DOSE:

4 g

oral

Mushrooms

(tea)

BODY WEIGHT:

141 lb

I was planning on going on a backpacking trip with 3 friends up into the mountains to take mushrooms. I had taken shrooms twice before. The first time I did them I took 4 grams and didn't feel anything. At the time I didn't really understand what mushroom would do or the proper dose but 4 grams was probably way too much to start with so thank God I didn’t get an effect that time. About a month after that I started to get very interested in people's experiences with expanded consciousness and ineffable experiences. I never found the right time to do them until about 5 months later. I tripped with some friends in the mountains just like I’m about to tell you about. Only I was hiking and being active so the effects were less this first time.

I practice better traits in my life for the week or so leading up to a trip. I work-out, pray, meditate, abstain from weed, nicotine, or alcohol, and practice abstinence from pornography. These are things I always try in my life but am more strict about them before I plan on tripping.

This is where the start of this trip begins. The group I am with consists of myself, Jack, Tony, and Wyatt. I have been longtime friends with Jack since childhood and know Tony and Wyatt through him. The four of us hike about 5 miles into camp and arrive there at about 11am. We set up camp and are then ready to trip. There was a large rock (probably 20 feet in diameter) that is shaped like the skull of a T-rex. We take out the mushroom tea that we had brewed up previously. We had 17.5 grams of dried shrooms mixed into the vat of tea and split between the four of us. I figure this is around 3.5 - 4 grams for me since I didn’t fully finish mine. We had added a lot of lemon juice for lemon tekking. We drank ours and within about 10 minutes I could already feel the effects. I had been planning on having a more divine or transcendent trip as opposed to the others in the group who were looking more for a fun time.

The effects start hitting and I see the classic tube type shapes and intricate geometry when I close my eyes. We got down from the rock and sat together for a bit before they went a little further down the river and I was meditating by myself. I started to feel anxious without a source, but I expected this since I am a bit nervous on the come up of stuff like this. It started getting a bit more uncomfortable. When I tried laying on my back and closing my eyes I saw 6 heads staring down at me so I didn’t want to lay down. I walked over to the river by myself and it just kept getting stronger. It got more anxiety inducing. I started to see faces. But not good faces. They would laugh at me. They were malicious. They laughed and mocked me about how little I knew.

Wisdom has been an important subject for me in the past 6 months of my life especially. I had already come to terms with the fact that, “I know that I know nothing” as Socrates would put it. Them laughing at me didn’t really bother me much because I don’t have a hardened ego and am open to the truth, whatever it might be. The faces would not go away though. They got worse and worse. They turned demonic. They were elongated at the lower face, laughing uncontrollably, smiling demonically non-stop. They started to mock me and I now knew they were demons. Not angels that look scary but are benevolent. Evil.

I got up and walked back to the camp and started to see the faces everywhere. Eyes opened or closed regardless. I ate some dried mango to try to just do something else but after taking a few bites of the mango I looked down at it. “Oh fuck nah.” The mango had the same tapered down shape as the chins of the demonic faces. I threw it and spit out the parts in my mouth. I walked over to my friends by the river to talk to them for a bit but did not mention what was going on. Regardless of whether or not I told them and no matter how much they tried to comfort me, psychedelics are a solo mission with or without people around. Consciousness is a subjective experience. I layed down on a flat rock about 5 or 10 feet from them and closed my eyes to once again meet with the demons. They continued with their evils. They were sodomising in front of me. I thought this would only last a little while until they would get more creative, but no. Non stop sodomy and the most revolting terrible sexual things you could think of. I wanted not to see what I was seeing. The faces were so distorted looking and the acts so vile. Sometimes there was one face but never more than about 8 I think.

This whole time though I have not been terrified. I saw hell in front of my eyes but my soul was not consumed by it. It was uncomfortable witnessing such heinous acts being shoved right in front of my nose, but in my soul, in my deepest being I was zen. I prayed to God, that they may not ruin me, and I had no fear. The images didn’t stop. In fact they got worse, but I in my deepest being was fine. I started to pray the “Our Father.” The demons did not go away, they still were there demonically smiling and laughing. When I would pray out loud they would not audibly say anything but would just mouth the words to the prayer to scare me and were trying to tell me there was no God, no hope, and this a damnation. I did not succumb to their lies of ruin. It was an incoherent slosh of absolute sin and evil that wanted nothing more than the ruin of my soul. I kept praying and they kept sodomising. This continued non stop for 3 hours.

By this point I started to remember myself better. I had some ego dissolution but could remember certain things about my life if I tried hard to remember. After 3 hours of disgusting imagery and clinging onto God for dear life, I remembered one of my favorite songs. It is “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King. The song has always reminded me of my relationship with God, and I started to sing it. Beautiful. I woke up from the trip. I had passed out on the rock by the river in a semi-conscious state. I sat up and prayed and thanked God for saving me. I looked around and saw the river flowing. Crystal clear and pure. The beautiful mountains were surrounding me and were covered in a lush vibrant green layer of vegetation that almost looks like the mountains in Central America. What a beautiful gift. I started to cry. Tears of joy trickled down my face, and I said to God how sorry I was for all the times in my life I have done what is wrong and neglected what is right. I said sorry to Him for all the people who don’t know him and must navigate life without him and prayed for them. I said sorry to all those people as well for not knowing the greatest true joy in the universe. I cried uncontrollably as tears and mucus covered my face.

I was sunburnt from being exposed to the sun while passed out on the rock. My boots and pants were wet from failing a rock jump across the river while tripping. I was an absolute mess filled with complete ecstasy. I saw a tall rock that reached 20 feet into the sky. I needed to go up there. I got to my feet and jumped across the river and made it this time. I crawled up this steep and slippery rock, covered in dirt and cutting up my palms from the sharp granite texture, but I didn’t care in the slightest. I looked to the mountains and up to the sky and embraced God. Absolute bliss. My friends saw me up there from camp and called out to me, and I said I would be there in a bit. This moment was too good to cut short.

I went to piss off the rock once I had marinated in God’s presence for a while. When I went to do so I saw a man and his girlfriend walk about 20 feet in front of me. I was not embarrassed in the slightest. I just laughed and thought of how trivial it would be to care about something so mundane. I got down from the rock and smiled my way back to camp, and all I said to my friends was you have no idea what I just went through. And never said a word about it to them after that. Just sat there completely exhausted but in a good way. Like I had run a marathon and won. Gathered some firewood with my hatchet after that and just enjoyed it all. What a gift.

After getting home from the trips (both camping and psychedelic). I read the Bible from where I last left off and the passage talked about how an unclean spirit will wander and once finding someone will bring with it seven others. That leaves 8. The maximum number of demons I would see at any one given time was 8. I really do think I would have been absolutely destroyed mentally if I didn't have God there with me. I am so very grateful for Christ.

As of now, while I’m writing this, it has been 5 days since the trip, and I don’t plan on tripping again anytime soon. I had taken the mushrooms to see the divine. And I got both what I asked for and the complete opposite. I am very grateful for the experience and am happy I went through it, but it was not pleasant for 95% of the time. After witnessing such awful things I truly don’t think I will ever be able to watch porn again. Before the trip I knew it was bad but never realized how demonic and perverse it was on that profound of a level.

God bless you all!

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 118858
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 17
Published: May 2, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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