LoveTheUniverse
Rising Star
It's been a while since I've written up a report, I've had some great and ineffable experiences over the last few months but nothing this intense so I thought it'd be worth mentioning... I pieced this together from my initial writeup I sent to a few friends the day after it happened with additions of what I've remembered over the week... Sorry in advance if it's a bit choppy.
Panaeolus Cyanescens: Me and my girlfriend (M) thought we'd test these out as they had been sitting around for a while. 1 gram, which the consensus would agree being the equivalent of a 3g cubensis trip... Before I start getting into it, I'm quite experienced. Growing my own shrooms has given me the opportunity to take heavy doses regularly. On nights when people around me have lost their shit on 2g, I've been pretty steady on about 5g (in addition to a lot of weed)...
Probably should mention: we were both completely sober, stable and respectful prior to the trip. Dosed up on a mg scale... Far from reckless.
We each take 1g of powdered P. Cyans right on 6pm... Effects start kicking in after about 10-20 minutes. I know something isn't right when *M*, who seems to metabolise shrooms differently (needing an extra gram or so to catch up) agrees things are coming on fast.
I was actually starting to get a bit anxious as it was not the standard trippy feeling. I knew this was going to be intense but instead of things melting, breathing etc, things became really disorientating. I thought "I'm going to have a bad trip, I'm not going to be able to keep my shit together but I'll try not to freak out M". I've had plenty of unnerving trips before, but not at 20 mins in (knowing the peak is going to knock me around hard).
So before an hour had past, the bad trip was on... It wasn't the mental aspect but the physical aspects that were starting to scare me. We were feeling sick and being totally fucked (intoxicated) wasn't helping especially while the psychedelic terror was edging in. I thought "I'm gonna go outside, lay on the ground, get some air and hopefully things will be less overwhelming".
I pace around for a while, laying outside isn't going to help...I sit down and it feels like I can't co-ordinate my hands so well, I have to 'concentrate' to breath and I'm scared my body is going to let out on me. I was hoping that time would speed up, everything would pass through my system and I would be fine but I started to enter the void.
I remember on the come-up I felt really fucking cold (and sick), shivering while wearing a jumper and wrapped in a blanket. I went for a shower to warm up which sincerely made me nervous. Patterns on the tiles morphed ridiculously like I was *totally* powerless over hallucinations. As real as I see this text on a screen. The 'breathing' of the shower seemed like it was going to come to life and wrap around my body like some mental molestation. Really creepy.
Afterwards, with M in the background starting to freak out we just agree "things are really bad", I was on my way to the bedroom and hoped I could sleep it off or something.
I don't know if anyone else has witnessed psychedelic induced "palsy hands", it's scary to see it happen to other people, but terrifying to think it's next on the agenda of the night... Things became even more confusing, I was struggling physically.
The trip: My whole perception was skewed, I could hardly tell where I was which became totally overwhelming in the worst way, I was hoping I wouldn't lose my shit/pass out etc. Instead of trails, my vision starting jolting or strobing/delaying... It was like I could feel the drug circulating through my body - with each heartbeat time or perception slowed/fastened. I had *complete* auditory hallucinations and I'm surely not exaggerating this, if anything it was way more intense than what I could portray. I walked past the TV and sound turned. The warping was like time stretching. Think of a tape playing and then slowing down while the chews (dropping an octave/tone) and then catching up. The voices on the TV sounded alien, I could not interpret plain English... Language, time, etc etc was exiting my world and a new level of ego-death was emerging.
We laid down on the bed as I knew my body wasn't going to function in terms of walking, talking or in general doing anything other than let out on me... My "rationalising" was 'try to sleep it off'. This was 7pm! One hour had past... The bedroom was hell... Nothing more than; "let's ride this out, and 'hopefully' we'll come out of this fine"... I knew it wasn't going to happen, but there isn't much else to do.
The room was trippy, things were glitching and occasionally vision was processing like a smashed TV set. I was facing the most intense psychedelic terror I've ever been through... We were questioning what the fuck had happened, trapped in a timeless void... Everything was put into question and not as some general night of tripping - discussing theories of the universe with friends type stuff - but trying to gain piece of sanity through reasoning... The Brain in Vat theory was ringing through my head... Questioning our age, work, family, existence to try to get a grip that in some point in our life, we did have grounding because the whole "we took a drug" didn't hold much rationality.
