Kinda long post here but would love some advice:
About a decade ago I experimented with LSD and but it felt like my personality changed almost overnight for the best, like I became my truest self with no ego.
I became this happy-go-lucky hippie version of myself. Super loving, open, spiritual, huge into manifestation, curious about people, willing to talk to random strangers. Conversations felt effortless. I cared way less about image or what people thought of me and just felt deeply connected to life.
Over time that slowly faded. Part of it was joining a fraternity in college that, looking back, had a lot of ego/status culture. I became so much more aware of image, perception, and just being judged. Then after graduation I went through a little Adderall addiction phase to perform at work and feel like that pushed me even further away from this spirituality and eventually into feeling like an emotionless zombie stuck in adult life.
I’ve thought about taking LSD again for many reasons but this has been the most compelling pull. It felt like I achieved a decades worth of meditation practice overnight. Only thing is, I’m not confident I’d have a good time being a stressed out adult now.
Has anyone experienced this? Not “I miss drugs,” but “I miss the version of myself that felt open, spiritual, carefree and connected.” How do you get that back without chasing psychedelics again?
TLDR: I experienced an ego death 10 years ago from LSD. Looking to achieve it again without drugs.
hey folks
as we know almost every big trip report includes some version of the same claim: the ego disappears, ordinary filters drop away, and reality is seen more clearly than usual.
on psychedelics, ordinary things can seem unusually vivid and meaningful. a plant, a wall, or your own hand can feel more present than it normally does. but i am not sure that means we are seeing things “raw” or without interpretation.
i just recorded a podcast episode with Danny Forde, a philosopher who wrote a book on the phenomenology of psychedelic experience. he defends this view carefully. his term is “ego free seeing.” the basic idea is that, in ordinary perception, the ego filters experience through personal concerns, memories, plans, and practical uses. on a high enough dose, that filter quiets down. what remains, he argues, is not simply hallucination or projection, but a more direct encounter with the thing itself.
it is an attractive idea, and i partly see the appeal. but this is where i disagree.
i do not think there is such a thing as raw perception, even during a psychedelic experience. perception is already interpretive. meaning is not something added after the fact. it is part of how anything appears to us in the first place.
i think this is undeniable from what we learn from cogsci. attention is not a camera. the brain does not take in the whole scene neutrally and then add meaning later. it is already selecting, filtering, and organising what matters based on expectation, memory, mood, task, and context. always. i dont doubt the extra layer of meaning is reduced, but i'm not sure if we have good enough reason to claim this (somehow?) entire disappears.
this is why people can miss the gorilla in the famous attention experiment. not because the gorilla is invisible, but because their perception is organised around counting passes. what shows up as obvious depends on the question guiding the looking. so psychedelics may not remove interpretation. they may change the question, loosen ordinary practical concerns, and make different features of the world stand out. that can feel like seeing reality directly, but it is still a structured way of seeing.
so when a flower seems intensely real (eg huxley), I am not convinced that the ego has stepped aside and revealed reality as it is. I think something else may be happening. the person may first enter a state of awe, openness, or receptivity, and that state changes how the flower appears.
in other words, the experience may not begin with clearer perception. it may begin with a changed orientation.
if that is right, psychedelics may not show us the world more accurately. they may change our relationship to what we perceive. to me, that is the more interesting question.
so i am curious how this lands for people who have had this kind of experience. when you felt that you were “finally seeing reality,” did it feel like the world became clearer, or like something in you had changed?
Hello all, this is my first foray into this kinda stuff and I wanted to document what was a weird trip for me. So, for context, I’m a 19yo college student who has, since ever hearing about them, been curious about psychs. Not just the normal Google search or whatever, I would spend hours sometimes just delving deeper into rabbit holes of different psychs, trip visualizations, trip stories, whatever it was. Anyways, I found an online seller and on a whim, since they were on some sale or something, bought 5 pills of 10mg 4homet and 10mg 4hodet.
Of course they took a few days to get here, and since I’ve been rotting away in my room for the past couple weeks since it’s summer, the anticipation was killing me. It was a different sort of thrill from other packages I’d order online, like a sex toy or whatever. Well, the day it came (today) I was particularly bored and the only meaningful event for the day was the package. So, I did some early preparation and when it came I was excited. Which kinda fucking sucks, looking back at it, considering that I’ve never done psychs before in my entire life and I was holding what I knew was a powerful fucking pill.
