Monday, 16 February 2009

• The Teachings of Magic Mushrooms

      There are no words to describe just how fascinating it is to be in the midst of a strong mushroom trip.  It gives you a glimpse into the world of insanity, makes you feel like you're on the verge of certain death, and yet gives you an overpowering sense of peace and understanding.  This is one of my more intense, and spiritual mushroom trips.
  
  My Experience
      This would be my second experience with magic mushrooms.  I decided this time I would up the dosage from two grams, to a whole eighth (3.5 grams).  Apparently this is considered a high dose, but I had friends who had consumed seven grams before so I wasn't too worried.  These batch of mushrooms were hydroponic, psilocybe cubensis.  Unlike my first experience where I just ate the mushrooms raw, this time I prepared it in a tea.  In my opinion, the tea is much easier to consume rather than eating it raw and I also felt that it hit me faster.
      The setting was my house, which was the hangout place at the time.  I was the only one tripping that night aside from a close friend who also tripped with me the first time.  Another friend and his girlfriend  were also present to keep an eye on our antics.
      Within about 15 minutes after I had drank the tea, I began to feel the telltale signs of a shroom trip.  All of a sudden I felt as though I had downed several beers.  The rest of my come-up was spent riding with my friend (the sober one), in his car to pick up another person.  We drove down the highway at what seemed like light speed.  All I could focus on was the car in front of us which appeared to not have any wheels, it was just floating along.  I followed the tail lights with my eyes and all of a sudden the lights jumped from the back of the car, into my lap and disappeared, leaving a red trail behind it.  I tried to explain this to my friend, but I don't think he quite understood since all that came out of my mouth was, "Those lights just jumped into me, man!"(in the most enthusiastic voice possible).
      By the time we returned, the mushrooms had taken over.  I immediately ran from the car into my house.  I entered my house to see my other friend playing guitar hero.  He looked up at me with a big smile on his face and pupils the size of marbles.  It was obvious he had started tripping.  My house had also come to life while I was gone.  In the living room, the wall around the fire place is all bricks.  These bricks were flowing from side to side as if they were a matrix.  The textures of the hardwood floor were swirling around and appeared three-dimensional.  When I would walk on it, it would ripple like water.
      Now the mushrooms really start messing with everything.  One second I would feel a slight nausea, the next second I would feel a rapid drop in my body which made me feel like I had to take a dump.  It would switch back and forth, until I finally decided to go to the bathroom.  The second I got in there I realized that the walls were a different color than they should be, but continued to do my business.  Fortunately, all I really needed to do was urinate.  The nausea subsided after this.
      I exited the bathroom to find everyone in my room.  My friend (the tripping one) was looking at my high school year book.  I was intrigued by this idea and looked with him.  This is where my trip turned more introspective.
      There were so many different faces in the year book, yet if I did not focus on any certain face, they would all appear to be the same.  They also appeared to be three-dimensional.  I looked at the faces of people who I didn't know, or had never even seen before.  I thought about how they lead their own separate lives, completely independent of mine.  My life does not exist in their eyes.
      It was at this point I realized that I was even tripping and I realized just how hard.  I suddenly felt a sense that I had returned.  I had returned to this blissful insanity called a mushroom trip.  No longer could I recall what it felt like to be a normal human being.  I felt as though I had been reborn.  Everything around me was brand new and had yet to be discovered.  I wandered around my house looking at everything in sight.  Every color was the truest color I felt I had ever seen.  Greens were the greenest of greens, blues the bluest of blues, and so on.
      A feeling of excitement came over me that I had not felt since I was a small child.  I would look at simple objects such as a drinking glass and ponder it's existence for what felt like ages.  At one point I looked at my hands and arms and reflected on just what I am.  I came to the conclusion that who I was wasn't this physical body I see before me, it was only a boundary that restricted my true self, the consciousness, from floating away into infinity.
      Every few seconds an incredible revelation would pop into my head, which I would try to share with everyone, but it would be completely forgotten in mid-sentence.  One thing I do remember was thinking how easily I could write a whole book over the mushroom experience.  Every material object seemed meaningless at this point.  Basic instincts had taken over me.  I could do nothing but ponder whether I needed to eat or sleep and whether I was uncomfortable or not.  I felt as though tending to these needs would keep me from certain death, however I was not in any condition to attempt cooking anything, I could definitely not sleep, all I could do was make myself as comfortable as possible.  The strangest and simplest things would bring me comfort in this state of mind, like simply walking around.
      My friend, who was at this point experiencing the same rebirth effect that I was, began repeating, "What do you do on shrooms?"  and began questioning who he was.  The sober people watched us like a group of toddlers as we switched back and forth from fits of laughter, to expressions of great fear, to expressions of eternal peace.  It was extremely hard for me to comprehend that there was only three other people at my house besides my friend and I who were tripping.  When I would get up and walk around I would hear hundreds of voices whispering in my ear and my mind would begin to play out various scenarios of a full house of people when in fact there were only five.
      Another very challenging thing to comprehend in this state, was that my sober friends were actually, well, sober.  I couldn't even understand what it was to be sober.  At times I felt it was my tripping friend and I against the sober people.  Also, when they would ask me questions about what I was going through I would often just look at them and say nothing.  I felt as though they already knew the answer to all of these questions.
       I can't exactly say when I started to come down, but it happened eventually as did with my friend.  After everyone had already left, we sat for a couple of more hours just talking about the sheer fascination that we were both captivated by.  Also, our experiences turned out to be very similar in many ways.  We both felt reborn, felt strong feelings of discontent, and felt threatened by the sober people, to name just a few.
  
  After Thoughts
      Mushrooms to me are like cleansing your mind of impurities by bringing those impurities to the surface to be evaluated.  There were so many times I would think about how mushrooms were illegal and frowned upon by general society.  I came to the conclusion that some people are simply just scared by what they cannot wrap their minds around.
      My first experience was a beautiful one with many of the same visions and hallucinations, however the second time was truly awe-inspiring because I lost track of what I was and who I was and therefore was able to shape myself into a new, improved person.
      Another thing mushrooms taught me is that so many things we believe to be real, are only real because of the meaning we put behind it.  Things such as money, laws, government, the economy; it's all made up and virtually has no value behind it.  Money was an especially difficult concept to think about on shrooms.  It's a piece of paper basically with a numerical value on it, but it has no true value other than the value of people buying into it.  For example, if you become stranded in the wilderness, money is not going to shelter you, feed you, or clothe you.  Only things with real value behind them are capable of such things.
      From all these thoughts of money and government, etc, I formed a prediction for the future of humanity.  I believe that one day, humanity will reach a new enlightenment, in which they will come to the understanding that one does not need money or rigid government structure to keep motivation and order, but rather the individual will take it upon themselves to be productive and obedient because they have a strong desire to produce and be obedient, non-violent beings.  People will at last be completely free and live in harmony with one another.
      I could write another whole post over this topic, and I know to many it may sound like that stereotypical hippie rant, but that, my friends, that is the teachings of magic mushrooms and as unrealistic as it may sound, would you NOT want to live in a world like that?
  
  

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