Amanitas - A. muscaria & H.B. Woodrose
Citation: Capella M.. "Crystallizing People and Spiral Staircase: An Experience with Amanitas - A. muscaria & H.B. Woodrose (exp52240)". Erowid.org. Aug 2, 2018. erowid.org/exp/52240
A couple of guys and I live together in what we like to call the 'House of Trial and Error'. A few days prior, we finally recieved a much-anticipated package from the wonderful internet containing a large bag of Amanita Muscaria and a bag of 100 Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds. We got ready, hid all weapon-like implements, and invited our friend over.
At about midnight, one of the guys and I sat down and shelled the woodrose seeds. Each of us got eight-- two of the guys participating just ate theirs whole, chewing them well before swallowing, and the other one and myself ground ours into a fine powder and downed it mixed in water. We hurriedly got a digital voice recorder ready and waited it out.
Well, three hours later at 3:30a, we felt nothing except a light buzz in the head. Disappointed, we broke into the bag of amanita muscaria and each ate a rather large, 4-5g cap. The onset was quick.
Within half an hour we were on a hell of a ride. Went outside, had a cigarette, and talked about how our bodies were starting to feel a little funky. I noticed a kind of nauseating, warming tingle was starting to come over me and felt my stomach start to warn me of what it was going to do; so not long after we got back inside, I threw up for the first time that night, at about 4:15am.
It felt pretty terrible, but it was short and the whole experience was over within a few minutes. I washed up, brushed my teeth and rather than rejoining the others, I went into the bedroom and laid down by myself. It was really starting to hit me then.
I laid there and let the trip take over. I was getting pretty vivid closed-eye visuals of people and brilliant colors. Nothing when I opened my eyes when laying still, but when I fidgeted or shifted around the entire room seemed to shake and whirl. One of the guys was forcing himself to vomit; I could hear it, but the sound seemed to keep changing its distance from me. At times it sounded like he was far off, but at others I could have sworn he was right next to me. This prompted me to vomit again, at about 4:45a, for the last time that night. It was short yet again and I felt fine afterwards.
I went in the living room to check on the others. Our visiting friend planned to get in a frigid shower to shock his system into throwing up, and the conversation stayed pretty normal unless you count my quote that the audio picked up of: 'My stomach, like... spiraled around in triangle shapes and kept lifting until I threw up.'
'My stomach, like... spiraled around in triangle shapes and kept lifting until I threw up.'
I realized at that point I was tripping a bit heavier than everyone else and returned to the bedroom.
A song started to play, and I was starting to get pretty realistic visuals, of large brown flowers to be exact whose petals opened and closed in beat with the song. I reached to pull the blankets over myself and realized they were made of paper! Due to a bit of memory loss at this point, I don't know what inspired what I said next:
'Think heís finishing up, he is playing the drums too fast. Band is playing too fast against the thigh. He keeps coming out of the bathroom, or the bedroom, or just the other room, doing the gross thing with emulation... just, just to make me angry.'
Then again, it seems I was just mindlessly muttering things into the recorder the entire night. I felt a bit tired, and super-comfortable on the bed underneath the 'paper blankets', but the No-Doz we'd taken earlier would keep me awake. By about 5am, I was seeing spiral staircases everywhere, endlessly twirling and sinking into the bed and floor. And even weirder, I started having hallucinations that the others were having hallucinations of me!
One of the guys ended up joining me on the bed, but I was still in my own world; I was 'facing the major nothingness' which was probably brought on from my Buddhist meditations earlier in the day. 'That which is form is emptiness, that which is emptiness form', a line from the Buddhist Heart Sutra, was running through my head to the point where I thought I was hearing it chanted aloud. I came to the conclusion that everything is nothing, and knew I was the not the only one that could 'see the castle'.
The music faded into the background and felt like I was on my own. The guy laying next to me reported feeling like he was bouncing around the room, whilst I babbled something about seeing the new 'levels' being formed every time I closed my eyes. He got up, and I started to freak out because he was crystallizing into square shapes. I started to yell at him, afraid he would turn into some giant crystal statue and he just stared at me, confused, but left the room anyway to change the music.
I left the room after a bit and found our friend sitting on the floor just inches from the TV screen, staring intently at the menu on a DVD we had in. I hadn't noticed the looping music from the DVD, because to me, it had perfectly fit in with the other music playing. I turned it off and we went on our last walk, which ended with me freaking out because 'the trees aren't moving with the sky'.
When we went back, we didn't stay awake for much longer, settling into a restful, rather dreamless sleep. But the last thing my recorder caught was:
Me: God, goddammit. I would have taken that necklace and...
Me: I saw somebody taking this crazy crown that one of us has on our heads and throwing a circle with it and finally putting it on in your circle and then vanishing. And itís kind of evil, so Iím like, oh great, theyíll run around and do Goddess-knows-what with it.
N: Maybe heís not interested, maybe heíll take off again. What were your intentions?
Me: No, thereís really nothing, no one thing Iím interested in. Iím just seeing this guy and I donít know who he is. But heís off somewhere now, with that evil necklace.
Would I do it again? Yes.
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