Mushrooms - P. cubensis & MDMA
Citation: SageFabulous. "Feel So Ziggedy: An Experience with Mushrooms - P. cubensis & MDMA (exp63909)". Erowid.org. Nov 1, 2018. erowid.org/exp/63909
This is my experience with shrooms (my first time, about 1.75 g of psilocybin cubenesis, which was about 3 caps and two stems, dried), ecstasy (one “red smiley”), and cannabis (about three pipe hits of some good purp). Drug history: Smoke weed occasionally, with a consistently low tolerance. Have rolled once before, but the E my first time was not nearly as good as it was this time. Have snorted .5g of cocaine once, and have taken various pills at various times, but not too often. I don’t drink almost at all.
At 11:30 PM, I ingested one “red smiley” ecstasy pill with V. We had not prepared beyond not eating for the last four hours or so (and myself reading reports on shrooms online), and by 12:00 I was feeling pretty alright, just chilling, ready for the come up. At 12:10 AM I began preparing my 1/16th of shrooms, (with strawberry jam on a croissant), and consumed them at about 12:13, just as the ecstasy was starting to hit.
I was with my friends V and T…They were just interested in watching my reaction to the psychedelic mixed with MDMA. At 12:25 I’m starting to get a slight 'high' feeling, without the drowsiness that weed causes. Everything is slightly “wavy,” and by 12:35 I’m getting sea legs and definitely coming up on the ecstasy. From then until about 12:50 things start shifting and patterns become clear until about 1 when they are very obvious and seem very real, diamonds on the tiles, chain link fence-like patterns crossing back and forth with some random colors floating in the air as the euphoria grows, and V, T, and I talk about how great this E is and how great we all are and the fun we’re having.
From about 1:45 to 2:30 the floor betweens to wave, I realize that my breathing pattern is being mimicked by the walls, and a paint pattern on the floor of my bathroom left over from some remodeling a few months ago becomes 3-dimentional, it raises up like tiny skyscrapers, and the pattern begins to lift off the tile and float. V and I are thinking VERY similar thoughts, and just conversing about great things like water polo stories and our friendships. The grout on the tiles is waving and twisting, and the tiles shift between a small city that is surrounding me and a glass ceiling, through which I see a forest, covered in snow, with a dragon or wolf running through and moving. Conversation is still completely recognizable, I am still legible, and I am recognizing a stronger aura in the bathroom than in my room, where there is too much to concentrate on. “V, your face is argyle.” I am having lots of fun talking to V about what I’m seeing and about how awesome everything is. V and I talk deeply about how all religions are very similar and how afterlife depends more upon a persons actions and way of life than strict religious beliefs.
From 2:30 to 3:00 I spend the time laying down in my bathroom as the ceiling extends to infinity and I am under the impression that I am speaking directly to God, I see a light and cry in happiness (both due to my experience and some kickass ecstasy). I talk about God with V and I begin to see exactly what he’s saying as images on walls or shifts in reality. I am suddenly struck with huge amounts for respect for this drug as V and I realize that there are no boundaries to our feelings or conversation, and how much life restrains us. The euphoria is extremely powerful and I bring up the idea of both shrooms and E being “birth” drugs, and I finally understand the concept. Every few minutes I live a lifetime somewhere else, complete with setting and dialogue in my head. Patterns are lifting off their objects and floating as I am becoming very disoriented, and my legs feel very shaky. At about this time my vision triples, and stays tripled for a couple hours.
At about 3:05 we leave my bathroom to the backyard to smoke a joint with some really good bud in it. I walk outside and my backyard is completely foreign to me – there are only three lights, as everything else is pitch black. I almost fall in the pool, but all the visuals are gone, nothing but darkness envelops me for 20 minutes until my eyes get adjusted to the light. We sit down on the pool deck, and my legs are less stable than ever. I have no recollection of distance or space of the outside world. I look up and see the stars connect and become a huge waving web, and once again I am convinced that God is watching me specifically and showing me how things really look like beyond normal human perception.
