lordkalkin

I finally managed to try psilocybin mushrooms. I got an ounce of dried shrooms about a week and a half ago. I spent the last few days getting myself ready, exercising, meditating, reading books that I wanted to think about, and listening to good music. In an attempt to avoid the possibility of feeling nauseated, I fasted all day yesterday. Nothing but water.

In order to cover the taste, I took the advice of a friend and melted some dark chocolate over them, making two truffle-like squares by cutting up the stems of about 1/4 oz., putting them in two slots of an ice cube tray and melting the chocolate over them. While they were in the fridge cooling, I meditated some more.

The chocolate worked to cover up the taste, and they took effect almost immediately. I bordered on euphoric through most of the trip, often bursting into laughter for no reason. The visual hallucinations were good, and Tara and I had some good conversations about lots of things. I really can't describe the entire experience, in the same way I can't describe my salvia experience from a week ago any better than I did at the time. I was FUBAR, and I enjoyed the shit out of it.

The gastro-intestinal side effects are enough to make it a little while before I do it again, and I think it's likely that I'll do a bit less, in hopes that I can get a good head trip but minimize the negative physical side effects. Overall, it was a good experience, and I do intend to repeat it with a bit more magick-working thrown in.

While tripping, I developed a theory that anti-drug education in school is a two-pronged assault. The misinformation one gets serves two purposes for the establishment. First, the wild, not-quite-true tales and exaggeration serves to scare some kids off entirely. For those it doesn't scare off, it sets up unreasonable expectations. I've had hallucinations on all mind-expanding drugs I've done, and they're not like they told me about in school. It's more like, I suggest things to myself, ways to see things, or patterns to see in something, and I actually see it. I have never seen something that wasn't there and thought it was. But in school, the anti-drug education made it sound like that's exactly what hallucinations are. Now, I've managed to shake off enough DEA agitprop (and it was tough) to not expect more than the plant or substance will give me. I can also understand that maybe in a bad trip, someone might be fooled by something and be distrurbed by it (and provide the source for some of the stories). But flowing with the experience is key for me. I just let things happen and enjoy them, not expecting too much. However, those who come to a hallucinagenic substance and expect "the color red to sit up and roar at you" (a quote from my 6th grade science teacher on the effects of LSD) get disappointed and lay off the mind-expanding drugs. Maybe this theory isn't quite right, but it does fit the experiences of some people I know who have tried hallucinagens and not pursued them further due to thinking that they didn't really do all that much.