the combination had made the cannabis even more psychedelic, even after the mushrooms had started to wear off.
Back at the camp, we did some drawing with my friend, chatted with people, and cleaned up the table from the night before. Those who had taken the most pills started to wake up slowly, and we began organizing our return. A friend we met at the party was especially sweet and agreed to make two trips to the car to take us all to the bus stop. My friend was up for walking and hitchhiking, but since it was offered so kindly, and since I hadn’t slept and was under the effects of cannabis, I didn’t know how to refuse.
At the bus stop, we shared the last joint and noticed that some people had drawn some really cool stuff, like witches and Ghibli characters. We added our own little touch. The bus arrived, and with the return of civilization that I saw through the windows during the ride, I started to come back to myself, but I kept a deep sense of serenity.
Once at home, I took a shower, and I stayed high from the space cake, drifting in psychedelic cannabis CEVs in a half-sleep state until I finally fell into a proper sleep.
I woke up in a good mood, and I remained very meditative in the days that followed, in the best way possible. With all the religious feelings I had experienced, I made sure to ask my loved ones if I seemed coherent the next day. They just found me particularly joyful, but not confused, which reassured me. At times, I had really feared I might flip to the other side and spiral into psychosis.
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