My ego was torn to shit... I know people talk about “ego death” and I’ve been there before, but this was 10 times as intense. I could feel myself concentrating on breathing, like I was nothing more than an organism trying to stay alive, no different to a tree or bacteria. As if my existence was to take in air, warmth and the occasional nutrients. And considering that - without ego - is a mindfuck.
I could feel myself cycling in and out of 'consciousness', like every now and then I would come up 'for a breath'; you know: wide eyed and amazed and then back to the terror. I could articulate something for a second and then the next wave would come over me. I was starting to lose control of my arms like I had pins and needles, I was 'clammy' all over, feeling the lack of blood flow in my arms and though I could feel things weren't right, I couldn't physically correct it.
M, sitting next to me, at some point said "you don't look alright, you're shaking pretty bad". I said something like "things are surely *fucked up*, I can't function my arms too well but I can feel that I'm physically calm and that I'm not shaking"... She started crying and doing a "fuck, fuck, fuck you're scaring the shit out of me what am I going to do"... The explanation was something along the lines of:- I was convulsing, and nodding unconscious.
We had a good idea of time, knowing we started at 6pm... We came out of the bedroom at about 9pm... The fact we endured that shit for over 2 hours is just amazing. M said "I was certain I'd be sincerely going to the mental institution, that I was never going to come out of this trip and be insane for life"... I had the thoughts of "I need to kill myself to get out of this" and even then; I believed my mind would still exist above my corpse like a projection only spending an eternity insane. It seemed so real, more real than anything I've experienced in life. We snapped out of the trip simultaneously, out of nowhere it was over like someone flicked a switch.
I think that's about it... I remember coming out of the trip feeling profound, we had a good laugh about everything.
However: This was the scariest night in my life... I feel that, if someone put a gun to my face and threatened to kill me, it wouldn't even register on a level of terror in comparison. I just hope I can take something out of it... The feelings are fading, I don't want to be ignorant to my thankfulness that I've got a piece of sanity.
Panaeolus Cyanescens: Me and my girlfriend (M) thought we'd test these out as they had been sitting around for a while. 1 gram, which the consensus would agree being the equivalent of a 3g cubensis trip... Before I start getting into it, I'm quite experienced. Growing my own shrooms has given me the opportunity to take heavy doses regularly. On nights when people around me have lost their shit on 2g, I've been pretty steady on about 5g (in addition to a lot of weed)...
Probably should mention: we were both completely sober, stable and respectful prior to the trip. Dosed up on a mg scale... Far from reckless.
We each take 1g of powdered P. Cyans right on 6pm... Effects start kicking in after about 10-20 minutes. I know something isn't right when *M*, who seems to metabolise shrooms differently (needing an extra gram or so to catch up) agrees things are coming on fast.
I was actually starting to get a bit anxious as it was not the standard trippy feeling. I knew this was going to be intense but instead of things melting, breathing etc, things became really disorientating. I thought "I'm going to have a bad trip, I'm not going to be able to keep my shit together but I'll try not to freak out M". I've had plenty of unnerving trips before, but not at 20 mins in (knowing the peak is going to knock me around hard).
So before an hour had past, the bad trip was on... It wasn't the mental aspect but the physical aspects that were starting to scare me. We were feeling sick and being totally fucked (intoxicated) wasn't helping especially while the psychedelic terror was edging in. I thought "I'm gonna go outside, lay on the ground, get some air and hopefully things will be less overwhelming".
I pace around for a while, laying outside isn't going to help...I sit down and it feels like I can't co-ordinate my hands so well, I have to 'concentrate' to breath and I'm scared my body is going to let out on me. I was hoping that time would speed up, everything would pass through my system and I would be fine but I started to enter the void.
