DOSE:	3 g	oral	Cannabis	(edible / food)
	10 g	oral	Mushrooms

BODY WEIGHT:

74 kg

Background:

I began taking weed around June and had my first experience with psilocybin mushrooms in September. I took 3g, and it was a bad trip due to my brother taking us to his friend’s house to open up about how much of a failure he was, the issues he was facing and our family problems.

This was made worse when my brother’s girlfriend arrived and was angry at him for taking mushies. I thought they were going to break up. The setting was negative, and this ruined our whole trip. I gave mushies another chance, though. My second trip was on 6g, and I prepared well. It was the most joyful experience of my entire life. I felt connected to nature, childlike and didn’t fear death.

This trip:

My intention for this trip was to have a spiritual experience regarding my purpose, who I am, and the nature of existence; to learn about my past life; to communicate with high-level entities; and to overcome a life plateau. I was particularly intrigued by the possibility of meeting high-level entities. I had made sure to meditate daily leading up to the trip and went out to enjoy nature and have a positive mindset. I was looking forward to having new insights.

I went with my brother, his girlfriend and my sister in the morning. My sister mentioned how weed with mushies amplifies the experience so much more, and she took a brownie last time. I took a brownie which had 3g of weed, and we drove to a beautiful park where we tripped last time on 6g. We arrived at around 10 am. This park had a lot of grass, trees, an open field and a creek.

When we arrived, I gave my brother and sister tiny pieces of mushrooms that were not enough to detract from the heroic dose I was taking. Before I took the mushies, I prayed that everything would go okay. My brother’s girlfriend was the trip sitter, like last time. We all sat on a bench, and she said, “We’ll leave by 2 pm. Are you okay with that?” I replied, feeling irritated, “Samantha, why do you always have to say that? I don’t have a problem, but this place is so beautiful. I don’t know why you would want to leave.”

The place we were in felt like heaven to me, and I had a feeling of déjà vu that my brother’s girlfriend was the guardian who would take us out of this heaven, and she had done so before. This was despite the fact that we had only gone to this park once before, when we took 6g. The brownie had definitely kicked in.

I left the bench and walked around. I put on some Gregorian chants, remembering my intention for the trip. By this time, I felt the urge to take a piss and did so behind a tree. My stomach felt sick now, thanks to the mushies. I changed my music to Shpongled Divine Moments of Truth. The music naturally helped me to define a story for the trip in my mind.

Now the mushies had begun to kick in. A concrete path began to illuminate for me very brightly. The path was slightly uphill. It was as if it were a divine path specifically for me to tread upon. I followed it and stopped to look at the nature before me. The trees, the grass and all the plants were breathing so much. I told myself that I wasn’t afraid of nature, that I would be one with it. Suddenly, all of the plants began to move towards me from their roots! I stood my ground, choosing to be fearless. I saw them edging closer and closer to me. Before I knew it, I completely lost consciousness.

When I came to, my brother’s girlfriend looked at me, saying, “Alfred! Are you okay?” I groaned in pain. I knew what she was saying, but I lost the ability to speak. I couldn’t utter a word as my mind forgot what language was. At the same time, I had the realisation, FUCK I MUST BE HAVING A BAD TRIP, BUT THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. I was only an observer now. I could barely stand up. My body felt so heavy. My brother and sister were walking alongside me, but neither of them had enough to be in the state I was in. The environment around me completely changed. I didn’t see any surroundings. I could only see the bright green grass and the clouds covering everything around me, with a strong wind blowing. There was no sun, no people, no cars, no trees.

My brother’s girlfriend wrapped her arm around me to help me walk back to the car. I was still groaning in pain and about to lose consciousness again. It felt like I was in a warzone and she was evacuating me to a safe area. After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the car. She opened it and helped me get inside. I heard her panic and yell, “he’s taken 10g shrooms!” in disbelief.

This is where EVERYTHING takes a turn for the worse.

My memory is hazy at this point, as the brownie amplified my paranoia and caused massive distortions in time. I will try to piece together everything that I remember.

As soon as my brother’s girlfriend began driving, I looked at her, and her appearance had changed. She was now an insectoid alien. She had large, protruding black eyes, antennas, a purple and green head, and a purple, green, and yellow body. She turned to look at me, but I was freaking out. My brother’s girlfriend later told me that at this moment I was extremely red, sweating so much and would lean forward instead of relaxing in the seat. Then I had the wildest hallucination imaginable. My brother’s insectoid alien girlfriend crashed the car, utterly damaging the car in front of us and perhaps killing someone, and it flipped over. I lost my mind. I thought I was going to be arrested and die.

I must’ve lost consciousness briefly. I was teleported to another world and emerged from the car accident, looking at an apocalyptic world in which were the ruins of civilisation. Even though I was in a different world, I kept hearing my sister mention a “salvia simulation”. I forgot all about the mushies and brownie. My mind was so malleable that I fully believed that I had taken salvia. I was excessively panicking. I wanted to escape from this hell.

Suddenly, I was warped into a very grim future lifetime. I was looking at myself from a third-person perspective. I was in a dark room, sitting on a rocking chair, taking more drugs. I was a drug addict. My future wife was with me, but I was rude and abusive towards her. She took on the features of my brother’s girlfriend, as she was the last person I saw. My future wife was telling me to stop and that it’s enough. I kept saying that I just wanted to be left alone and for her to just go. I was crying, but I couldn’t stop taking more drugs. From this third-person perspective, I had the deep realisation that I was facing a future where I would use drugs to escape reality and the problems in my life.

