Have you ever tripped so much that you were blinded by the visuals or your perceptions? Like having the world turn into only patterns, revisiting memories, or being unable to distinguish what the things in front of you are. I am talking about extremely intense experiences. I am also ruling out DMT for this question because visual overload is common with it.
What was your experience like? How did you cope, if you did at all? Where were you, and what triggered it? (Take into mind that everyone trips differently, and i believe that dosage level only accounts for a part of how much you actually trip. One particular dosage level could give experiences with varying levels, even for the same individual)
I am asking this because it seemed like this had happened to a friend of mine when i was tripping with him.
(warning, a bit long. you don’t have to read it to be in the discussion)
A friend was visiting me in the big city for a few days and he had mentioned that he wanted to trip, since he did not have any contacts. Unfortunately my main mushroom contact was out and my most reliable psychedelics dealer was also out. I remembered about a pot dealer who mentioned to me once that he sold acid, so i contacted him and bought me and my other 2 friends each just one tab. I made a mistake there for not testing what it was before giving it to my less experienced friends. I took the guy’s word for it and believed it was around 250ug of LSD, when it really turned out to be 25i-NBOMe, something i did not realize until days later of researching why my trip was too sinister to be an LSD trip.
~ for the record, most NBOMes (esp. 25i and 2ci) are extremely dangerous hallucinogenic research chemicals that should not be touched by the less experienced. Even so, be careful with buying what you think is LSD because a lot of 25i is being sold as LSD, and since 25i is much stronger and active at much lower doses than LSD, experiences can be terrorizing or fatal. This has become a recent epidemic in the LSD community for the last few years~
So we get to our designated place, a beautiful park in the city right next to the river. It was a huge park that was mostly empty with a lot of green area to just mind your own business in. The weather was perfect, and none of us had any anxiety about any upcoming events. Basically, set and setting where very well thought out to ensure an optimal experience. So we drop the tab as we are walking down a lonely street. My pot dealer calls me and hes actually at the beginning of the street, so we walk back, buy the bud and walk back down the same street. Unbeknownst to us, there was some dude in his car who saw us drop the tabs. He just gave us a thumbs up and said, “Have a crazy trip guys!” Yeah, what a crazy trip it was.
Already 30 minutes in my friend becomes very active and cant wait to go to the concert we had planned for hours later. At this point the gravel of the sidewalk is already spiraling. I thought it was curious for one tab to hit me at this level so quick, but i shrugged it off, enjoying it instead. I start arguing with my active friend (A) about why we can’t fucking walk across arguably the busiest city in the US on what seems to be very strong acid. All the while my other friend (B) is enjoying himself silently.
So we finally get to our designated smoking spot and start the session. Immediately B says he needs to go for a run and will come back shortly and sprints off without waiting for are arguments. We start the circle anyway because i started to feel extremely tense, energy wise, at my core. I sometimes feel this loaded energy whenever i trip, and it is usually released with weed, a relinquishing feeling similar to the feeling of realized you didn’t actually lose what you previously thought you lost. Well anyway, halfway into the session friend A comes back, saying he just had the run of his life, and he took some hits.
We then start walking down a nice path in the park.