Well whatever, since I had chosen to try a mix of the 2 different psychs I thought I’d split it in half. Well, I was feeling hungry first, so I decided to eat my fair share of Greek food, from which I felt quite full. And after I had eaten, I was sitting in the kitchen wondering what I would do. And after all that aforementioned thought and prep work I did to ensure my setting was what I considered “fine”, I said fuck it and took the whole pill for some reason. I think it was a mix of excitement, since I had never tripped and I would finally “understand” what it was like and a feeling of nervousness of an unknown dose I was taking.
So after I swallowed the pill, it was only going to be me and my brother that night, and he had no clue and should still have no clue. I don’t really know, it’s whatever. So I considered chilling with him for a little bit as he played hearts of iron 4. Well, I was watching him for a little bit as I sat there, and after about 20 or 30 minutes I start feeling a profound sense of like, this dirty happiness. Do you know the feeling in your cheeks when you laugh too hard and have been smiling very hard? It felt like that but that’s what was making me smile. It was a very weird sensation to say the least.
Well, as I continued to watch and as the trip got more and more intense, I started to freak out because, who knew that taking a visually heavy psychedelic would make you see shit. Unfortunately, it also gave me a really bad case of wanting to hurl, which persisted, strongly at points, until the end of the trip. I was now at some weird place where, I felt oddly lonely knowing that this exploration into this unknown space was going to probably be just me. Not considering the fact that it was a very ridiculous exploration in the first place, I should’ve just tried shrooms or something first. Well, as my send off, I went down my stairs and said hi to my dogs. But I knew shit was getting really fucked when I realized my dog was starting to contort and my walls were shifting all around me.
I made my way back up the stairs, and before I get to my room there’s a large upstairs loft area with a couch and a TV. I know I didn’t spend much time looking, but I gazed at my carpet and literally saw like the most average psychedelic looking artwork move across the floor. When I say that psychedelic artwork is extremely accurate to some of the shit I was seeing, I’m not lying. It was kind of grand and vast, it felt like it extended beyond just the room. I wish I stayed just a little bit longer and saw it, but I was terrified of hurling, so I made my way to my room.
As a side note, I have this very weird grown hate for throwing up. I think it’s called emetophobia or something? I’ve gotten it more as I’ve lived. It’s also the reason I tend to not drink liquors anymore, and also why I don’t take weed edibles.
Well, I get to my room, and I sit as if I go on my computer. I don’t know where I got this feeling from, but as I turned on my computer I felt like I was going to be sucked in or something?.. so I kind of felt like I had nothing to do and sat on my bed. I was already overwhelmed, but I spend a lot of my time on the computer and one of my ways of coping with stress was kinda torn away from me, for no reason other than my own.
So I sit on my bed. For context, I have a window right next to my bed. And as I’m sitting on my bed, the only words that can really describe anything I was feeling was “profoundly weird”. For instance, I had this very random thought I slipped on a banana or something. And then I felt the anxiety as if I had slipped on the banana. And lastly, all within like a moment of each other, I picture vividly that I slipped on a banana. This doesn’t “sound” that bad until it’s random shit out of a hat every other 4 seconds. I’d move my feet and I’d feel grass in my bed sheets, and then I’d get squirmy and feel slimy, it was all intensely, and profoundly weird.
Oh yea, I forget to mention some stuff. The visuals were ridiculous. At points in my peak (later than this) I could seriously see the wall flipping back on itself. Shit like seeing it breathe, move, whatever have you, it was all happening. Probably the most interesting part of the entire experience imo. I know 4 ho met is meant to be a more visual psych than others, but it really is something to be experienced. Not saying you should, I don’t know if I’m touching the other 4 pills I have, maybe I will maybe I won’t. Anyways, I’d also feel these very weird prinkly needle stabs all over me, as if a tiny portion of my body fell asleep and I had tried moving it. I don’t know the name of this but I knew it was normal so I was fine. I also saw tracers and afterimages. I was able to rationalize a lot of my thoughts, and I made a lot of choices I was proud of for keeping myself safe, though my thoughts were often “negotiated” with the trip. It was give and take, I’d realize a feeling I had was part of the trip, so I let it go, and whenever I got a weird feeling I’d have to take it in. It was like being dealt a constant barrage of card hands, but everytime it was like a new card game entirely. The best example I have is when I felt like I was intruding somewhere. It felt as if I had just walked in on someone changing or something. It was an intensely and profoundly weird feeling, and I’d let go and get new feelings the next few moments. The words don’t do it justice. At some of the worst points it was nearly impossible to not hurl, I don’t know how I held on LOL. In all honesty, the best I could compare it to is the feeling of a lucid dream. You could never know what comes next but you have to be along for the ride.