This scene ended, and I had full ego dissolution. I didn’t know who or what I was. I existed only as pure intellect. It’s very difficult to explain, but once you reach this stage, you’ll understand what I mean. I tried to find out if there was something more to life than just pleasure. What was THE meaning of life? I kept searching. But there was nothing there. It was just emptiness. The most profound emptiness, in fact. I had a thought/vision that humans were just mass-produced creatures in a machine.

None of us chose to be born, none of us chose our religion, family, ethnicity, physical characteristics, etc. We’re all putting on a mask. I thought about being non-existent. It terrified me. I thought it was over. I thought I had died. I saw demons. But then I wondered about experiences and realised we are all just experiences. Life is just about experiences. The world only exists through us. We’re all living at the same time as others, even though none of us chose to. We might as well make each other’s time in this realm positive. There's no need to be a parasite and ruin someone else’s existence here.

Perhaps God wanted us to experience and feel something rather than remain empty, conscious entities who don’t exist in a material form and whom others gloss over. We value existence so much because we literally cannot perceive what it’s like to be non-existent. God loved us so that he wanted us to have life and enrich each other’s lives.

I, as an observer only, was then teleported to a room in a building with a baby crying, and I saw the destruction outside. It must’ve been a place of war. It was reminiscent of a scene in the anime Texhnolyze, and the thought of mass-produced humans emerged again; I felt incredible empathy for everyone.

I was then warped back into reality in the car, although I still wasn’t fully conscious and was still switching between first and third-person perspectives. I saw my sister in the car, and she looked like an alien fairy. She had antennas, her face was sparkling, and she was smiling. The tone of her face was much brighter. The environment behind her looked like a dungeon in a fantasy setting. This was actually a pretty cool effect. It looked like I was in a scene talking to a character from Skyrim. This only lasted a moment, though.

The trip still hadn’t ended. I had hoped I would regain consciousness gradually. Sadly, this was not to be. There was one chance event that made it hell; I heard police sirens. I cannot convey to you the level of dread I felt right then and there. I thought my life was over for good. From a third-person perspective, I had a total mental breakdown. “Just leave me alone!” I yelled in a begging manner and started crying uncontrollably. I lost consciousness again.

When I came to, my body felt super heavy. I was the only one in the car, and we were back home. I could barely move. I remained like this for at least 40 minutes before I had the strength to open the door and walk myself inside the house. I greeted my parents with all the strength I could muster. It was around 3:50pm. My heart was still beating really fast.

I sat down with my left leg stretched, my elbow on my right leg, and my hand on my head. I had an intense thought of my own mortality and that if I died now, the world would go on without me, that I hadn’t given anything to the world, that my life didn’t impact anyone. I had died. I saw demons flashing black in my vision, like in those horror games. I was so frightened. Although I don’t consider myself religious, as that implies dogma, I turned to religion to cope with the strong fear I felt and to get rid of the demons.

I told myself that I would be grateful for the life I was given, for the people in my life, for the country I live in, and for everything. My mother had made dinner for me, my father had worked long hours to provide for me, and my siblings cared for me. Everything is from their own free will, and they still choose to appreciate me.

The next day, I was reborn. I had a new outlook on life. I felt a renewed appreciation for the people in my life, empathy for everyone in the world, and love for this experience we call life. I looked at the trees, grass, and plants differently. I was still recovering from the feeling of overwhelm when they came to life.

Aftermath:

This was by far the most difficult experience of my entire life, but I really learnt a lot. I don’t see myself doing mushies again until I integrate the life lesson I was taught and am in a better position in my life. Mushies are a great tool for self-discovery, exploration and insights, but they should be used sparingly. They are not a toy and shouldn’t be used for “fun”. I also do not recommend crossing with weed. I think the main reason my trip took a turn for the worst was because of the brownie. The more you take mushies without any changes in your life, the more miserable you’ll be afterwards.

Just a warning that if you’re looking for answers with mushies, you won’t find any.

The trip brought forth more questions than answers. Do the insectoid alien entities possess human forms? Or do they exist independently? What’s their role? What other entities are out there? Are the entities a construction of the human mind, or are they inherent to psilocybin and they are brought to our awareness through its ingestion?

For a whole week after the trip, I couldn’t sleep. Not only was my heart beating way too fast whenever I would try to sleep, but the trip would also reactivate, and I would have hallucinations of being in the car with my brother’s girlfriend in the form of an insectoid alien before the car accident. The trip's reactivation was horrifying, as I began to question my reality. I was lucky I had an overseas holiday for a month to get rid of the memory of the trip.

Since that trip, I tried ecstasy and a line of cocaine once, one blotter of LSD, and then two blotters before I decided to stop drugs altogether. Both LSD trips were fun at the start, but halfway through, they took a turn for the worse. On my first trip, my sister kept saying she was dying, and I had a very, very intense feeling of unease that this was a critical moment that could change our lives forever. The second trip, my heart began beating way too fast for my comfort, and I felt like I was going to cease to exist. Also, there was an argument with my sister and parents, and it made me realise that the life lesson from 10g was going to become a reality. That I was escaping from the problems in my life instead of addressing them to make my life better. This made me stop permanently. I would still like to try mushies again someday, but I have to integrate the life lesson I learnt and wait for many years.

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 119652
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Apr 6, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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