We are at the 1 hour mark at this time, and visuals are as intense as the peak of a usual 1 hit blotter. I tell my friend B that i should be at this level 3 hours from now. He states that he is only slowly coming up and is surprised that i am tripping this much. Well i am not freaking out at all at this point, just wondering why its so strong so soon. White color no longer existed, at this point all whites had their saturation pumped so that they actually had color. (There is no one kind of white in reality, there are many variations of temperatures and hues of white that are sometimes missed by the average person, even though all whites should theoretically be blank. My awareness of this phenomena has only heightened since i became an artist). If white no longer existed because of saturation, think of the normal colors! Atmospheric ambient sounds like the droning of the street or the waves of the river became the dominant sound when nothing was making sound in front of me. A body part that stood still for a few minutes would become completely numb. I saw rainbow auras first emanating from people, then animals, and then finally on everything that looked like it had physicality to it. Then there was a point where finally the auras eventually emanated from the air as well, and this huge symphony of aura was revealed to me as the X, Y, and Z coordinate planes of the 3-dimensional world. The grid however was not your usual math textbook grid system, but an XYZ plane system made up of a honeycomb tessellation. Movements from anything no longer looked fluid, but as if they all had to follow the grid system. Finally at some point i realized that i was breathing heavily and that i was kind of dragging my feet instead of actually walking. Then a haunting thought came to me: these visions will only get more powerful, and by walking i was effectively running away from most of them. (Most people will agree with me that you don’t visually trip as hard if you are in constant motion as opposed to remaining stationary) Eventually however i gave up and i requested the group sit down by a nice big tree, enough for 3 of us to put our backs on one side. And then an even more haunting thing happened: i almost physically felt a wave of heat coming from the direction we were just walking away from, and immediately the spirals spin faster, the droning is flanged and reverbed, and the grass below me is tangling with my feet and fingers like a Devil’s Snare. Somehow, just entertaining the thought that i was running from something gave it an existence. I know now that it was probably some external stimuli that i interpreted as something else, but at that moment i could almost feel the drug was engulfing the world rather than engulfing my mind. I look at my friends to make sure they are ok, and i close my eyes to get lost into another world, as it was too stressful at the moment in the park. Confusingly, it seemed like my friend B woke me up before i even closed my eyes. Friend A started to become extremely irrational with this determination of going to the concert. We had agreed earlier that the park seemed like a better place to be, but friend A was not happy about the decision even though he had agreed earlier on to it.He became wrapped in a thought loop, with the concept of “we gotta go” stuck in his head. His face contorted with from obviously discomforting emotions, and so we started walking. We reminded him that by now the concert had already started, and that there was absolutely no way reason we should use the train system this high. He finally accepted that decision, but the thought loop stayed. The concept of “we gotta go” for the concert soon bled out. The concert, as the end destination, was canceled. So by then we did not have an end destination. Me, B and C did not have to talk to mention that obviously, we would stay and trip at the park. But the loss of where to go seemed to overcome friend B. After about a half hour at the tree spot, my friend finally breaks.
He started to cry and state that “this is it, this it the end. im blacking out, im blacking out” We told him he wasn’t and made sure to convince him that it wasn’t. I knew how powerful the mind was at these experiences, and was quiet sure that if he let himself believe he would pass out, that he would. He didn’t but grabbed my hand and told me not to let go. I would not have let go anyway because he was zigzagging irrationally all over the park pathways. He was mumbling a lot of nonsensical things, all having to do with things like end times, cycles, and asking over and over where he was and where we were going. Then at one point he becomes overwhelmed with hysteria. He is freaking out, and almost screaming at some points. All this time, he is mumbling “we gotta go”, and we are half walking and half jogging non stop. This goes on for another hour and the sun sets. Bewildered, i remembered i was tripping (friend A basically took all my mental strength to calm him down) and i took a look at the river. The sky was an almost manufactured, chemical green and magenta. There were deafening, crashing tsunamic waves paradoxically coming from the other side of the river but hitting that side at the same time. We were in the middle of a long, main road of the park and one side was identical to the other. All this time it seemed like no one was watching the teenagers freaking out, it seemed like everyone was trying their best to look away. They did not want to help, and will not be there to help. Friend C wants attempts for the hundredth time to make friend A sit down, but his legs are almost paralyzed. His body would not bend to sit, and his face was mostly blank. I state that the best thing we can do at this point is go at a perpetual motion of walking friend A around the park over and over until the trip is done. Will this ever end, i wonder? Yes, my previous experiences tell me. We make at least 2 circles in this huge park, and still my friend cannot seem to work with us. He has become a malfunctioning robot at this point, i thought at any moment he would scream “error error” in a digitized voice. My friend starts to mumble about infinite cycles. I remember what i said about going at a perpetual motion. Perpetual. Did i really mean that? Did I say that, or was it some dooming prophecy? It seemed ridiculous, the idea that my whole life lead up to this moment to infinitely walk this malfunctioning robot around this park for the rest of eternity. I wondered how do i start accepting this fate. This is the first time i had ever let a crazy idea overcome my otherwise logical mindset (i try to, with success most of the time, to stay as logical as i can under any drug)
Too much fast walking for so long, under this hard drug. At this point i feel like i am going to have an asthma attack, so i let go of my friend into the hands of my other friends and sit on a bench, wondering if i was going to die. I did not want to die, it would be terrible becoming that acid casualty…i wanted to be on the news for doing something great, not for dying from a drug! I sat down on a bench and watched my friends walk away, this time another friend holding A’s hand (all this time i had been holding A’s hand. my hand felt like it was soaked in water for a long time, it even looked like it: i had moist wrinkles on my fingertips).