Anyways, off my shpeal, I’m trying my hardest to enjoy the trip in bed. At points, I am truly enjoying myself. I am basically in shock and awe that this really is what that feels like. And at other points, just as quick as the good points, I felt extremely nauseous and anxious. I would feel as if I had done nothing wrong, enjoying my trip, and then my body would completely send the signal that I have to feel as if my hand had touched the most elastic rubber or some dumb shit and the feelings of anxiousness would creep back, along with the feeling to puke. This kind of got really intense, especially since i would look out the window and see the sky and trees turn into these weird shapes that resembled like some sort of person who was watching..? I still can’t explain the feeling, but looking outside my window was immensely weird, don’t know if I liked it, so I stopped.
And so, before I think i am going to hurl, I try and settle my anxiousness by going to one of the last coping methods I have left other than just curling up in a ball and freaking out, and i open my phone. I was kind of hoping I wouldn’t, since going on your phone felt like a waste of a trip, but I’m telling you if you can have a good trip watching videos on your phone, it’s worth it. I spend a few minutes on TikTok and reels and I’m having a much better time. I will say, the faces would freak me out though. It felt as if my brain were processing faces like early AI would. Sometimes I’d hear talking but their mouth was closed. Sometimes theyd have their eyes closed when they shouldn’t be. It was weird. All very weird. I liked the visuals, but I’m not so sure about the faces, they seemed off to me.
Well, it wasn’t long though because I realized I was properly peaking and I needed to take a shower and relax my body. I warm it up, and this is kind of where my trip turned extremely weird. I’m kind of sitting there waiting for the shower to warm up, and I’m kind of freaking out, so I decided to put on some music. I start listening to one of my favorite songs and so I’m realizing that I should’ve had more music prepared for this. So as I’m sitting, I’m kinda avoiding looking at the big mirror in my bathroom because I don’t want to freak myself out.
And then I get this odd feeling that I simply can’t explain other than “I don’t”. Not even a rational thought could really expel this really intense feeling, and so I kind of try and push it and enjoy what Is happening and then I keep getting this feeling. It’s very weird. At some point I was debating these feelings with myself and the trip and we agreed that, since I don’t want to, I’ll stay in this waiting room area, the bathroom, until I got my shit together and plunged into the shower. But I knew I didn’t have a lot of time for this “agreement” because I felt it intensify if I was slacking, like not taking off my clothes or checking the temperature. At this point, I wasn’t at all checking the time. Time didn’t really matter, I was just kinda waiting for the trip to end since I didn’t think I’d be this nauseous. And as I get in, immediately I feel everything 10x in intensity, volume, feeling, etc.. It was also at this point I hear a very loud ringing from outside everything as well as, whenever I close my eyes, I’d see a blinding light.
So I’m sitting in the tub, listening to my liked songs on shuffle since I didn’t have anything prepared, and I decide to sit down. And it’s at this point I’m feeling like I’ve failed. I wanted to enjoy this trip as much as I can, I talked myself into enjoying it, even audibly responding to feelings and hallucinations with awe instead of fear. But I’m at this point where I’m butt ass naked sitting in my shower, hotly pouring water over my badly hurting stomach as I’m unable to close my eyes or keep my eyes open. And it’s also at this point that, even though I failed, I still decided to indulge in what the trip had to offer for me. And for a large part, the nausea went away after I made that “brave” realization, though I’d still get queasy looking at the bright light when I closed my eyes.
I’ll also say, I swapped from liked songs to Minecraft music between this time because I was getting anxious from some of the songs, no surprise, and I realized I could ground myself in the nostalgia from some of those songs. Kind of a pussy trick, but I was realized if I want to enjoy it this is how.
So I sit back, and wait for it to cool off. I turn off the shower water and keep myself warm with a towel in the tub, and gaze at the walls in my bathroom. It was all weird. I felt entirely neutral at this point, even bordering on feeling good. So by this time I had left the tub. By now, I had taken the pill at 7:00 ish and it was now 10:00 ish, so a majority of the peaking had subsided. What followed was a beautiful trip.
