tryptonaut
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What I experienced last saturday was my first ever out-of-body spiritual experience - absolutely mind-bending.
I had thought that I had already seen everything there is to see from shrooms, but it turned out I was wrong.
The dose:
I recalled from Albert Hofmann's book "LSD my problem child" that the female curandera Maria Sabina had dosed herself with 6 pairs of shrooms, that is 12 shrooms total (I found out later she had actually taken psilocybin pills containing the amount of 16 shrooms, but I'm glad I falsely remembered 12...)
I thought I'd try that amount and took 12 nicely grown shrooms (they had been picked from the azarius grow box a few days ago and were dry already). I decided to add another 2 shrooms because some of them were only medium sized - so I got 14 in total which I cut and made a tea from (with some peppermint tea).
I let the tea soak for almost 30 minutes, then drank it.
The effects:
It came on pretty quick - I could feel the onset even before I had finished the cup of tea (took me about 15 minutes because of the strong shroom taste). After finishing the drink, I turned on some music (Zion Train Soundsystem) and lay back on the bed.
The next thing I remember is when I realized I'm on a full-blown trip already. It had taken me away without notice, there had not been any warning signs, I had been instantly blown away into another world.
I don't remember everything, but what I remember is sitting "next to me", realizing that I'm normally caught in my body, therefore not being able to listen to music in another reality than my own reality - I can't describe it, I don't even fully understand it now, but it was plain and clear at that moment. I felt like I was missing something all the time being caught in only one reality.
I had this same (almost same) experience two times, interrupted by passages which I don't remember.
Then I suddenly said to myself: "OK, so now you're dead!" And it was absolutely clear that I am dead. There was nothing frightening about it, I just accepted it and thought it was interesting. At that point I had totally forgotten where I was or what I was doing. I can't say if my eyes were closed or open, it didn't matter, I guess. I didn't see my room or anything, I saw places where I had been in the past - like in a very vivid dream, yet different, more realistic.
I also remember seeing a friend of mine who, after I had "discovered" I was dead, told me: "Of course you're dead, you have been dead forever. Haven't you ever noticed?"
(Funny side-note: this friend of mine has never taken any drugs in his life and he's not at all spiritual or anything)
I also remember saying "help me" as I was slowly brought back into reality. It wasn't a fearful call for help though, I can't say why I said it, but I was feeling good at the time.
Suddenly I woke up and I was back in my room. It was 3 at night, the music seemed to play pretty loud and my window was open - at this point fear struck me: What had I been doing? Maybe I had been calling for help at the top of my lungs, waking all the neighbours? I got up, switched off the music, switched off the lights and ran to the bathroom, hiding in the dark, trying to calm down.
After some time I realized that none of my neighbours were awake and I could convince myself that I'm not a raging psychopath, that I will soon be back to normal, doing my work and being respected by colleagues and friends.
Having calmed down I was able to think about what I had experienced - a whole philosophical system seemed to have opened up. What could it mean that I "had already been dead forever"? I must have been reborn many times, then this statement would make sense.
Remember I was still tripping hard and all these thoughts struck me like lightning - I was feeling joy and thankfulness, up to the point where I was sitting on the floor in my dark room, my hands up at my forehead (like in an asian "thank"-pose) feeling the energy flow. With eyes closed I could even see as a white light the energy that built up between my head and my hands.
This was by far the most religious, spiritual and energizing experience I have ever made. I'm not yet convinced that any of these theories (being re-born and such) is true - but it made so much sense that night, it's unbelievable!
P.S.: Re-reading this I realize that this description doesn't nearly reflect the emotions involved, nor the feeling of the strange flight through dream-land. The fear I described was extremely intense, but so much more was the thankfulness and happiness aftwards. Just not possible to write down...
I had thought that I had already seen everything there is to see from shrooms, but it turned out I was wrong.
The dose:
I recalled from Albert Hofmann's book "LSD my problem child" that the female curandera Maria Sabina had dosed herself with 6 pairs of shrooms, that is 12 shrooms total (I found out later she had actually taken psilocybin pills containing the amount of 16 shrooms, but I'm glad I falsely remembered 12...)
I thought I'd try that amount and took 12 nicely grown shrooms (they had been picked from the azarius grow box a few days ago and were dry already). I decided to add another 2 shrooms because some of them were only medium sized - so I got 14 in total which I cut and made a tea from (with some peppermint tea).
I let the tea soak for almost 30 minutes, then drank it.
The effects:
It came on pretty quick - I could feel the onset even before I had finished the cup of tea (took me about 15 minutes because of the strong shroom taste). After finishing the drink, I turned on some music (Zion Train Soundsystem) and lay back on the bed.
The next thing I remember is when I realized I'm on a full-blown trip already. It had taken me away without notice, there had not been any warning signs, I had been instantly blown away into another world.
I don't remember everything, but what I remember is sitting "next to me", realizing that I'm normally caught in my body, therefore not being able to listen to music in another reality than my own reality - I can't describe it, I don't even fully understand it now, but it was plain and clear at that moment. I felt like I was missing something all the time being caught in only one reality.
I had this same (almost same) experience two times, interrupted by passages which I don't remember.
Then I suddenly said to myself: "OK, so now you're dead!" And it was absolutely clear that I am dead. There was nothing frightening about it, I just accepted it and thought it was interesting. At that point I had totally forgotten where I was or what I was doing. I can't say if my eyes were closed or open, it didn't matter, I guess. I didn't see my room or anything, I saw places where I had been in the past - like in a very vivid dream, yet different, more realistic.
I also remember seeing a friend of mine who, after I had "discovered" I was dead, told me: "Of course you're dead, you have been dead forever. Haven't you ever noticed?"
(Funny side-note: this friend of mine has never taken any drugs in his life and he's not at all spiritual or anything)
I also remember saying "help me" as I was slowly brought back into reality. It wasn't a fearful call for help though, I can't say why I said it, but I was feeling good at the time.
Suddenly I woke up and I was back in my room. It was 3 at night, the music seemed to play pretty loud and my window was open - at this point fear struck me: What had I been doing? Maybe I had been calling for help at the top of my lungs, waking all the neighbours? I got up, switched off the music, switched off the lights and ran to the bathroom, hiding in the dark, trying to calm down.
After some time I realized that none of my neighbours were awake and I could convince myself that I'm not a raging psychopath, that I will soon be back to normal, doing my work and being respected by colleagues and friends.
Having calmed down I was able to think about what I had experienced - a whole philosophical system seemed to have opened up. What could it mean that I "had already been dead forever"? I must have been reborn many times, then this statement would make sense.
Remember I was still tripping hard and all these thoughts struck me like lightning - I was feeling joy and thankfulness, up to the point where I was sitting on the floor in my dark room, my hands up at my forehead (like in an asian "thank"-pose) feeling the energy flow. With eyes closed I could even see as a white light the energy that built up between my head and my hands.
This was by far the most religious, spiritual and energizing experience I have ever made. I'm not yet convinced that any of these theories (being re-born and such) is true - but it made so much sense that night, it's unbelievable!
P.S.: Re-reading this I realize that this description doesn't nearly reflect the emotions involved, nor the feeling of the strange flight through dream-land. The fear I described was extremely intense, but so much more was the thankfulness and happiness aftwards. Just not possible to write down...