I realized what i had done, and that i had broken free from my eternal, doomed fate! Then i realized i was just tripping, and i checked myself. I checked my heartbeat (incredibly fast) and made sure i was breathing correctly. I was breathing with difficulty, but i was not wheezing. Good, no asthma. Then i remember friend A and the whole situation i had forgotten when i was checking for my breathing. Immediately i start tripping even harder. The bad situation and thoughts just make my mind crazier and trip more.
It is night, and i am alone. I feel cruel for leaving my friends, but what could i do? I was not as fit as the others, incapable of walking so long for so far under this terrible experience. I look around. Animals seem to be focused on me…3 dogs at this point leave their owners sides to come to me. They seem curious…it feels like they notice something strange. Like they know where i am. Did i know where i am? The park is an alien planet at this point. Alien, but familiar. Kind of like going to a place you’ve never been before and it looks familiar, but the reverse. I get up and start walking towards the direction of my friends, intensely regretting leaving them, but determined to find them. I call all 3. All phones go to voicemail. This is the end…i can’t reach them all, and anyone i look at looks like my friends until i get closer to them. I cant tell any of the flowers apart, when usually there is a huge variety of flowers in the park. I feel doomed, and my visuals are at their peak, even though i should have left the peak by now. The droning of the street had turned into laughing, the straight path curved viciously, and the trees were great furry monsters. This is hell, i thought. The acid was given to me by the devil and the droning laughs were coming from God. This is punishment for apostacy, i thought. All those years i should have been praying…why did i become such a hard atheist? Its because none of the religious nonsense made sense. Yet here was God, laughing at my from the sky, the devil inside me, taking me slowly away from the park, slowly into Hell.
Then i saw it: the rock. The rock we were smoking weed on earlier, the rock we had smoked on for the last 2 years. This one familiar sighting, this oasis, allowed me to rip away the hell around me. I was back to the come down stage. I don’t know what happened to the others, and i send a message to one of my friends to call the ambulance…something we should have done a long time ago i thought. I sit on the rock, glad to see familiar textures, familiar colors…familiar faces? I see my friends in the distance! We rejoice at this moment, and it was a happy one: for friend A had finally calmed down, and stood at one spot. He still could not sit down, and was just mumbling and caught in thought loops. He was a total child. Not a child in the way he acted, but his face had this look about it…a look all children have that adults always lose…a look that reminded me of ignorant bliss, simplicity and love. Finally my friend became blank and would not say much for the next few minutes, and then gibberish language (glossolalia?) and then back to the child. He began to talk of forces such as water, sand, wind and fire…and to me these forces represented freedom. A kind of freedom that i had almost experienced in a very mystical mushroom experience of mind. It was the idea of being a water droplet and falling into the ocean. A sand grain added to the beach. An ember joining a forest fire. Flying through the air as the wind, into other winds. It was an ultimate freedom, the highest, truest form of freedom. To just becoming one with the greater forces, both being nothing individually but everything collectively.
We watched friend A slowly starting to make more sense. It was like watching the brain re-construct itself. Sure, he was coming off the drug. But it felt more than that. Every time he would remember something important about himself and existence, he would just say it. The first thing he remembered was that he was in the city. Then he remembered the park. Then he remembered his family. After that he stated his name. It was peculiar to see him state these seemingly random things, like as if he was surprised that he knew them. Finally he comes back, and we take the train to my place, and tell him to fill us in.
Basically, his mind was not at the park after the whole event when he started to think he was blacking out. Apparently he was in many different “places”, the most familiar ones being memories that he would be living through all over again. Suddenly all the random mumbling made sense. The child made sense. That blank period made sense. He seemed to relive his whole life all the way to childhood. To birth? He mentioned of a point where he saw something he could not describe, but was the pinnacle of the trip. Was this before birth? The same as death? Yet another cycle in this crazy trip. But who knows, not i, as the outside observer. Even he can’t remember it all, or make sense of it. Who could?
@kazi, that was nuts man. I’ve never tried those research chemicals, but I’ve talked to plenty of people who have and really want to stay as far away as I can. Reading this only solidifies that, haha. I tripped as hard as you guys did on real acid last weekend. I was crying at one point too.
@tangledupinplaid21, yes definitely stay away, i would have avoided that experience if i had known what i was getting into. Still, sometimes they sneak up on you. A good piece of advice is: If its bitter, its a spitter. LSD is usually tasteless.
