I quit smoking cannabis since last sunday, and yesterday I decided to eat the last mushroom I had left in the fridge to ease the craving. I must say I also quit smoking cigarettes since sunday.
The trip was overwhelming and extremely visual (for mushrooms): shadow shifting, light breaking into spectra forming fractals on the carpet...
I had no craving to smoke weed, but I needed a cigarette badly. I decided not to smoke and thought of a cigarette as an exit window in case the trip got to hard, so I could explore at ease.
I was having deep conversations with my sitter (I didn't intend to have a sitter, but he knocked on the door when I was eating the mushroom. We looked at pictures of the little house he builded himself and it was all so beautiful.
When he left (2 hours tripping now) I decided to go lie down on my bed in the dark. I couldn't concentrate, the room was too bright because of the street lights. The lights were flashing very fast, and I remebered street lights do oscillate, but so fast it seems like a constant flow of light.
I thought of some janitor in a grey overall. He was walking trough some kind of room with a lot of drawers. The room was my mind. I spent the rest of the trip opening every drawer, taking out the idea or concept that was in it, unfolded it, broke it, and re-assembled it... I even touched memories of drinking mother's milk, and decided to close that drawer again. (I've heared of people suddenly remembering their birth and developping claustrophobia).
I couldn't sleep and went down to watch a Simpsons episode I already had seen (the one with Homer and his grunge band.) The trip came slowly to an end and I went to sleep.
And all this from ONE mushroom (see pic)
The trip was overwhelming and extremely visual (for mushrooms): shadow shifting, light breaking into spectra forming fractals on the carpet...
I had no craving to smoke weed, but I needed a cigarette badly. I decided not to smoke and thought of a cigarette as an exit window in case the trip got to hard, so I could explore at ease.
I was having deep conversations with my sitter (I didn't intend to have a sitter, but he knocked on the door when I was eating the mushroom. We looked at pictures of the little house he builded himself and it was all so beautiful.
When he left (2 hours tripping now) I decided to go lie down on my bed in the dark. I couldn't concentrate, the room was too bright because of the street lights. The lights were flashing very fast, and I remebered street lights do oscillate, but so fast it seems like a constant flow of light.
I thought of some janitor in a grey overall. He was walking trough some kind of room with a lot of drawers. The room was my mind. I spent the rest of the trip opening every drawer, taking out the idea or concept that was in it, unfolded it, broke it, and re-assembled it... I even touched memories of drinking mother's milk, and decided to close that drawer again. (I've heared of people suddenly remembering their birth and developping claustrophobia).
I couldn't sleep and went down to watch a Simpsons episode I already had seen (the one with Homer and his grunge band.) The trip came slowly to an end and I went to sleep.
And all this from ONE mushroom (see pic)