DOSE:	6 g	smoked	Cannabis	(flowers)
	19.3 g	oral	Mushrooms	(tea)

BODY WEIGHT:

140 lb

It was an early summer day, near the end of June. The weather was warm and beautiful, and my boys and I were relaxed and chill, looking forward to an uneventful summer of high times. I was known as the mushroom man, for my ability to drop half ounces at a time. Over and over again. That was the way I rolled; all or nothing. Every time, I handled myself well, and catapulted my brain and psyche off to the nether regions of reality. Gradually, I had become accustomed to tripping alone. I enjoyed the solitude. It allowed me to dive deep into my spiritual nature, and journey within myself for fleeting truths and experiences. The above factors contributed to the insane trip that I was about to have. Nothing could have prepared me for it.

I had brought back a super fat half ounce of mushrooms one particular weekend. They were light brown, with silver streaked stems. I had tried these particular ones before. They were fairly strong, but nothing out of the ordinary. When I got to my bro's house, I found out that they were leaving for the night. I forget where they were going, but when they offered to take me, I turned them down. I saw a great opportunity to trip my balls off all by myself, and spend a whole night playing guitar, drawing, and meditating. They had left by late afternoon, and as soon as they were gone, I began my project. I decided to take the whole bag, and make a large bowl of tea. I ground up the shrooms (weighed in at 19.3 grams), boiled a pot of water, and then combined the two in a large bowl. Within about an hour, I had around 3 quarts of dark brown liquid. I waited a few more hours for my boys parents to go to sleep. I spent the time smoking copious amounts of ganja (about 6 grams of high grade) and watching t.v.

By around 9 o'clock, the sky was turning dark. I always trip at night. It brings out the true colors of the trip, in my opinion. I picked up my bowl of tea, and guzzled it. All at once. Then I waited. After about 20 minutes, I ate all the wet, steeped mushrooms. About ten minutes after, I was at the threshold. It was that fast. That bizarre, unmistakable frame of mind, where the colors are beginning to pop, and everything appears alien and strange. I could feel the psilocin pushing through my system, erupting into my brain, and I was getting ready for what I thought would be an awesome trip. Soon, the walls were awash in colors, everything was drifting like a psychedelic ocean, ebbing and flowing with the fluid gravity of the universe. I rode the wave for another twenty minutes or so, before the crest I was riding crashed to the floor. The change happened fairly quickly. Reality unexpectedly shifted for the worse, and I felt unable to cope with the overwhelming hammer that was beating upon the anvil that was my mind. I looked around the room. Everything was bathed in a fiery orange hue, flickering and flashing. Flames licked and lapped up the walls. Everything was on fire, and I was beginning to sweat profusely. I turned on the television, in a vain effort to break the negative spell falling over me. The characters on t.v. all appeared to be demons, with vile smiles, and wicked upturned eyes. I sped through every channel. All I could see were these evil creatures, as lifelike as you and I. Quickly, I turned the t.v. off, and succumbed to the fiery red hell surrounding me. I closed my eyes. The sweating was growing worse, and my stomach was swelling. I am a skinny kid, and when my gut started swelling and bloating to sizes I have never seen before, was disturbing. Within another ten minutes time, my vision was overcome with waves of sparkling points of light, which were growing stronger. Soon, the sparkles overtook everything, and faded into blackness.

When I woke, I was drenched in sweat, and the mattress was soaked. I felt devoid of all life and energy. I opened my eyes, and looked down at myself. My body looked crumpled and broken, as if I had been crushed by heavy machinery. I knew I had taken too much, too fast. I tried to move to get up, but my hand eye coordination was shot. My gut was growing larger. I held a hand to my stomach, and confirmed what I had feared. Peristalsis had stopped. The ceasing of this involuntary body function told me that my system could not process any more of the poison, and I was slowly choking myself to death on the toxic byproducts that some mushrooms carry with them. Once again, the waves of sparkly static were washing over me, washing my mind away from my body. I was delirious, unable to think straight, and everything was gradually falling away into blackness.

Suddenly, I was above myself. I regained awareness facing a nearby window, gazing out at the full moon. The white orb in the sky cast a beautiful light all over the dark street and nearby trees. I was completely sober, imbued with a transcendental mind set. Everything was crystal clear, my vision, my state of mind. I will never forget that feeling. I realized that I was out of my body, one step away from death. With my new found clarity of mind, I looked down at myself, crumpled up on the bed. My lips were swollen and pale, and my whole body, especially my stomach, was bloated heavily. At this point, I knew that I was dying. I realized with complete clarity, that if I did not do something now, I would never return to life in my present form.

It took tremendous will, and a great strength from my spirit, but at last, everything faded to black, and I once again opened my bloodshot eyes, and stared out at my broken world. Through the mental fog, I crawled onto the floor, and used the wall to gradually prop myself onto my feet. I stumbled out the door, ignoring the flaming inferno around me. Somehow, I managed to hobble down the stairs. After what felt like hours, I had reached the bathroom. I slammed the door shut, and forced myself to vomit. At first nothing came out, but eventually I released torrents of mushroom chunks, shooting out at high velocity. I remember looking up at the closed door, and seeing blinding white light, shining through from around the cracks, as if the light of heaven was hidden just beyond. I chugged 3 full bottles of milk of magnesia, in an attempt to remove some of the toxins from my system. Then I proceeded to spend the next four hours in the shower, vomiting and writhing in hallucinogenic agony and cold sweats. Everything I saw was red; water dripped upwards and side to side, and bath sponges pumped like beating hearts.

My friend's parents were disturbed, needless to say. By the time the water ran out, it was early dawn, and the grey sky was beginning to brighten. I crawled out of the shower, shaking like a leaf, pupils as big as black marbles. I wrapped myself in multiple blankets, and stumbled out onto the front porch, where I sat down and smoked a cig. My heart was barely beating, and my breath was shallow and difficult. I had lived through the night. I thank my guardian angels.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 87869
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 23
Published: Mar 13, 2025	Views: 37
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