Was your experience good? I think that if my friends and i were tripping at the same level but on some clean LSD, it could have been a great trip.
never had visual overload on anything but DMT or Salvia – unless you count extremely vived CEVs but those are pretty common on higher dosages of most psychedelics. I’ve had some strong OEVs but I still know its reality
I do plan to take 25c with LSD at one point and that should be interesting. Otherwise I have little interest in most RCs, but they can be fun and interesting – just gotta be careful. 25c looks gorgeous without much of a mindfuck, its just wicked visuals.
I won’t say stay away from RCs because some are pretty awesome in their own right from what I have heard – but if you go into them expecting LSD you will probably be disappointed. I have only had experience with 25c, but it was a great time. Not bad body load and I didn’t notice much vasoconstriction.
I don’t have time to read all that right now, but besides smoked DMT I’ve had overwhelming/blinding visuals with 2ci and ayahuasca. I skimmed your post and saw a bunch of mentions about 2ci and from what I read I can agree, it’s a little strong and doesn’t feel very natural at all. It felt like it was forcing visuals, everything was contorted and trippy but in an uncomfortable, mechanical way. A couple weeks later the same source as the 2ci gave me some legit LSD (both experiences were new to me) and I had a much, much more fun time on the LSD. Although the visuals weren’t as intense as the 2ci, they were 100% more meaningful and enjoyable.
And with the Ayahuasca, I’ve had moments where it peaks to the intensity of a smoked DMT trip. Especially during one particular experience while I was purging. It felt like my entire insides were ripped out, and in that moment it felt like all the muscles in my body were clenching and wretching and suddenly everything became a dreamland for 5-10 minutes. It wasn’t so much cool, out-of-reality visuals, but just everything I could see looked very different and new, like my brain was seeing it all for the first time. Almost felt confusing. Other Ayahuasca trips have been intensely visual, but in very brilliant ways. Patterns eeeverywhere from the floors to the ceiling.
I’ll give a short paragraph or so on the peek of my 4.5 gram shroom trip:
It was beautiful. My entire field of vision was full of archaic, abstract yet concrete horizontal columns FILLED with hieroglyphics that were interlocking and moving side to side. In reality, I was sitting on a picnic table with my best friend staring into a forest. This was not overwhelming and in fact it felt like I was simply a witness to it; I was the “observer” as mystics like to say. I had no thoughts, thus no terror. It was one of the most memorable and amazing experiences I’ve ever had. Still confused as to what it all means. Definitely, for one, that everything is deeply interconnected. I’m still having trouble with the hieroglyphics though.
Almost every shroom trip I’ve had consists of some form of hieroglyphics. One time my buddy and I both saw an Egyptian god holding a staff layered throughout the sky. He was scattered in different directions and sizes and was see-through. We literally both saw the same thing at the same time. We both looked at each other and were like… “Hey… do you see what I see in the sky? What? That Egyptian god everywhere? Yup.” Only on half an eighth too.
Also the pillared/columned/hieroglyphic world looked like this but way cooler and moving side to side:
@avernus, i agree that some research chemicals and analogues can be fun, and some are just as safe as and close to LSD, such as ald52 or AL-LAD. However that bad trip and the fact that a friend of mine had a seizure on an NBOMe has made me steer clear from them forever, even though some people claim that their experiences are fine at small dosage levels.
@blankey, i have heard and read of many accounts where glyphs and symbols had shown up in people’s trips. I have yet to have anything like that, and i hope one day i will so i can study them. Are the symbols the same for multiple people or are they just a projection of our subconscious? I think maybe the latter.
The most interesting thing i have experience while looking at text and characters is when i was looking at a Tibetan tapestry that had illustrations of lions on it. The characters no longer looked like language but instead they took on the form of miniature versions of those lion illustrations. Made me appreciate the calligraphy a lot, it was beautiful.
@blankey, i have heard and read of many accounts where glyphs and symbols had shown up in people’s trips. I have yet to have anything like that, and i hope one day i will so i can study them. Are the symbols the same for multiple people or are they just a projection of our subconscious? I think maybe the latter.