I remember on the come-up I felt really fucking cold (and sick), shivering while wearing a jumper and wrapped in a blanket. I went for a shower to warm up which sincerely made me nervous. Patterns on the tiles morphed ridiculously like I was *totally* powerless over hallucinations. As real as I see this text on a screen. The 'breathing' of the shower seemed like it was going to come to life and wrap around my body like some mental molestation. Really creepy.
Afterwards, with M in the background starting to freak out we just agree "things are really bad", I was on my way to the bedroom and hoped I could sleep it off or something.
I don't know if anyone else has witnessed psychedelic induced "palsy hands", it's scary to see it happen to other people, but terrifying to think it's next on the agenda of the night... Things became even more confusing, I was struggling physically.
The trip: My whole perception was skewed, I could hardly tell where I was which became totally overwhelming in the worst way, I was hoping I wouldn't lose my shit/pass out etc. Instead of trails, my vision starting jolting or strobing/delaying... It was like I could feel the drug circulating through my body - with each heartbeat time or perception slowed/fastened. I had *complete* auditory hallucinations and I'm surely not exaggerating this, if anything it was way more intense than what I could portray. I walked past the TV and sound turned. The warping was like time stretching. Think of a tape playing and then slowing down while the chews (dropping an octave/tone) and then catching up. The voices on the TV sounded alien, I could not interpret plain English... Language, time, etc etc was exiting my world and a new level of ego-death was emerging.
We laid down on the bed as I knew my body wasn't going to function in terms of walking, talking or in general doing anything other than let out on me... My "rationalising" was 'try to sleep it off'. This was 7pm! One hour had past... The bedroom was hell... Nothing more than; "let's ride this out, and 'hopefully' we'll come out of this fine"... I knew it wasn't going to happen, but there isn't much else to do.
The room was trippy, things were glitching and occasionally vision was processing like a smashed TV set. I was facing the most intense psychedelic terror I've ever been through... We were questioning what the fuck had happened, trapped in a timeless void... Everything was put into question and not as some general night of tripping - discussing theories of the universe with friends type stuff - but trying to gain piece of sanity through reasoning... The Brain in Vat theory was ringing through my head... Questioning our age, work, family, existence to try to get a grip that in some point in our life, we did have grounding because the whole "we took a drug" didn't hold much rationality.
My ego was torn to shit... I know people talk about “ego death” and I’ve been there before, but this was 10 times as intense. I could feel myself concentrating on breathing, like I was nothing more than an organism trying to stay alive, no different to a tree or bacteria. As if my existence was to take in air, warmth and the occasional nutrients. And considering that - without ego - is a mindfuck.
I could feel myself cycling in and out of 'consciousness', like every now and then I would come up 'for a breath'; you know: wide eyed and amazed and then back to the terror. I could articulate something for a second and then the next wave would come over me. I was starting to lose control of my arms like I had pins and needles, I was 'clammy' all over, feeling the lack of blood flow in my arms and though I could feel things weren't right, I couldn't physically correct it.
M, sitting next to me, at some point said "you don't look alright, you're shaking pretty bad". I said something like "things are surely *fucked up*, I can't function my arms too well but I can feel that I'm physically calm and that I'm not shaking"... She started crying and doing a "fuck, fuck, fuck you're scaring the shit out of me what am I going to do"... The explanation was something along the lines of:- I was convulsing, and nodding unconscious.
We had a good idea of time, knowing we started at 6pm... We came out of the bedroom at about 9pm... The fact we endured that shit for over 2 hours is just amazing. M said "I was certain I'd be sincerely going to the mental institution, that I was never going to come out of this trip and be insane for life"... I had the thoughts of "I need to kill myself to get out of this" and even then; I believed my mind would still exist above my corpse like a projection only spending an eternity insane. It seemed so real, more real than anything I've experienced in life. We snapped out of the trip simultaneously, out of nowhere it was over like someone flicked a switch.
I think that's about it... I remember coming out of the trip feeling profound, we had a good laugh about everything.
However: This was the scariest night in my life... I feel that, if someone put a gun to my face and threatened to kill me, it wouldn't even register on a level of terror in comparison. I just hope I can take something out of it... The feelings are fading, I don't want to be ignorant to my thankfulness that I've got a piece of sanity.