I went back to my bed, and instead of being covered in anxiety and whatever vast array of weird feelings, I was able to simply relax. It was odd honestly. I felt like I had braved some sort of daring mountain and fallen off the edge, as if I had failed, but stood at a rest spot and was able to relax. It was very weird. I still don’t know how to feel about it, whether I took a bad amount or whether I overcame some personal issue, I have zero clue. But I pondered as I sat, and decided to call my friend up. I told him my crazy experience, and that was basically the end of the trip. I rode out the high, looking at stunning visuals on my computer, since I wasn’t terrified of it anymore. Currently where I’m at right now, by the way.
This is a seriously unfathomable trip. I don’t know if it was just the research chems or if all psychs are like this but I genuinely have no words. It felt like a shitpost, like everything in the end was a joke of some sort. My queasy ass in the bathtub geeking at my wall as I’m afraid to keep my eyes open and closed at the same time. I wanted to call people, but then I was afraid of absolutely losing it on call since I had no clue if they were going to be cool with me or not. Even as I sit here writing this out, it all felt like a dream that I just woke from, even though I glided my last bit down.
For absolutely no reason at all I braved a profoundly weird pill from some online shop by myself at home sitting in my fucking tub because I thought it would be exciting. What the fuck was I thinking?
Also, you guys can ask me anything, I’m bound to respond if it’s within like a couple days of this post upload. I’d also like to ask anyone who’s made it this far, is it possible to reduce the queasiness? Or is this a pattern between psychs? If it’s a given with some of these substances, I might have to hold off on trying them again for the time being, or at least taking a much smaller dose. Also, what’s the kind of relative dose for, say, mushrooms? I’d like to stay a little far from something as intense as this for quite a bit until I can handle my shit. Hmm what else… Oh yea I have no clue if this is where this is supposed to go. I just wanted people to see this honestly, it felt quite lonely taking this by myself and I don’t want to take it to the grave.
For those of you who used psychedelics as plant medicine, what made you stop?
Did you know you were gonna stop before your last trip, or was it the result of the last trip?
Do you think you stopped for good, or for a chunk of time?
1pm- 50mg tapentadol
4pm- 5mg valium
7pm- 10mg ambien
8pm- 10mg ambien
it’s now 9pm and thought i’d update this as the night continues. around 8:30 i thought there was a cyst on my foot and kept trying to pop it with an earring. i switched to slamming my foot with a book and then got distracted by books. i started sorting out books and landed on the secret history, jung, interpretations of dreams freud, and camus the plague. now my bf is home and can tell im out of it but im still feeling pretty normal and just slightly not sober, will update later
update: it’s 10:30, still awake, kinda underwhelming i wish i took 30mg of the ambien but i have a tolerance to all of these drugs so pls don’t try and replicate this. i’ve just been cuddling with my cat and doomscrolling
Hi guys i just got these in exchange for some weed, i just wanted to ask idk im looking into trying one or half or idk how much, they told the guy that had them they are 300ug which i kind of dont belive idk i have never done them before but i just wanted to ask for tips-
Im thinking of doing them alone in my room just like a half or something start at 12 at night and i have a projector and stuff i was thinking if i will sleep after like 4/5 hours. Or should i try them at daytime in nature somewhere with someone.
Im also on meds ssris and a low dose of antipsychotic which i take before i sleep. I also have bpd and was in psychosis two time. I have done a lot of other drugs but never shrooms or lsd. Im 7 months sober i used to do a lot of weed should i smoke a little with it.
I appreciate any tips or suggestions or anything that would help thans
pretty much the title, 10mg ambien with some gummies what would that be like
So after a lot of research over the last two days, finding various vendors, gathering supplies, and ordering the things I need. I've decided to try this route of administration. Planning on harmine hcl extract, will convert the n,n DMT freebase I have to a citrate with some lemon juice, a method for nausea control with ginger recipe. I've looked at all the stay away from items leading up to and after. Amphetamines, cough medicines, antihistamines, pain killers, caffeine, etc.
Proper positioning in the event if vomiting.
Going to start low and slow with my wife and I, 2.25 mg/kg of harmine and 20 mg of DMT to start. Then titrate up from there. Once we get above 30 mg of DMT, we take turns going deep while one person stays lower.