The most interesting thing i have experience while looking at text and characters is when i was looking at a Tibetan tapestry that had illustrations of lions on it. The characters no longer looked like language but instead they took on the form of miniature versions of those lion illustrations. Made me appreciate the calligraphy a lot, it was beautiful…
@kazi, I read your entire report, and by the sound of it I’m sure you won’t be touching any RC’s soon. It sounds like your friend had an ego death. If you speak of rebirth, then his old ego died and then was replaced with a new one, and I believe the collective unconscious rebuilds it. See, when you mention “his mind was not at the park”, his consciousness transcended time and space, and his mind was somewhere else, in another reality that is dominated by the unconscious. Since the unconscious contains our ego’s memories it’s not surprising that that he experienced his memories all over again, that’s fucking beautiful.
@blankey, Well, the both of you had synchronicity. Both of your consciousness were in synch, so in a way psychedelics produce telepathy in groups. Whenever tripping, whether you’re aware of it or not the mind is in tune with the collective unconscious. Here is a repository of all human knowledge and experience, so it’s no wonder that you saw a piece of an ancient civilization, in such a vivid and lucid visual.
When you’re able to give up “thinking” you give into the flow… which allows your brain waves to slow down and allow the softening of ego defenses. Soon, your beta waves (baseline consciousness) slow down to an alpha state, then theta, and in these two you’re able to experience the realm of the collective unconscious. Whenever you meditate your brain waves slow down into the alpha and theta states, and leading the conscious mind to soften, or ego softening. Whenever you sleep your conscious disappears from normal reality and into the reality of dreams, which is the unconscious and collective unconscious.
A quick note on 25i and 25c, that shit is extremely strong. It isn’t a beginner’s psychedelic, and I don’t think you should be in public on it either, especially a concert. Stay safe, be in a house when experimenting with NBOMe, and realize that this substance isn’t the most researched psychedelic.
@kazi, ‘bitter spitter’ does not work with what you took, the reason LSD (and this) don’t taste like anything is because their dose is so small, you can’t possibly taste them.
That trip was incredible. I can only imagine your friends. My very first trip on mushrooms I took 1/16th ounce of some that I can’t believe were as strong as they were – 1/16th ounce and I was very near to where you were. They must have been azurescens, but I will never know. The feeling of the trip ending was the most relieving yet at the same time confusing thing I can remember. At one point – and I like this – you said “It was familiar, but backwards”.
And the glyphs – after many experiments with mary jane, after taking mushrooms, I can now see glyphs and symbols when smoking. I took a small nibble of mushrooms (left overs from friends) a couple weeks ago, and stared in the sky. Colossal mayan-like glyphs slowly drifted over me, miles and miles long and wide. Weighing billions of tons, depicting Gods and such. It was a very beautiful thing, my mouth was wide open the entire day – but nothing near as powerful as you describe.
I’ve never had a blank-out on anything other than DMT and salvia, both of which are so short that it just doesn’t compare.
@ijesuschrist, i should have mentioned that what i took was bitter. i didn’t think too much about it at that time because i still was not sure of the “bitter spitter” idea then. In fact, i had had experiences with slightly distasteful acid before this experience and they turned out fine (the distastefulness could have been because of the paper, ink or chemical residue). However this 25i was incredibly bitter, which made me re-evaluate my previous doubt with the “bitter spitter” rule.
@kazi, Well again – LSD & the NBoMe compounds are at doses so low you cannot taste them, even at high active doses.
Bitter compounds are usually the 2C family.
I had a bitter thing a couple weeks ago. As it was tempting my tongue I was wondering whether to swallow or not – I really wanted real acid, not something else. I spit it out. Then I was like fuck. I put it back in my mouth, chewed it a bit, swallowed, but spit the paper back out.
Nothing. And that shit was BITTER.
I’m guessing you had 2C something, and a whole shit load of it.
@ijesuschrist, you make a sensible argument, though there seems to be agreement about the bitterness of certain “acid”, even at low doses, in other forums for the internet drug community. However i do agree that LSD at it’s purest form should not taste bitter, but you’ve got to think about any residue that is left from the synthesis or what kind of liquid the chemicals are submerged in. That’s were the bitterness can come from; impurities.
I could have gotten 2C, but there is a trip report i read on erowid about a 25i trip gone wrong that sounds eerily like my experience.
‘m still debating on whether or not different psychedelics have their own unique quality that everyone experiences. Whether it be visual, physical, etc. I know some differences are obvious but a lot chemicals kind of feel the same.
