Citation: suzycreamchez. "Next Time I'll Stick With the Mushrooms: An Experience with Mushrooms & Cannabis (oral) (exp69054)". Erowid.org. Jun 18, 2018. erowid.org/exp/69054
First let me tell you I am 49 years old and I haven't taken a hallucinogen since 1977. In my youth I was quite the little stoner chick. I haven't been able to smoke weed without it causing anxiety since my first child was born in 1978. But I have never stopped my interest in consciousness studies. So when my husband brought home a couple large mushrooms I was intrigued.
I was kind of surprised at myself for not being nervous about doing them since I ALWAYS have a bad reaction to cannabis no matter how much I hope I will enjoy it. I just knew it would be a good experience.
We have a quiet home out in the country where we are seldom bothered so we decided to eat them on a Saturday morning when the weather was to be nice. My husband cut the shrooms up with scissors and we halved them up. We swallowed them and chased them with water at 9:50 am. I went about normal activities, cleaning my house until I started to come on.
After 50 minutes I started to feel dizzy having heavy head rushes and my body felt Jell-O-wee. We went and sat in chairs on the lawn. I felt very comfortable just sitting with my eyes closed. I had mild stomach discomfort , the feeling I get when coffee upsets my stomach, so I had a piece of toast. It seemed if I kept my eyes closed my stomach bothered me less. I thoroughly enjoyed the patterns on the inside of my eyelids. Not a lot of color but moving swirling reptilian skinned tunnels. We sat between two bird feeders and the songs of the birds traveled back and forth and affected the patterns I was seeing. It all felt very beautiful and right.
I was very relaxed and my plan was to just go wherever the mushroom was to take me. My husband felt like ďdoing somethingĒ but he was watching me; he being nervous about how I would react since I donít tolerate weed well. I reassured him I was feeling just wonderful and that he should do whatever the mushroom tells him to do. He ended up sitting most of the time as well.
Around 1:30 or 2, I was coming pretty well down and not seeing the patterns anymore. I was in a really good state and laughed really hard at some of the things my husband said. Very enjoyable. So enjoyable in fact that I didnít want it to end. I erroneously thought if I ate a little bit of the super strong brownies my husband had brought home I could recapture the mushroom high.
I erroneously thought if I ate a little bit of the super strong brownies my husband had brought home I could recapture the mushroom high.
These brownies were reported to be very strong, and if taste is any measurement, they were. They were super chocolaty but even still the pot aroma and taste was yucky strong. Man that was a mistake.
Within about 30 minutes I became seriously fucked up. The first thing I noticed was that the high or as I like to refer to it...the energy, was very different than that of the shroom. I instantly became very aware in an uncomfortable way of my entire body. My mouth was dry, my back hurt, my chest felt heavy. We went to lay down in our bed. I got up to brush my teeth and OMG I felt just like an R. Crumb cartoon. I lay down and tried to relax. My husband was very relaxed and very cute and I wished I hadnít eaten that brownie because I would have liked to make love to him. I tried to let his relaxed energy save me from how I was feeling. Extremely anxious with a very heavy, dizzy body and my mind going all over the place. This is when I saw language deconstruct.
Imagine the pattern of a hardwood floor. The planks are of different lengths. They are lined up together to make the floor but they begin and end in different places. Ok, thatís the pattern, now pick it up and roll it into a spiral and turn it. Next break up language into particles and put the particles, each piece, into one of the planks. Keep it spinning. Thatís what I was watching happen. It was cool, but very uncomfortable. After watching this happen....you know language is used to describe EVERYTHING and since there was no language now everything in the room became unidentifiable, which was madness. I told my husband, ďIím psychoticĒ. My husband was so sweet and calm and he said ďI guess pot just doesnít agree with youĒ. He was so calming I really was glad and almost laughed. I watched and felt this phenomenon for a long time. Itís intensity and subtlety coming and going in waves. I felt at times that I understood what some troubled souls must experience before suicide. I thought about cleaning up my own act in ways. All of it coming and going inside of moments of complete insanity.
I was thankful when I came down enough to go out in the living room and eat something to help myself come down. This was around 5:30. I felt like my head was lopsided. I was very tired but even through the bad cannabis experience I felt good from the mushrooms.
I plan to take mushrooms again in the near future. I think once every three months might be nice. Itís been two days and Iím still reflecting on the good feelings I had. Mainly a love of nature and home. Next time Iíll just stick with the mushrooms.
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