Anyone here have any experience with this method? I'm liking it over the idea of Ayahuasca right now. Have the ability to specifically control dose and experience. No harmaline in the mix or other alkaloids to cause the additional nausea or other side motor control side effects. Plus we are doing it in a controlled environment where there is ultimate trust. We worked our way to significant depth together there. Leaning a lot about how to facilitate along the way. This feels like the next natural progression in our journey
I’m 18 and had my first psychedelic experience around 4 weeks ago (4-Pro-MET, around 2.5g mushroom equivalent). I’ve always been a super introspective/self aware person, been in therapy for years, researched psychedelics for over a year before trying them, took set & setting very seriously etc.
The trip itself was honestly one of the most beautiful experiences of my life for like 80% of it. I was hiking solo through the Swiss Alps (I was with a friend but we held some distance because we both felt we wanted to be alone with ourselves), insane visuals, was going very deep into myself and had a lot of talks with my subconscious and myself, wrote stuff down etc.. Completely let go, gave the control away and handed it to the mushrooms and let them guide me and handled it really well.
But towards the end everything kinda went wrong because of the setting. We took it a little too late, at around 3pm, and when I got back from hiking it started to turn dark. I had nowhere to really retreat to because we rented a small house on a camping spot with 2 beds inside but no toilet and no separate rooms.
When my friend also came back from the hike I was sitting outside and drew a few sketches in my notebook because I still really felt the mushrooms, which started to slightly scare me because it was getting late and I wanted to slowly start preparing to go to sleep and I did not want to go inside while still “tripping” because that just felt wrong.
But then it started getting too dark and cold so I had to go inside. My friend was already inside because he did not feel it anymore and sat next to me on his bed and started watching Stranger Things and I noticed that he did not get or know that I was still tripping.
And of course Stranger Things is kinda scary and I knew the series and I started to feel and absorb his “fear” kind of. The whole vibe became very claustrophobic for me because I did not want to go outside because it was night and very dark and cold, but inside this small house I did not feel comfortable AT ALL either because of him watching Stranger Things and I was still seeing visuals and I started seeing eyes all over the wood of the small building we were in. The eyes started to look pretty scary, so I slowly but surely started becoming pretty panicky and anxiety started to kick in.
So me, being very aware of what was happening, that I was slowly spiraling into a bad trip and that pretty much everything went wrong right now and that this was exactly what shouldn’t happen, I started to really panic and think irrationally. I started to feel really trapped in my own existence because I still felt the need that the mushrooms wanted me to go outside and go hike into nature again, but I was scared because it was dark so I could not go outside and I had to resist the urge, but inside the house was also horror because he was watching Stranger Things and it was very claustrophobic and small and I did not have my own safe space. I was also very hungry somehow but couldn’t eat because I was so scared, and then I also really had to go to the toilet but I couldn’t because again, I was scared of going outside.
So as told, I started to not think rationally and I wanted to kind of “distract” myself, which is dumb I know, but I pulled out my phone and thought let’s watch a movie. I searched for a light, cute, childlike movie and ended up watching Kung Fu Panda. But the movie was REALLY scary somehow and the topic at the start of the movie was something that really, really hit me deep and started to throw me into a spiral and I started thinking about my relationship with my parents and started to feel like “nobody loves me, I have no real home, I’m alone in this world...” bla bla.. it got really bad.
So I stopped watching Kung Fu Panda and went on Instagram and started watching reels, which is idiotic but I did not know what to do because every option in my mind felt terrible. And the irony was that I suddenly only got horror-like Instagram reels.
Yeah I don’t want to go more into detail because I would write a whole book here, but I basically sat there for like 4 hours having the most anxiety and fear I’ve ever felt, seeing small monster-like creatures morphing out of the walls and waiting until the trip was finally over. My friend did not know the whole time that I felt like this and I did not want to tell him somehow because I felt it would bring even more fear and panic into the moment.
Sooooooo, ever since this trip, I tried smoking weed again like 2 weeks after, and it kinda brings me back into that same mental space. Not visuals really of course, but the same fear/panic/“I want to escape/run away from my own existence/body” feeling. Especially the first hour of being high.
And yesterday, which is like 5 weeks since the trip, I accidentally smoked a bit too much and got really high because my tolerance is also really low now, and got really stuck in that same mental space again, to the point where I was asking myself if this weed was laced with something because I felt like I also started seeing visuals. Again horror stuff again.
