Foromorian
Rising Star
Soooo I finally made it to a forum to talk about things that have happened so far. Let me start from the beginning though. I was messing with some 4ACO-DMT and my friend suggested I actually try to do shrooms. So I did. My friend like every good friend was very careful with me, they just told me to have a stem here half a bulb there. They gave me a lot though. After 3 times doing this I got frustrated and had the "Fuck it" moment. I ended up taking about 4-5g of shrooms I think (2 hefty ones).
I ended up going through a big trip, but it was fun. I just decided to treat it like a rollercoaster and let whatever happen happen. That is normally how I handle some things with dreaming and I figured the same applied here.
Anyway this is how that trip went.
I met something I now consider a jester. Though it was not a clown sort of jester just geometric patterns. Sharp edges, green and white shapes, put together like stained glass. It was sharp and at one point I opened my eyes. My room turned into muppet material reality. That felt that all the muppets are made out of on Sesame Street. I laughed with a smile and closed my eyes thinking it was a fun hallucination. I ended up going through a black pool of water. The green and white geometrics being reflected off it. From there it was all blackness.
Of course the trip did not end there. I ended up feeling like I was on a ride along of I guess a spy in a castle room. He and I guess (Kind of hard to tell which) were looking for forbidden knowledge, things I was not supposed to know. I was at a desk scrambling through lots of papers trying to find the one with the right information on it, knowing I was on a time limit. The time limit ran out, the only thing I heard was the twang of a crossbow and the projectile felt pointy like a bolt. I opened my eyes and found myself in sleep paralysis. My first though 'Oh I think I died.' The sleep paralysis did not help my situation but I stayed calm and ran through the checks and eventually figured out I was fine. It was a jarring experience though.
Then that is when I thought the whole thing was going to settle down. Ya, no I was wrong. At first it seemed fine. I was in a ocean or large body of water. I was floating right between where the dark and light were there I was right in the middle of the two. I remember staring at the light and just relaxing, not thinking too much just simply being there. I then got grabbed by an octupus. The only reason I knew it was an octupus is because I saw tentacles and in the middle teeth. That was it though. I opened my eyes again and this time just said woah to myself. In my meditations I have often been killed or eaten and I have always seen this as a renewal, so I decided to treat the trip killing me the same way. I was already in it, may as well lay what I know into with the vibe.
I closed my eyes again and this time I saw all red. Just everything was red. I kind of just remember thinking oooook... . Then the red move to the side and there was blackness. A serpenty dragon was there. He floated through the cosmos like a snake through grass. He looked completely at home and just meaning to be there. I did not do anything with him and just sat there and watched. Even thinking about it again I get some emotions well up in me that seem weird because those emotions are evolving more and more over time. I think that was the lesson.
To this day I know what I did was reckless, not testing the waters before jumping in properly. I have a bit of history with astral plaining and psychic work, but I can never say it was a healthy experience. I am so grateful I had my 'fuck it' moment because I feel different even while writing this. I think shrooms made a lifelong fan from this point because through out life this has been the one thing that broken through all my walls and helped me. I feel like the trip was constructive even when destructive, it loved even when it hated, and it told me everything is going to be alright. Also don't take yourself too seriously.
I hope you enjoyed my story. And I wish you all a wonderful day and safe trip.
I ended up going through a big trip, but it was fun. I just decided to treat it like a rollercoaster and let whatever happen happen. That is normally how I handle some things with dreaming and I figured the same applied here.
Anyway this is how that trip went.
I met something I now consider a jester. Though it was not a clown sort of jester just geometric patterns. Sharp edges, green and white shapes, put together like stained glass. It was sharp and at one point I opened my eyes. My room turned into muppet material reality. That felt that all the muppets are made out of on Sesame Street. I laughed with a smile and closed my eyes thinking it was a fun hallucination. I ended up going through a black pool of water. The green and white geometrics being reflected off it. From there it was all blackness.
Of course the trip did not end there. I ended up feeling like I was on a ride along of I guess a spy in a castle room. He and I guess (Kind of hard to tell which) were looking for forbidden knowledge, things I was not supposed to know. I was at a desk scrambling through lots of papers trying to find the one with the right information on it, knowing I was on a time limit. The time limit ran out, the only thing I heard was the twang of a crossbow and the projectile felt pointy like a bolt. I opened my eyes and found myself in sleep paralysis. My first though 'Oh I think I died.' The sleep paralysis did not help my situation but I stayed calm and ran through the checks and eventually figured out I was fine. It was a jarring experience though.
Then that is when I thought the whole thing was going to settle down. Ya, no I was wrong. At first it seemed fine. I was in a ocean or large body of water. I was floating right between where the dark and light were there I was right in the middle of the two. I remember staring at the light and just relaxing, not thinking too much just simply being there. I then got grabbed by an octupus. The only reason I knew it was an octupus is because I saw tentacles and in the middle teeth. That was it though. I opened my eyes again and this time just said woah to myself. In my meditations I have often been killed or eaten and I have always seen this as a renewal, so I decided to treat the trip killing me the same way. I was already in it, may as well lay what I know into with the vibe.
I closed my eyes again and this time I saw all red. Just everything was red. I kind of just remember thinking oooook... . Then the red move to the side and there was blackness. A serpenty dragon was there. He floated through the cosmos like a snake through grass. He looked completely at home and just meaning to be there. I did not do anything with him and just sat there and watched. Even thinking about it again I get some emotions well up in me that seem weird because those emotions are evolving more and more over time. I think that was the lesson.
To this day I know what I did was reckless, not testing the waters before jumping in properly. I have a bit of history with astral plaining and psychic work, but I can never say it was a healthy experience. I am so grateful I had my 'fuck it' moment because I feel different even while writing this. I think shrooms made a lifelong fan from this point because through out life this has been the one thing that broken through all my walls and helped me. I feel like the trip was constructive even when destructive, it loved even when it hated, and it told me everything is going to be alright. Also don't take yourself too seriously.
I hope you enjoyed my story. And I wish you all a wonderful day and safe trip.
