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Beyond a Trip
Amanita muscaria
by Tony
Citation:   Tony. "Beyond a Trip: An Experience with Amanita muscaria (exp29067)". Erowid.org. Dec 14, 2003. erowid.org/exp/29067

 
DOSE:
28 g oral Amanitas - A. muscaria (dried)

BODY WEIGHT: 152 lb


Chapter I

I would just lay there and think about anything. Images of that thing along with some other images kept flashing through my head. Tom came in and as he spoke to me and I looked at him, Iíd see flashes of both him and myself right where he stood. After he left I went back into bed, and kept thinking. Eventually I tried imagining everything and nothing (certainly not at the same time). After some time, I was stuck, and all I could think about was everything, I did this to such an extreme and the images were coming at such amazing speeds that actual time had appeared to slow down to a crawl. And soon enough time would start looping.

Lost in thought I let my mind go with all of this. Suddenly I heard a knock at the door, I knew already what was to come. I step out into the hallway and no one was there, but I knew Stan had to be nearby. I was certain he wanted to fuck with my head. So after I chase him down, I try to explain my situation of being in the state of mind I was in. I go back to my room, and sure enough he wouldnít leave me alone.

Having taken 28 grams of shrooms (meaning 1 oz), I was very susceptible to all sorts of perplexities of the brain. I should never have clued him into this looping of time I was experiencing. He stood in my room, repeating certain things purposely and he surely could see I was being tortured by the strain he caused. I canít remember all that was said between the two of us, but I know at one point I was stating ďI need God,Ē I felt in someway that would help break up the looping. It felt like eternities upon eternities that Stan plagued my room. I was thrown into the most dreadful of repetitions and duplications of anything and everything.


Stan tried jumping on me at some point and at that very moment the repetitions, multiplied right before my eyes. My vision then doubled, I saw something like a split screen with the mirror image on one side. Things grew even more chaotic, the doubling was then repeated. Now I saw four identical happenings of what was going on around me. All I perceived then grew exponentially until, I couldnít even make out the world around me any more. Existence was rapped up neatly into a cylindrical disk. Thoughts were flowing through me quicker than time itself.

I was trying to bend time back to normal, but these were failed attempts. What I felt, thought, and perceived at this moment is beyond words. Time no longer existed.

Later, I found myself back in my room, with Stan trying to communicate with me. I could understand him, but after being away from this dimension for so long, I my native vocabulary. I could recognize the words he was saying, but I couldnít mimic them. Little by little I began to speak. Because of the time shifting, I was unable to say a full word from beginning to end in the right order. I sat up in my bed. I was told I should use the bathroom, but I couldnít stand. All of my matter was being relayed from some place above. The atoms in my body were being sent back and forth. This was the reason I couldnít get up. The particles being sent back to me were infinitely dense. It started in my left leg, from the tips of my toes. Stan tried to push me to get me to move, but it hurt moving just my normal body, my dense particles werenít moving. Once the atoms were all transmitted to me I was able to move again.

Standing up was the least of my troubles. When time is as unstable as the shifting winds, one can find himself stepping forward and immediately afterwards living that moment several times over in reverse. My attempts to talk surely reflected that very point. It was a struggle trying to convey the most simple of sentences. I was certain that time had shifted and didnít want to budge back to where it belonged. I interpreted time about two seconds off from where it usually was.

I began to notice that the particles in actuality hadnít finished being transmitted. As the particles came (at a rate getting infinitesimally small), the world and myself started to synchronize. Until I was just a fraction of a second off. The joy I felt at that moment was immense. As I was leaving, time did continue to run back and forth. But anyone would rather that over being two seconds away from actuality.

After a few more bothersome antics, Stan & co. decide its time to go to bed.

Finally away from the annoyances of meddling company, I climbed into bed once more. I wondered if Iíd be able to be at ease once again after all the mental agony, compliments of Stan.

Still shaken by the preceding events, I closed my eyes and let go. Yet was still in the grasp of everything. But now I was free from outside interference and I could resolve these irregularities within. Spiraling through thought, I left our world, almost like those few seconds right before you fall asleep. However, where I then went was far from sleep.


Chapter II

I must be dead. Moments ago, I was pulled through a cosmic array of galaxies, atoms, and energy. When a man decides to examine himself he never goes this deep. I saw myself; first removing all connections to the superficial world, then abandoning physical form, and lastly forgetting all preconceived notions of existence.
There is nothing for me to hide behind. I am completely disconnected and free. It is neither intensely negative nor positive. All I know is that I am surrounded by black.
A few thoughts and memories creep back to me. But I donít remember dieing. I run through possible scenarioís of my end: maybe I was shot, or killed in some freak accident involving an out-of-control eighteen-wheeler or meteor, maybe I died in my sleep.
The cylindrical disk or everything is above me, I surely fell off of it. Thereís no way I can ever get back up there so I descend.
While drifting downward, I experience bits and pieces of life again. But not directly, only potentials in life. The same instances, with varying outcomes.
My friends and I are hanging out and I see some girls I am interested in. My friends and I go over to the girls and talk. My friends and I invite the girls to sit with us. I go over to the girls alone. I sit there with my friends and forget about the girls.
I am going to be born! I will get to live this life again. I know that in birth I would be losing all memory of my past. But that very past would become my future soon enough. Bright violet and blue is all around.

III

No, Iím not going to be born yet. There is more to death. I gaze out upon distant solar systems, all positioned as if they were on a grid. Brilliant gold and orange, they shine.

These arenít solar systems. I see the cylindrical disks and the masses which lead to rebirth. They span across the whole of this psuedo-existence.

This canít be right. Where would God fit into this?

As I stumble upon this question I find myself (meaning the simple essence of self) surrounded by nothing. Not blackness, nothing (If you close your eyes and look as far to the right as possible, you will notice that there is a certain area where the blackness gives way to this nothing I speak of).

Here, my faith is challenged. I know I have seen the cylindrical disks of everything and the path to life once again, but I did not see God. Do I choose to go with the ďsure pathĒ to existence, or do I risk consciousness and choose the God I have never seen?

Iíve considered myself a pretty religious Catholic throughout my life. But I grow unsure of everything I know while out here amidst nothing. I am being pulled to the violet and blue once more.

But I choose God.

I can now see those gold and orange disks while floating out here. No, those disks are lights from my cell phone and computer. Iím in my bed, Iím in my room. I have arms, I have a body.

I have returned to my world.

Exp Year: 2003ExpID: 29067
Gender: Male 
Age at time of experience: Not Given 
Published: Dec 14, 2003Views: 15,691
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