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Originally posted by dELiSs

yes i like mushrooms on my pizza.

mushrooms are best when on pizza, and pepperoni and all that good stuff, minus the anchovies.

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My first shroom trip was hectic. I ate 1/8, My friend kept telling me I should be muy drunk before handling the effects of the psyilocybin..So I got muy drunk - drinking brew, doing shots. Got drunk - then the shit hit me. I stayed pretty quiet - wasnt saying anything because I knew I did I wouldnt make a whole lot of sense. Lots of hysterical laughter, my mind was jumping from one project to the next half-assed project.

 

Here read this book my friends girlfriend says, I dont wanna read I wanna sketch. I destroyed her art kit, and got paint all over myself. Went to the bathroom, came out with no pants..

 

Oh the fun - I fell asleep going to my girlfriends house and woke up saying: Where am I? I said the same thing in the morning, wearing bright orange, way too small pajama bottoms.. (apparently I was begging for them)

 

Oh yeah - the bong rips were really bitching, like I just lifted off the ground in a helicopter or something insane. I got super high..

 

Whats so hectic about that? not a whole lot but like - my girl was so impatient wanting to leave , when I looked at her, I could tell she wanted to go, but when I looked over at my friend - hes offering me another beer..

 

It seemed like the hardest decision in my life at the time. Then the light started playing tricks with me and my girl's face, which had little diamonds in the shape of her eyes moving along her cheekbones back and fourth..

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Originally posted by dosoner

this, is an account of one of my more favorite mushroom experiences:

 

 

 

 

 

The effects came in an exciting rush after only about twenty minutes. Perhaps I'm unusual in that I actually enjoy the earthy taste of dried mushrooms. I could still taste them when the geometric patterns started to appear in the shady parts of the room. Sunlight was beaming through the living room window and patterns of light were bouncing onto the walls from various shiny objects in the room. These patterns resolved into the faces of Aztec gods. I was listening to the potent music of Dead Can Dance, the voices guiding the patterns into sensual dances. My grandfather's old clock, vaguely bird-shaped, seemed to want to fly off the wall, pinned down somehow by its swinging pendulum. Mesmerized by this, I melted into the sofa where I sat and relaxed into a state of bliss.

 

At some point I noticed that my head seemed to be lolling to the left without my conscious control. Perplexed, I found that I could not keep my head centered without effort. Eventually I let my head turn, and in doing so my eyes immediately came to rest on a large cactus I had placed on the coffee table beside the sofa. An amusing thought came to me that it was trying to get my attention, so I slid down to the end of the sofa - and out of the direct sun - to see what the cactus wanted. I felt like I had just noticed for the first time someone who'd always been there. I cooed to her a bit, then mentally asked what she wanted. Just then I noticed, almost to an exaggerated degree, how cold and dark it was at that spot. This seemed to me like an explicit request...the cactus wanted to be moved closer to the window and bask in the direct sun! Without hesitation I lugged her (all 50 pounds) into the light and sat down with my arms around the pot. For what seemed like hours I sat with her, fascinated by her thorns and sturdy limbs, carefully brushing off dust and even singing to her (which it seemed she also requested). I sensed that she was very ancient, and she reminded me that I too was ancient.

 

I was glad that I was alone, as the presence of others would have distracted me from hearing messages from my plants...now I can't wait to try shrooms this summer in the wilderness somewhere.

 

After, I spent another eternity sprawled out on the floor in the sun. The sun raining through my eyelids and the sound of birds outside made me feel like I was on the floor of an immense forest. Later, I became caught in front of the bathroom mirror by the absolute strangeness of my face. Luckily I had come down quite a bit by then, or I fear I might have spent the whole trip examining my face. While looking into my eyes, I understood why my face was arranged the way it is, in order to bring certain senses to the fore. I think I may also have contacted a dormant personality within me, one which seemed like he could have lived a few centuries ago, somewhere in Europe. He was extremely arrogant but charming, and I could see that some of his traits were expressed in me now, though to a milder degree. I can only speculate.

 

Past lives and communication with the plant world...these were more than I expected, but I was grateful for the experience. Each time I've tried mushrooms has been in a completely different environment. I'm amazed at the variety of experiences that can result. I feel like I could use them both for simple pleasure/recreation and for some serious personal exploration. I have gotten so much of them already after only three trips at relatively low doses, that I'm almost afraid to increase the dose and have an even more intense experience to absorb. I see immense potential. I could say 'where have these mushrooms been all my life?' but I know that only now am I ready for them.

 

Great story!

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what great to do is...take a bunch of shooms and compress as much as possebable into a glass jar then pour honey in the jar to fill up all air pockects. close the jars as tight as posseble and store it in a dark place... what happens is the honey preserves the shrooms, but at the same time it extracts moisture from the shroom. this means the phislocybin in the shroon is pull out and ends up in the honey. anyways when the honey turns a dark purpleish/blue, strain out the mushroom and sweequse as much honey from them as posseble... then you are left with conectrated trippin honey...a must try, worth the wait:idea:

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