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Transgressing Reality Using Psychoactives
Mushrooms, Cannabis & MDA
by dose-of-sunshine
Citation:   dose-of-sunshine. "Transgressing Reality Using Psychoactives: An Experience with Mushrooms, Cannabis & MDA (exp103762)". Sep 13, 2021.

T+ 0:00
  oral Mushrooms
  T+ 1:30 0.5 tablets oral MDA
  T+ 2:30   oral Mushrooms
  T+ 0:00   repeated smoked Cannabis


It was a Sunday evening that I had my first trip on shrooms (and other substances). This was unlike any trip I’ve ever endured, then of course this was my first time experimenting with psychedelics. I have come to understand why artists of all categories would toy with such an experience in search of inspiration.

My counterpart to this experience was an old friend. I can assure you that I had been anticipating this experience for the past weeks or so. We met at a park near my house at around 7. It came with great surprise that he had his own set of wheels, but nonetheless it was better than being confined to walking distances.

I have on record that we first ingested the shrooms at between 7:10 and 7:20. We each had what I assumed to be 2 grams. The taste was very bitter, unpleasant, though tolerable. It dawned on me that I probably should have tried taking them with chocolate, but the taste wasn't entirely discomforting. Following the initial intake, we began to smoke sweet ol' Mary J. I honestly had no intentions of smoking at all that night. I mainly wanted to feel the shrooms rather than mixing my substances, however, I felt as though maybe weed could suppress some of the negative effects and enhance the more positive effects. The duality of weed and shrooms in one trip was bliss. I remember my friend saying that “everything looks [more] brighter”. I could somewhat sense his angle. The half hour that followed the shrooms and weed combo displayed reality with vibrant colors, unlike I’d ever imagine while sober. I had the greatest urge to greet my surroundings with an infinite smile that would never cease. To recollect each moment of hour 1 requires extreme effort. To best describe that waking hour would be comparing myself to a wandering spirit. Though quite sensible of my surroundings, my mind was afar, afloat in constant thought. I felt like a wise philosopher. Endlessly analyzing the atmosphere, and the depth of my surroundings, I felt as though I were walking smoothly with no complications. For most of the trip though, my mind was perpetually surfing through ideas.

We really had no clue what to do. Not so sure how my fellow peer was feeling at this point, but I felt as though I could adjust to anything. Although my mind was fully alert, my ability to make logical decisions was eradicated. Somehow, we boiled our decision (not even sure if this was a decision or a spontaneous act) to relocating to another park. By the time we arrived (we walked; my friend could not drive at this point), the dark had already approached us. I had mentioned taking the remaining shrooms under fear that I wasn't feeling the full effect, and it wouldn't be till eventually that we’d do so. We settled near the pond, by the bridge that is adjacent to a set of stairs. It seemed late, but in actuality, time was going at its usual pace. The mission at this point was to continue blazing. We smoked relentlessly, into a reality that is lavished with eternal happiness and euphoric sensations. I have lost all sense of time, and I am absorbing the essence of how this substance has manipulated my perception of reality.

At some part during our trip, [insert friend's name here] offers me half a drop of MDA. Though I hadn't gathered sufficient intel on MDA, I had some sense of the drug. It took some time cutting it in half, especially because of its compact size. Triumphantly though, the efforts were justified. I would assume at between 8:30 and 9:20 we popped the MDA, and afterwards we presumed our session. Weed was in full effect, as it usually is, and upon concluding the sesh at the park, we ventured onward in hopes of seeking an appropriate setting for the pending high. I recall walking throughout the area, still aware of my physical presence, but my mind was perpetually in a trance of awe and thought. The scope of reality under the influence of substances is definitively of high resolution. Lights. Colors. Everyday reality projects an ambient vibrancy. From time to time I grew slightly paranoid that the people around me knew of my trip, but then it would eventually slip my mind.

[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

We made our way back to [insert friend's name here] car. Both of us felt discombobulated, but the euphoria was overpowering. Senseless of what to do next, the only solution I could gather that seemed appropriate was heading to the beach. It would be the second best decision of the night. So before embarking on our next journey (it was probably between 9:30 and 10 at this point) we alas took more shrooms, and carried on with reducing the supply of weed (we smoked 2 bowls to be exact). The night felt young, and I was reaching further into my subconscious. I wasn't sensing any visuals or visual distortion in my field of vision, but my thoughts remained sporadic.

Time was still absent, for I had lost track of the hour, but the high was undoubtedly in motion. I can’t recall exactly when or if I even felt the MDA kick in, however, I do remember the tingly sensations fixed all throughout my body. I remember feeling my body and reminding myself of the surrealness of the situation. We safely made it to the beach where again, we found ourselves secluded in confusion. We advanced towards the sand and as I gazed upon my surroundings, it had sunk into me that I was tripping on an odd mixture of shrooms, MDA, and cannabis. This realization began to truly shape my experience as everything grew increasingly remote, partially distorted, and intensely enhanced. Because walking on sand is a minor hassle even when sober, to bear such difficulty on this trip made this simple walk seem like a mild adventure in the desert. Nothing seemed within my reach, and it was somewhat pestering. Disregarding the minor annoyances, the trip was incredibly sensational. Listening to the hymns of the ocean’s tide was remarkable, and it induced an orgasmic delight to my hearing. It was soothingly therapeutic. The cold breeze was magic against my skin.

To progress further into the night, we were acquainted with the ocean. It roared, facing us with a calm rapture. The ocean called to me that night. Despite the unlikeliness of how this may sound, I wanted to feel its essence. Facing the ocean, we continued to smoke. I took off my shoes to feel the Earth. Cold sand, cold water, cold night. Lights emanating from the pier posed beautifully against the night sky. I could stare at the ferris wheel for hours consecutively, but at the same time I wanted to stare deeply at everything else. Never has life held such depth. As I was staring into the ocean, all felt complete. It was as though I was glaring into the Earth’s soul. My companion and I stood nearly motionless, staring with great focus at the ocean for what seemed like an eternity. Everything caught my attention: the stars above, of course the ocean, lights coming from all paths, remote sounds. What I thought fascinating was how the black sky blended well with the ocean. You couldn't even distinguish that there was an ocean present at all. It was probably 1 in the morning at this point in our expedition. We smoked the rest of the night in spite of maintaining a decent high, or at least I did.

Mindless zombies, our minds were completely intoxified. High on a completely different level from your typical cannabis high. But It didn’t even seem like we were braindead. The trip resembled more of a spiritualistic journey which I engaged heavily with thought. Staring deeply into what seemed oblivion, my thoughts, absorbing the inexplicable ecstasy of the trip, it was all rich in experience. The drug induced reality which I presided triggered my spirituality, and I was experiencing happiness through unusual circumstances.

The remainder of the night, I felt overwhelmingly lethargic in a physical sense, but my mind was in full hyperactivity. When I would close my eyes I could see different patterns, not of any distinctive color, but an array of glowing patterns slowly shifting about in a lava lamp-like movement. Even when I would focus my vision on a particular area of lighting or openness, the motion of everything was brought to life in a stimulating display. The beach proved to be an excellent atmosphere for tripping on multiple substances. In closing, tripping on psilocybin mushrooms proved to be a glorious adventure. I would love to endure a drug embellished journey of this stature more frequently.

Exp Year: 2014ExpID: 103762
Gender: Female 
Age at time of experience: Not Given 
Published: Sep 13, 2021Views: 157
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