GabrielCaliga
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I would just like to recount a trip I had a few weeks ago, some really strange things happened to me, and I was just wondering if anyone else has experienced things such as this.
It started out with my roomate and I getting 14 grams of mush from a friend of mine. Now in hindsight, our situation was probably less than optimal for such a heavy dose: Our house was really messy, we had nothing to entertain us, and we had no escape hatches (pot, vitamin C). We separated the caps from the stems, and boiled the stems into a tea. We then gobbled down the caps between us. About 2 or 3 minutes after swallowing the first cap, I began to get that light headed feeling, like I was a thousand miles above the ground. I disregarded it and finished my caps. After the tea was finished, I took it to the couch and sat down, sipping it. We looked through our paltry collection of movies (our DVD player was indisposed), and decided on Tommy Boy.
During the first course of the movie, everything was just like every other mush trip I had, until that part in Tommy Boy where his dad died; everything went downhill from there. After that part I began to feel apprehensive, as if I was guilty of something or another. For some reason my roomate decided he was tired, and wrapped himself up in his blanket and tried to sleep. This left me completely alone with a movie that was quite frankly scaring me. I decided to retreat to our star room. Our star room is quite possibly the greatest invention for shroom trips ever concieved; it involves a room the exact same size as a single matress, a matress, and a ton of those stick on the wall stars. I find that this room has a soothing effect on all mushroom users that have entered it.
But not this time.
I sat in the room and tried to think soothing thoughts; I had been on a bad trip before and didn't want to relive it. As I lay there, my thoughts started to turn existential, that is, I began to seek the very roots of my own soul (or whatever). That was when it started to turn weird. I decided to leave the room and have a shower. I hopped in and I turned to look at the falling water, I found that I could (seemingly maybe) actually direct the flow of water with my very thoughts. Now I realize that this occurence could have been just me being very high, but I must ask you to keep an open mind. Now things began to get a bit foggy after that, but a few memories are crystal clear.
I think I left the bathroom and went to my room, I was still wet from the shower, because I couldn't find anything to dry me off. My roomate was still laying on the couch, except this time he was saying over and over that he was scared. I didn't feel like dealing with someone who was just as scared as I was at that point, so I tried to just lay down. Bad choice I think. At that point my radio turned on, (I KNOW that I didn't do this) and I began to hear different radio stations cycle through, like someone was just playing with the tuning knob. I looked at the clock and it was flashing, as if the power went out, however, the time on the clock was still right. I think I began to run around my room, it felt like I was trapped there, and there was no way out. At one point I ripped one of those wooden borders that goes around doors off, and somehow it gave me a fairly large, but not deep gash on my leg. I began to panic, at this point I remember all of the electrical equipment in my room turning on and off, my light, my lava lamp, my stereo, and my clock radio. I remember hearing voices through both radios, that were telling me to do something, but I couldn't understand. The worst part of my trip came next, I became under the impression that my parents had somehow came to my house, I saw them standing at the other end of my room, and an intense feeling of guilt slammed me. It was as if everything I had ever regretted came and steamrolled me. This was the point at which everything began to settle down. The night ended with my roomate and laying in my now destroyed room, trying to rationalize each other. I later moved to the star room, and heard something that I can only describe as the sound of a brain wave. Has anyone heard this before?
Now I realize that a lot of the things that happened could easily be written of to the drug distorting my conciousness, except for the fact that both my own, and my roomates recounting of the night corresponded rather eerily. We had both felt as if something had came into our house, and we had both had the same thoughts.
Now my question is, what do you think the relation is between psilocybin and psychic abilities? Has anyone had an experience somewhat like this?
It started out with my roomate and I getting 14 grams of mush from a friend of mine. Now in hindsight, our situation was probably less than optimal for such a heavy dose: Our house was really messy, we had nothing to entertain us, and we had no escape hatches (pot, vitamin C). We separated the caps from the stems, and boiled the stems into a tea. We then gobbled down the caps between us. About 2 or 3 minutes after swallowing the first cap, I began to get that light headed feeling, like I was a thousand miles above the ground. I disregarded it and finished my caps. After the tea was finished, I took it to the couch and sat down, sipping it. We looked through our paltry collection of movies (our DVD player was indisposed), and decided on Tommy Boy.
During the first course of the movie, everything was just like every other mush trip I had, until that part in Tommy Boy where his dad died; everything went downhill from there. After that part I began to feel apprehensive, as if I was guilty of something or another. For some reason my roomate decided he was tired, and wrapped himself up in his blanket and tried to sleep. This left me completely alone with a movie that was quite frankly scaring me. I decided to retreat to our star room. Our star room is quite possibly the greatest invention for shroom trips ever concieved; it involves a room the exact same size as a single matress, a matress, and a ton of those stick on the wall stars. I find that this room has a soothing effect on all mushroom users that have entered it.
But not this time.
I sat in the room and tried to think soothing thoughts; I had been on a bad trip before and didn't want to relive it. As I lay there, my thoughts started to turn existential, that is, I began to seek the very roots of my own soul (or whatever). That was when it started to turn weird. I decided to leave the room and have a shower. I hopped in and I turned to look at the falling water, I found that I could (seemingly maybe) actually direct the flow of water with my very thoughts. Now I realize that this occurence could have been just me being very high, but I must ask you to keep an open mind. Now things began to get a bit foggy after that, but a few memories are crystal clear.
I think I left the bathroom and went to my room, I was still wet from the shower, because I couldn't find anything to dry me off. My roomate was still laying on the couch, except this time he was saying over and over that he was scared. I didn't feel like dealing with someone who was just as scared as I was at that point, so I tried to just lay down. Bad choice I think. At that point my radio turned on, (I KNOW that I didn't do this) and I began to hear different radio stations cycle through, like someone was just playing with the tuning knob. I looked at the clock and it was flashing, as if the power went out, however, the time on the clock was still right. I think I began to run around my room, it felt like I was trapped there, and there was no way out. At one point I ripped one of those wooden borders that goes around doors off, and somehow it gave me a fairly large, but not deep gash on my leg. I began to panic, at this point I remember all of the electrical equipment in my room turning on and off, my light, my lava lamp, my stereo, and my clock radio. I remember hearing voices through both radios, that were telling me to do something, but I couldn't understand. The worst part of my trip came next, I became under the impression that my parents had somehow came to my house, I saw them standing at the other end of my room, and an intense feeling of guilt slammed me. It was as if everything I had ever regretted came and steamrolled me. This was the point at which everything began to settle down. The night ended with my roomate and laying in my now destroyed room, trying to rationalize each other. I later moved to the star room, and heard something that I can only describe as the sound of a brain wave. Has anyone heard this before?
Now I realize that a lot of the things that happened could easily be written of to the drug distorting my conciousness, except for the fact that both my own, and my roomates recounting of the night corresponded rather eerily. We had both felt as if something had came into our house, and we had both had the same thoughts.
Now my question is, what do you think the relation is between psilocybin and psychic abilities? Has anyone had an experience somewhat like this?
, thanks for givving them to me by the way .