DOSE:

17 g

oral

Mushrooms - P. cubensis

(tea)

BODY WEIGHT:

72 kg

One spring evening on the eve of the upcoming weekend, I drank a can of beer and headed to the flat. I had been eating mushrooms for a long time in doses not exceeding 6 grams, but for some reason (probably from the beer) I decided that I needed a deep trip, unaccompanied and alone. My mushrooms are of the "golden teacher" variety and I found them quite fun and not too strong, so I decided to eat 17 grams at once. I made a decoction by boiling the mushrooms well and drank it immediately.

I found a playlist of calm meditative music and turned it on. Eating on the couch. The first thing I felt was numbness in my legs and then my face and feet. I stared at the wall watching the patterns that intensified and became more vivid and fluid with each passing second. My body went completely numb, and I was horrified that I was rapidly and hopelessly losing touch with reality in these patterns. The only thing I was thinking at that moment was "oh God I didn't think mushrooms were capable of this" and "please I want it to stop".

Alas this was just the beginning. I closed my eyes and trying to come to terms with it decided to watch what I was being shown. The classic psychedelic worlds with their indescribable images and shapes appeared before me. At some point I even calmed down and just watched, but as time went on these patterns began to change into frightening pictures with a dark mystical atmosphere. I tensed up but it was still bearable, because at that moment I thought that the world was not perfect and one should be able to look at bad things.

After a short period of time there is a loud bang on the heating riser, followed by a girl's scream and a man's heavy cough from the flat above. I don't know how many litres of adrenaline went into my bloodstream but I've never been so scared in my life, I opened my eyes but saw nothing but fractal patterns of an unpleasant nature, the only thing that connected me to this reality was what I heard. The shouting and talking of people from the flat above continued, only now all the sounds hinted that something terrible was happening there. A girl screaming, a cat meowing, gunshots, coughing, men talking in high-pitched tones.

My mind clearly began to draw me pictures of scuffles with lethal mutilated victims, guts, blood, grieving relatives, police. And the worst thing was that my critical thinking was not switched on at all! I believed that all this was happening, I saw scenes of horrifying cruelty. Then I barely got up, started to look at my room and realised that I didn't know what any object was, what a chair, a table, a sofa, a computer was. It felt like I was seeing these things for the first time in my life. The noise from the neighbours was still going on and I decided to look out the window to see what had happened. Looking out the window I firstly did not recognise my neighbourhood; secondly all the cars, people seemed so nervous, running in panic that I had no doubt that something had happened, looking at the neighbouring house I saw that half of the nine-storey building had been turned into ruins and men were loading dead bodies into a truck.

I felt a cold wind and decided that my house had also been trashed while I was out and now I would have to evacuate, but since I was in such a state I wouldn't even be able to leave my flat. I switched off all the lights in the house and went back to lie down. My feeling got worse and worse. I remembered that I could use the phone to call an ambulance to give me tranquillisers and it all stopped, picking up my phone I couldn't figure out how to use it and gave up on the idea. Then, I tried to relax and instead I started to see my dead body from the outside, started to hear my mother sobbing, saw how upset my friends were. There was no end to my horror.

I had already resigned myself to the fact that I was dead and there was no going back and then everything stopped abruptly and I realised that I was lying on the sofa all sweaty and with a pillow wet with tears. The next stage was ecstasy and euphoria from the realisation of universal love from the fact that everything I had seen I had imagined and finally I was here and I was myself! 
After that I didn't eat mushrooms for about a month, but then I went into deep trips again and there everything was more or less normal, that's how 17 grams of Cuban stropharia can be, be vigilant my friends.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 117805
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 20
Published: May 2, 2025	Views: 16
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