After my first hit the visuals return strongly, but the combination of the darkness and a new setting make for a worse experience than previously, V’s face starts melting (he’s been talking the whole time about how beautiful the night is) and I see his face stretched and contorted in really freaky ways for about 5 minutes. I zone out and just look, not understanding what he’s saying, only looking at and thinking about how grotesque he looks. This is when the visuals are at their clearest – oranges in my lap, slinkies going down endless stairs on the grass, bursts of light and movement all around my face…Only when the lighter is re-lit to provide some light do I realize that V does not, in fact, have dreadlocks and a very large mouth, nor is he yelling at me.
Suddenly, a “constant refresh” period begins, one that continues for about the next two-three hours. This is probably the craziest and most disturbing of the mushroom’s effects. What happens is that every 5-30 seconds, everything suddenly becomes normal and in a split second I re-learn where I am, who I am, what I’m on, and everything that’s been going on over the night. However, immediately after this “rebirth” of my mind, everything I see suddenly goes back to shit and the shrooms grab hold of my brain once again, faces melt, patterns lift off their objects and move, the pool water is spinning, and the moon is shivering as I re-enter my bathroom with V and T. Nothing stayed “constant.” Everything would stabilize suddenly, and then go back to insane. Breathing seemed strange only because everything that I am seeing is breathing with me.
At about 4:10 T decides to sleep, so he leaves. V and I discuss random things and I feel like my focus is getting better as my high seems to be starting to wear off, and V and I start to feel like “one” again… until we get into bed. V passes out after he talks about how amazing moving your legs around in the bed feels, and how he was orgasming from every pore in his body, truly, it felt like an orgasm (this is about when the walls started orgasming as well – an interesting effect). I was still talking, seemingly to myself, until about 5 when I passed out. By the time I passed out, I was convinced I visited hell when I “refreshed” only to remember nothing of what I’m on, I recognized who I was and who was next to me, but my room seemed totally different, nothing was recognizable, everything was shivering or waving, things were floating and images were trailing, and I couldn’t stop moving for some reason. This happened about twice before 5, and about twice after 6 when I woke back up… to find myself still fucked up.
The experience from about 4:30-6:45 was the closest I can say I have gotten to insanity. This was about the time I told myself that the trip went too long. I can honestly say that “forgetting” after a refresh is one of the scariest things I have ever experienced. I call it hell to myself, simply because of the extremely disturbing level of uncertainty that refused to go away, and the agitation and anxiety that came with it for some reason. Think about the cold sweat and crazy hard heart pounding you get when you get caught doing something you shouldn’t be, or when you miss the bus, and multiply it by about 10. It didn’t help that there were faces in my comforter and on the ceiling. I can usually adjust well, but apparently the shrooms refused to let my reason into the room with me.
Time from 6-8 became nothing - I felt like I joined the flow of creation, such that I was dying, living, and being reborn constantly. An hour felt like a minute, and ten minutes felt like hours. The stretching of time was the trippiest part of the end of the experience, especially when time normalized at about 7:30-8:00 when I came down off the shrooms fast and hard. From 8 to about 2 PM that day I was drowsy and sometimes disoriented, but all the other effects were gone.
I would not consider this a bad trip. The E made the first few hours absolutely amazing, when it wore off and the shrooms really did their thing, however, it was enlightening. I spoke to God, cried, and went to hell, but I learned so much about myself and the true power of drugs. I have an extremely powerful respect for shrooms that no other drug has yet instilled in me. The hellish experiences made me figure out some limits and helped me understand some things about myself. I don’t know if I’d ever do them again… if I did, I wouldn’t want to be the only one on them. It’ll probably be a while, and more for an enlightening experience than a “fun” one. Admittedly… they were crazy as hell… but I was horny as a beezy when I was totally off.
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