This summer has been interesting to say the least. First I acquired some potent San Pedro and had a few nice journey's. Then my friend found some cubes and so I have been playing with them for the last couple of months. They have been fairly strong, I've gotten good effects with as little as a 1/2 gram. Anyway a couple of weeks ago I took 1.5 grams mid-week thinking everyone is gone for the evening when 2.5 hours into it my wife pulls into the driveway with my daughters and comes in, turns on the light, (ouch) and informs me that I have to take her to a friends who had just had surgery the day before and then take my daughter over there in the morning. Fuck I'm tripping pretty good and I have to drive! Well it all went good, no problems, just killed the peak of my high. If you are an experienced psychonaught you can bring yourself down if needed. So the following Sat. I try again, this time the wife and two of my girls are staying at the aforementioned friends and my 16 year old is at a birthday party and has a ride home. So all is taken care of and my evening is free. I consume 2.5 grams and proceed to begin to feel the effects. I decide to smoke a few hits of some stellar herb I have. After the weed hits my head things go south fast. Contrary to all logic, ration, reason and factual evidence I got the idea in my head that my daughter at the party is in trouble. My wife has my phone so I can't call her, she's to far away to walk over there. so I spent the next 3 hours until she got home agonizing with these ludicrous thoughts and visions racing through my head, "My daughter is in trouble and I can't do anything about it!" Totally fucked. It wasn't a "bad" trip because I was fully aware that she was OK and it was the shrooms and weed, but it sure wasn't a pleasant trip. Fast forward to last Sat. I have a gram left and figure it would add a nice background to some herb for the evening. I hadn't eaten for like 8 hours and was tummy growling hungry. I eat the gram and wash it down with a glass of lemonade, wait about 5-10 minutes and then started to eat a light meal. That was at 7PM, by 7:15 I was started to get hit with waves of mushroom, and by 7:25 I was tripping as hard as I was on 2 grams, and still climbing. By 7:40 I was mentally blown, higher than I was on the 2.5 grams a week earlier. Then the trip just got dark. Negative thoughts, dark imagery, confusion, fear that my mind wont return this time. Again I wouldn't call it a "bad" trip, just not a very pleasurable one to say the least. What I ended up getting out of it was that I was abusing the shroom (this was about the 7th-8th time taking them in two months) and it didn't like being abused! This time really fucked with my head and impressed upon me to maybe wait a good six months or more and wrap up some loose ends in my life before taking anymore substances. This is the first time that I actually got the sense of something other than me pulling the strings and communicating to me. All off 1 friggin' gram!! What the fuck happened ? Any body have any thoughts? Did I do an internal lemon tek? I'm a veteran tripper to say the least, but this last time floored me, hard
check rolling stone mag a few months back on the greg allman interview. greg and duane took pure psilocybin pills every morning for two months.
you just have to know your intentions, only you can answer that. what are you looking for? what do you think you're going to find? what are you trips telling you? it's all personal, you just have to think on it.
I don't mean to be a bummer and not answer your questions, but I find it hilarious that you smoke herb and eat mushrooms when your wife and kids are gone. "hey man, I heard your wife and kids aren't going to be home tonight what do you think you're gonna do?" "oh you know, just chill at the house and go into an utter mindfuck"
lol i think that is kind of sweet.. to have a secret life of eating mushrooms and things when your family isn't around. i wouldn't mind if my husband did shit like that. i stopped smoking pot about a month ago, but have nothing against "trippers" and psychonauts. i admire them because they continue to explore their mind despite having strange things happen to them. i would actually really love to be around a person who is tripping on acid or mushrooms and ask them what they feel, see, etc.. that feeling you had of not being sane again.. i had that, which is why i stopped smoking pot. if i ever did a psychedellic, i don't think i would come back. =/ maybe such things aren't possible, but i wouldn't risk it. anyway, cheers to you if you can continue to mindfuck yourself, get over it, and do it again!
Actually my wife knows I smoke as do my teenage daughters. Out of respect for them more than anything else I tend to not do it around them. I have always prefered to trip alone, so it's not like I'm sneaking it, it's just how I prefer to use these substances. As for the emotional/psychological basis for the uncomfortable trip, I hate using the term "bad trip", I knew those reasons as it was happening. My real inquirey had to do with the fact that 1 gram waylaid me more than almost 3 grams of the exact same mushies. That was what I was curious about, has anyone else had that happen ? I feel the rapid onset was due to an absolutely empty stomach and that the acidity of the lemonade I washed it done with sped up the conversion of psilocybin into psilocin, therefore it produced effects much more rapidly. And yes, the overiding conclusion is that I started to fall into a pattern of abuse rather than use.
I've definitely noticed the same thing; mushrooms can vary so drastically in potency, even the same mushrooms from the same flush. I too have had trips from 1 gram that were stronger than 2.5-3 gram trips in which I only received a strong body buzz...they never cease to amaze and surprise me that's for sure. Anymore I just find it easiest/best to assume that you are going to be completely blow away, that way if/when it happens the "surprise" element is at least somewhat reduced.