The problem now is, I don’t feel like psychedelics themselves were the problem or that I wasn’t ready for them or whatever, because the whole trip was amazing and it was BEAUTIFUL and so introspective.
I feel like the trip really only turned bad because the setting became TERRIBLE towards the end and we took it way too late. If we took it earlier in the morning I would have continued to hike through nature until the trip was over and would have had a beautiful comedown. So the problem really wasn’t that I couldn’t handle the mushrooms or that I wasn’t ready for them, it really was the unfortunate events at the end that led to me spiraling into fear and panic.
So are there any ways or methods or things to do to recover from bad trips like this? How long do people normally wait before touching psychedelics again after an experience like this? Because of course I would like to go on another journey again someday, and I know I will, but how do you determine or know when you're ready again and not at risk of falling into this hole again?
Because me and my 2 best friends planned a trip in 3 weeks into the Swiss mountains, this time in a way better chalet with no humans around, literally on the hiking trail, with multiple rooms, a nice bathroom, a nice kitchen and even a terrace, basically the perfect setting for a nice trip. But I don’t think I’m ready yet so I was wondering how to determine and know when you’re ready again.
Of course I would take a way lower dose, to slowly and safely ease myself back into it and not just take a huge dose straight away.
Best regards and thanks for the answers in advance.
(Edit: The main question i'm asking is how to know when you're ready to take psychedelics again, and are there ways to work on the healing process or do i just have to ''wait'' until i feel ready again?)
Inhalational anesthetics erase consciousness by dampening microtubule quantum vibrations. Psychedelics alter consciousness by disrupting the brain's filtering mechanism. Both point to the same architecture: the brain is not generating experience, it is receiving and filtering it.
Bentov mapped this in 1977. Deep meditation produces a 7Hz standing wave in the cardiovascular system that synchronizes with Schumann resonance. The CIA classified his model as applied physics and used it for intelligence gathering.
Now DARPA is building hardware to exploit the same architecture from outside. BrainSTORMS: sub-50nm magnetoelectric nanotransducers injected into the bloodstream, crossing the blood-brain barrier, providing bidirectional read-write access to neural tissue without surgery.
The prompt that maps the full physics:
"Map vibration as the unifying mechanism across solid-state fusion, biological consciousness, and cognitive warfare. Bentov 7Hz oscillator, Schumann resonance, Fröhlich coherence, DARPA N3 BrainSTORMS, NATO Cognitive Warfare 2025. Primary sources only."
bout a year and a half ago i was at a festival. i took 150mg mdma and a few grams of shrooms. it was really intense & ended up in the med tent. i just wanted it to stop and felt very overwhelmed and ungrounded.
very very long story short of course. i’ve been on the spiritual path for many years& i’m 27 years old. i was also on semen retention at the time like several weeks.
but ever since then, i keep burping like idk 15-30times a day. like deep gastric burps.
i’ve seen a GI doctor and they haven’t been able to really help.
i feel like it could be trauma or blockage related since i never burped like this before.
i’ve also become even more sensitive to my environment and food and stuff (more than i was before). i’ve had lots of psychedelic experiences in the past.
if anyone has heard of anything like this or has any advice for me id really appreciate it. i feel like my nervous system is ‘stuck’ in a way. like in between old reality and new reality.
i’ve also done therapy & eat well and generally take care of myself.
thank you
Did anyone become more open minded long term after trying psychadelics
So I tripped 3 days in a row really hard, I dont think you should trip hard more than 2 days but by the 3rd day it learned that lucy is the lock to unlock keys in your brain cells that shit like 4aco and like the 4homet that shit if you take pychdelics 3 days straight if you keep blasting yourself if drugs you cam risk dirty binding your receptors in your brain and thats how you be left trippin' 48 hours after you wokeup ok the third day of trippin' straight, really there aint no reason to go hard all 3 days, just pace yourself down on friday/sunday go hard on Saturday and maybe go hard on 2 days, but bro going and spending all the gasoline in ur wallet to get high 3 days in a row bro no u gotta pace it, also we should view nitrous as a pychdelic, view nitrous like adding MET to your molly, the nitrous is like gonna help your brain disconnect from what's in front of you and around you and the nitrous will let you look inward and thats when great discovery happen, when you ate 4 silly dots, some lsd, some met and tons of mysterymagicmushroom boosters a and then u hit the nitrous the nitrous on all those pychdelics the nitrous is like smoking a stimulant, its a step above a blunt and when you finished your 9th medium miamigas aliengas then to level down you go back to smoking dabs and blunts. Its worth it to trip and go deep, but you gotta pace out your drug use, do nitrous as often as you would trip on lucy or smoke mushrooms, dont be like kanye, be a scientist about your nitrous use and space it out months apart so you don't fuck up your bodies vitamin b12
And about dirty binding again, lucy is the key that will force open the locks to let your drugs dirty bind if u are 3 days deep on a drug binge and thats how you end up with hppd which to me is desirable, but to you it might not be desirable, if you want to inflict hppd onyourself for the sake of science then you need to cause the dirty bindings to happen and thats how you can live in a perpetual glitch of hallucination and you make that your everyday life.