I would like to correct you on your statement about dosages with LSD and 25x nBOMES. LSD is active at dosages as low as 30 to 50 micrograms (slight stimulation and maybe a brightening of colors). 200 to 250 micrograms is about the equilvilent to an 8th of P. Cubensis mushrooms or your standard gold caps of proper potency. 25i is usually dosed at around 500 micrograms which will produce a mild and not overwhelming trip. 1 milligram to 1.5 milligrams of 25i (probably around what you took) will produce intense visuals and very kinky and unpleasant body effects such as lower back and abdominal aches and the feeling that you took something not quite right. Therefore LSD dosage wise is much more potent then 25i, although you can not over dose on LSD where as 25i is attributed to multiple deaths around the country and the world. 25i is an RC and should not be consumed by anybody.
@blankey, i feel it brother. i remember seeing golden glyphs, with almost a sheen light like glow to them when i was off about a quarter of mushrooms, like 5 hits of really clean acid, and pure molly + weed…in a procession over about 24 hours straight, when i was in a loving relationship. i started *channeling* information. i was speaking in a voice that sounded nothing like mine, saying thing’s that made perfect sense in a very odd elderish tone of speaking. my girlfriend had to work in the morning and information was just flooding into my brain…i wrote this: https://www.facebook.com/notes/joseph-morrone/reality/435307396539613…and then my first google search.. high existence was found.
@blankey, my first tear through reality was with the same girlfriend, but our first mushroom trip inside my little room. we were dancing and next thing we know there is this deep shining pink laser~tinselly like “thing” was drawing in the sky. we watched it for a bit as it drew a stair case in DEEP space. i had enough and didnt really know how or what to think and stopped watching way before she did. my girlfriend kept talking and talking about it after and i really didnt know how i felt about it. needless to say it was my first psychedelic experience that blew me off my fucking hinges. i was paranoid all night because i felt a presence in my head hearing my thoughts. other then that…..i was auditorily hallucinating pilot’s speaking on radio’s all fucking night. nuts.
oh and… my ex still swear’s she conceived a “star child” that night. through the intimateness of our energy to the point in where she felt violated.
@kazi, The real difference is potency.
The thing with 2c, 25 nbome, lsd, psilocybin, mescaline, MDA – they all target the 5HT receptors. This is the ‘psychedelic high’. There are a ton of different ones, each has mysterious functions, but overall activating one will activate a subset, and thus be quite similar to others.
The differences between these is their ability to activate other families of receptors – such as the adrenergic, opiod, and dopamine receptors. This is where amphetamines and opiates differ substantially, yet some, like MDMA, and MDA especially can bring about both incredible euphoria, but also slight (or strong) psychedelic states.
LSD is a bit of a catch all, and having taken what I believe to be pure LSD, I can say that there is a serious caffeine-like energy quality to it that psilocybin and mescaline lack. But the visuals, the psychedelic thought process, all very similar.
Mescaline, however, is even more similar to MDMA, causing it to give profound euphoria while also mimicing a strong psychedelic trip, making it my favorite amongst the entheogens.
@kazi, I’ve had this happen twice…. Once, I was on 3 hits of some really good acid, and I was sitting on my toilet staring at the orange tiled floor, and it just became a vortex of fractals….crazy orange fractals…. and I went into those vortexes….. The other time was recently, I had taken some chocolate bars that were supposed to have mushrooms in them ( I learned that they had actually been some type of chemical) and I have never been so disoriented from a drug… I was sitting in my friends basement discussing life with him, he was having a normal deep flow of thoughts, I was stuck on the fact that we exist, and that we live on a little speck of nothing, I couldn’t think of anything else and the image ‘Pale blue dot’ was stuck in my mind…. He was sitting to the left of me and I knew that, but a weird sensation occurred and either my mind or my vision was telling me that he was actually upside down on the ceiling to my right…. I just ‘felt’ or ‘perceived’ that he and all of the furniture in the room was in a different location then it actually was….it made me very uneasy and sick feeling, dizzy almost. So I drove home, which felt like i was swerving violently and swiftly the entire time, and tried to relax until the trip ended….it wasn’t a very positive trip, and I haven’t tripped since, but I do plan on doing some fresh mushrooms in the future….
@josephm, “i was paranoid all night because i felt a presence in my head hearing my thoughts”
There is always a presence observing our own thoughts. Except the secret is, you are not your thoughts, but that presence. What a relief it is to finally see and accept that. :)