Milky Weed
Well-Known Member
Hey trippers, sippers, and dippers. Hope everyone is doing well this time of year. I wanted to share a very strong mushroom experience i had, that involved 7g of lemon tekked unknown woodlover species.
I was hanging with a girl and she whipped out 2 1/8th of boomies, i thought sweet time to trip and get funky!
I prepared them in a way that i knew it would be very intense, i had planned on splitting it with the girl but she ended up not liking the taste. When i blended them the water did not turn bruise ink blue like usual all the other times i did it. This was my first tip off these were a different species, they were also very small mushrooms.
The girl took one gulp of one of the cups, said it was disgusting and gave it to me to drink, so i drank both 1/8ths.
It coulden’t have been 10 mins later when i started getting first alerts i may be tripping, and the girl puked around that time and it reeked of mushrooms. I began to panic that if she had felt that light sip i may be in for a ride.
I blew away in the breeze immediatley. It was night time, and i noticed the glow bugs on this nice nice night were lighting up in chains that connected to the stars. All the wildlife and insects around me began to sound like an orchestra of light, the sounds intertwining with the moonlight.
I managed to slowly walk to a chair by the pond, and as i sat down my skeleton melded with the chair, seemingly fusing to me. I did not quite understand what was happening, but i decided to smoke a joint that may or may not have existed.
As i sat in the chair, the landscape seemed to roll up into my hands like a joint, and as i sat in a dark void smoking the landscape, as the smoke let out it began to replace the landscape around me, filling it in again.
These are some of the last things i remember, i believe i was solidly high for 3 days, or simply i could just not come down mentally after seeing what i saw, i do not remember most of it.
I had a great trip, but i was unable to speak for roughly a month afterwards, and i had forgotten my own name. It almost seems like i was in a mental state of ego death for an extended period of time, and had to be commited.
I remember re-learning my own name and identity while in the ward, and that was quite an experience.
Psychedelics are very powerful, and i am all for them, i had eaten quarters of mushrooms many times before (not lemon tekked) and strips of lsd on many occasions. But that experience even blew my highest dmt trips out of the water by about a mile.
I was hanging with a girl and she whipped out 2 1/8th of boomies, i thought sweet time to trip and get funky!
I prepared them in a way that i knew it would be very intense, i had planned on splitting it with the girl but she ended up not liking the taste. When i blended them the water did not turn bruise ink blue like usual all the other times i did it. This was my first tip off these were a different species, they were also very small mushrooms.
The girl took one gulp of one of the cups, said it was disgusting and gave it to me to drink, so i drank both 1/8ths.
It coulden’t have been 10 mins later when i started getting first alerts i may be tripping, and the girl puked around that time and it reeked of mushrooms. I began to panic that if she had felt that light sip i may be in for a ride.
I blew away in the breeze immediatley. It was night time, and i noticed the glow bugs on this nice nice night were lighting up in chains that connected to the stars. All the wildlife and insects around me began to sound like an orchestra of light, the sounds intertwining with the moonlight.
I managed to slowly walk to a chair by the pond, and as i sat down my skeleton melded with the chair, seemingly fusing to me. I did not quite understand what was happening, but i decided to smoke a joint that may or may not have existed.
As i sat in the chair, the landscape seemed to roll up into my hands like a joint, and as i sat in a dark void smoking the landscape, as the smoke let out it began to replace the landscape around me, filling it in again.
These are some of the last things i remember, i believe i was solidly high for 3 days, or simply i could just not come down mentally after seeing what i saw, i do not remember most of it.
I had a great trip, but i was unable to speak for roughly a month afterwards, and i had forgotten my own name. It almost seems like i was in a mental state of ego death for an extended period of time, and had to be commited.
I remember re-learning my own name and identity while in the ward, and that was quite an experience.
Psychedelics are very powerful, and i am all for them, i had eaten quarters of mushrooms many times before (not lemon tekked) and strips of lsd on many occasions. But that experience even blew my highest dmt trips out of the water by about a mile.