Eu não sou uma pessoa ansiosa, e todas as vezes que isso aconteceu foram em momentos que eu estava calma, sem pensar em nada, sabe? No banho quando ficava encarando o azulejo, ou quando eu tava tomando café sozinha em casa… momentos mais tranquilos.
Eu não sei explicar bem, mas é uma sensação, de repente minha cabeça vai ficando mais quieta e mais quieta, enfim, a sensação de sair do meu corpo, que é instantânea, não leva um segundo, e ir pra um lugar que eu nao sei explicar com palavras, mas é o absoluto vazio, no sentido de ser a ausencia de tudo, e naquele instante, é como se de repente eu tivesse a resposta de tudo, tudo mesmo, algo que antecede e também ultrapassa o conceito de tempo que por um instante, alias fica tao claro como nao existe tempo e como faz total sentido naquele lugar esse pensamento.
Não existe tristeza nem felicidade, nem raiva, nem nada, esses sentimentos nao se aplicam la, por um instante fica tudo tao obvio, tao claro, do porque de tudo, existencia, universo, todas as duvidas parecem tão idiotas, e sem sentido.
É bizarro como é familiar e por um instante fica muito claro que lá é o local e nao aqui, aquela sensacao de estar em um lugar (mas nao é um ambiente) que ja estive muito antes de estar aqui, e de repente quando estou la, aqui é o lugar estranho, aquele lugar, sentimento, camada, sei la, mas aquilo de repente é como residencia fixa e aqui, onde estamos parece como passeio, enfim mas ai de repente eu volto e sempre esqueço as respostas e esse tipo de coisa, e também não consigo ir intencionalmente, é sempre sem intenção, é como se o corpo se alinhasse ao estado necessário sozinho, enfim…Alguem ja vivenciou isso?
Sei que muito é falado sobre esse tipo de experiência em algumas religiões, confesso que nunca meditei e também não tenho depressao nem nada do genero, não tenho nenhum laudo psiquiátrico e eu me lembro de vivenciar isso desde a infância.
I haven’t done LSD in a long time. I did shrooms a couple weeks ago and have been doing DMT all week.
After not doing LSD for a while and before this last mushroom it had been a couple years since I tripped and I was really nervous going in, but I had an amazing time and I was super nervous about trying DMT but I also had an amazing time doing it so I feel like I’d have a good time, but I’m also kind of scared that it could be too intense because I don’t wanna have like just a super intense K/O’d close eye visual trip. I wanna wanna play some video games and watch a movie and enjoy it.
I had some dried mushrooms which were stored in sealed bags (i know the should be in glass but I'm not at home and glass has been too bulky/heavy).
I'm in a very humid country and i think they've absorbed a little moisture over the last 2 months.
I'm travelling. what's the best DIY way to dry them out? put them in an envelope?
i want to grind them up and put them in chocolate, so i need them to be crisp.
thanks in advance
I did diazepam and dmt a couple days ago, threw up and then woke up like 2 days later today.
My head is killing me.
Im also on tobacco withdrawals decided to use this opportunity of not smoking to quit.
I feel emotionally lost as well, as if I don't want to be near my dog as if I don't want to live.
My birthday is coming up this weekend, and a group of six people will be gathering to celebrate. Originally, the plan was to have dinner, play some games, take some mushrooms, then wander out to the bonfire with our playlists. However, it's storming all week and supposed to storm over the weekend, too. Which means we'll all be inside.
We might just end up sitting around and talking, but what are some interesting activities we can engage in while tripping? Ages range feom 30 to 67.