Trip reports

The psychedelic experience and maximising its potentials | 26 - 7 - 2024

I sit in my bedroom after fasting for 4 hours, 40 minutes from now I will be shredding and lemon tekking 2g of Psilocybe Cubensis McKennaii mushrooms. I came here to write cause I had flashbacks from my first psychedelic experiences. I recall I would usually just set my intentions per say, as I weighed the amount I'd take or gotten my substances ready, instead of doing any sort of practice or ritual of sorts. When I discuss this with my friends, they admit they don't even consider doing any 'preparatory' work for their trips, they just "raw dog it". I won't pretend I haven't had very nice experiences by just taking these drugs and going with it, but I have come to think that this experience is so much more profound than we make it out to be, and I feel as though we can use it to its utmost potential by doing some work. I will elaborate on this in another post. I might make some harm reduction section on this page, see where the psychedelic road leads us.

I will be painting with oil pastels, might post some of the pics here :))

2:03

Just ate around 2 grams of lemon tekked McKennaii mushrooms. I am recalling many trips I have had before. I remember my first trip and how grounding it was. I've been thinking about how the ritualistic and sort of dedication/Devotion to spirituality is crucial to maximizing the psychedelic experience.

2:21

Lemon Tekk is insane. I feel like my room is extremely bright, 10 minutes ago the lighting felt dull, but now I see with clarity. I feel giddy and want to laugh, psychedelics are much fun when in company : ). My body feels spacy and light, like I am an orb. I want to describe my surroundings, they're normal still, no "visuals", but funkiness is on for sure.

2:52

Balls are tripping, very interesting body high, feeling very nauseated. My room keeps getting brighter and brighter. It's not bright, but it feels bright. I'm listening to 'Mother Earth's Plantasia' while drawing with oil pastels.

3:28

I've been drawing for a bit now. Typing feels so alien, as if my fingers were only meant to draw and paint. Seeing these meat thingies stretch and tap on a keyboard is huh. No visuals per say, but like, everything feels waxy, textureless, like som sandbox? Drawing felt so nice, but I am a bit tired from it, my eyes feel a tad strained and so does my hand (low quality oil pastels are tougher to get on the paper I think). I decided to turn off the lights because someone in the house woke up and I don't want to be interrupted. My room is much trippier now. The objects around me as here but if I don't recall what they are, they don't "render" fully. I can't stop thinking about smoking weed for some reason, but not yet, I want to smoke at the 4 hour mark. I haven't had a purely psilocybin experience in a while.

3:44

I want cookies. I'm not leaving the room tho. Literally playing with the shadow of my foot

My Weed Journey

In the past 2 or three years I've been smoking weed everyday and doing substances. Like in the beginning, I started smoking weed because I wanted to be cool. I had recently moved out of my dad's place and I wanted to be "cool" (I'm lacking better words I'm high), to do my own rebel thing. The experience so far has been something for sure. Weed and me have gone through many phases. I started this whole thing to fit in with the other people I deemed interesting. As I started smoking on my own and not just at random hangouts, I started thinking about different things. Nothing too crazy, but I started reflecting on my person in a different way. Realizing certain patterns of behaviour, how to better myself, overall just many things coming straight to my face. This led me to trying to make time everyday to think about how life is going. I go through times of intense reflecting and times of going with the flow. I have spent multiple nights being absolutely pulled in by my bed, thinking about the societal structures that make up the world around us and how all of it is kind of fake (this sounds kind of dumb, but I love reading and thinking about how "society" is dependent on the oppression and exploitation of the common folk, how privileged I am to have a house and food etc...). I feel like I am going on about nothing hahaha, but I plan to write random thoughts and ideas I have while I am high, or any weed reated thing over here.

7-5-24 --> I just learned about Seshat, the Egyptian goddess.

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