It was in September of 2007. I was almost 21 and I had eaten mushrooms a whole TWO times before. Therefore, I was obviously a professional.
A friend called, prouldly exclaiming that he had a whole bunch of mushrooms and wanted to know if I wanted to eat some. "Of course! Come on over!"
I was already planning out my trip. Or so I had thought.... hahahahaha. Oh silly me.
We'll call the friend Duggers - Duggers is an alias. Another friend, Bret, and an ex-girlfriend (I'll refrain from using the name that I think is MOST descriptive of that lying, cheating, sack of...... I digress) were involved as well.
Bret lived with us at the time, but that went south shortly after this experience - when he began stealing my tools and electronics to pawn for heroin money. (I'll save the outcome of that for another day - it didn't go well for Bret.)
So, Duggers shows up and reveals a large bag of mushrooms. He told me to grab a handful and enjoy! So, the first time I had eaten mushrooms, I ate roughly 5 grams of p. cubensis over the course of an evening. It was an amazing trip! The second time, I'd eaten about a gram and a half and felt that it was lackluster compared to the first time. So, my genius self was dead set on eating 7 grams (a quarter). Bear in mind that I had never heard of Terrence McKenna or a "heroic dose" or any of that. All I knew was that if I consumed mushrooms, then neat things would happen.
I found my scale and weighed the "handful of mushrooms" and it was just under a half ounce. I weighed 7 grams, down the hatch. I gave 3.5 grams to Bret, and ex-gf wanted nothing to do with it, so she went to bed.
Bret and I went to the living room to watch "adult swim" - bad choice, btw. After 45 minutes, we were not really feeling much from the mushrooms, so i ate another unweighed large cap.
30 minutes later, "family guy" was on and things were beginning to get weird. Really weird. This didn't seem like the experience that I'd previously had with mushrooms. It begin to quickly escalate and it was very dark and disturbing. (So I had thought.)
I began to feel uncomfortable and asked that the television be turned off. At that point, I began to panic. I looked down at what was supposed to be my hands and they were breaking apart into little geometric shapes that began "dissolving and disappearing into the wind created from the fan." It was as if my body was atomizing and floating off into nothingness.
This was very concerning. I started freaking out and yelling, "call the ambulance! Call the ambulance!" Bret decided that this was a little too much for him, so he ushered me into the bedroom with x-gf. I continued to disappear, and my whole world was seemingly coming to an end. Persistently screaming to call the ambulance. X-gf asked, "What do you think the ambulance can do?" And I replied in agony, "THEY CAN KEEP ME FROM DISAPPEARING!"
Everyone, aside from me, got a chuckle at that comment. They wrapped me in a blanket, fed me a xanax and told me to chill. About 2.5 hours later I was feeling semi-human and the xanax had gotten me to calm down - enough so that I stopped demanding the ambulance. Eventually, I fell asleep and had strange dreams.
The next day, I officially decided that I would never eat mushrooms again. I later found out that they were Pan. cyans rather than cubensis. Whoops.
It took about 5 years before I was willing to try mushrooms again. I had this ingrained fear of that night. I eventually just decided to make the leap - worth about 1.75 grams of cubensis. It was manageable, and that is when I began delving deep into the world of psychedelics.
Where am I going with this story? Sometimes things just ARE not able to be navigated. Sometimes we just have to roll with the punches. After returning to psychedelics, i realized that I have very little "control" over navigation. I am able to observe, but navigation indicates that you know, or have an idea, where you're going.
Rather than navigation, I focus on observation. Not just visual observation, but observation through all sensory components.
Take care,
ACY
Sometimes it's good for a change. Other times it isn't.