I joined this site because of my very short yet extensive and exhausting relationship with psilocybe cubensis. I've probably shroomed about 13 or 14 times (always dried). I started with 2 grams and had never experienced such elation in my entire life, so naturally I upped the dose. Next I tried 2.5, then 3, then 3.5, then 4, then 4.5. It's hard to communicate why, but on the night where I planned to do 5 grams; I just kept eating them. I ate a total of 12 grams within an hour and a half, and much to the surprise of my sitters and comrades of the spore it was the most beautiful experience of my life. After the 1/2oz for one reason or another, my doses became quite sporadic. Back down to 2 grams, then I would jump around with anywhere between 3 and 8. I always had fantastic, euphoric, and epiphany filled satori experience. I give the a good portion of the credit to MJ for helping me to keep my cool, as I smoked about 1/8oz per trip. So anyways eventually one thing led to another and I ended up eating 9 grams of VERY potent aborts, followed very closely with 32oz of freshly squeezed OJ and two cigarettes (I only smoke cigs while boomin’). It felt like I had just eaten about 16 grams (all at once I might add, unlike my other larger dose). This was my last trip; and was one of: almost if not complete, ego loss where I was on the outside looking in, and what I “saw” literally felt like I was scaring myself to death. It’s been almost three months now and I don’t know whether it’s made me crazy or a genius. I’m hoping the latter, I dread the possibility of the former, but it’s probably a little bit of both.

One thing that I don’t have in common with any hyperspace explorer I’ve ever met or read on, is my ever affirming belief in Jesus Christ as my lord and savior. I know that my spiritual stance is not a favored one in this community, but I sincerely hope that I will not be looked down upon for it as it is my intention not to look down upon anyone else for their spiritual postulations.

Christianity is certainly not in the majority here, but we welcome all walks of life so long as they are respectful and follow the forum rules. Welcome to the Nexus!

Hi What.is,

What have you experiences that makes you think your trips have made you "crazy or a genius"?

Are you maintaining a stable life currently?



Welcome,
wearepeople

how did you come to that conclusion? on your own, or because others told you to?

Crazy and genius are usually good bed fellows but the former is, I consider, much more prevalent than the latter.

Anyway...a mans beliefs are his own business.

I liked reading your shrooms experience and after hearing your Christian affirmation I thought you might enjoy:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th...d_Mushroom_and_the_Cross

There's a good video on you tube also, search for "Secrets of the Mushroom, Psychic Abilities, DMT, and Religious Origins".

God bless you / Hyperspace be kindly and educational

Depends on your definition of stability. I have become VERY aware of existence of reality and all of its constituents, Kind of like a low-latent inhibition of the universe so-to-speak. I've always had a well above average IQ (which I hate to admit because I try my best to create an influence in life that shape the perspective of others to perceive me as a humble person), but lately my ability to utilize logic, reason, and understanding has been dramatically increased. For example if I were to delve down a theo-bio-psycho-philosophical rabbit hole before the trip I could arrive at a conclusion that I would be mostly content with; while simultaneously recognizing that I do not know for sure what the end result is, and I could see other possibilities and their lines of syllogism. But now, it’s as if I see the whole truth instantaneously and the only thing that takes any real effort or time to consider is the connection of all these so-called rabbit holes.

The craziness is mostly attributed to death. It will happen very soon (even 80 more years scoffs at eternity), it is a transition, and I want to be prepared for it. The part that makes me feel insane is its ever present looming. I am not worthy, and the fact that I hate my unworthiness doesn’t make me want to deny it, but rather strive to overcome its inevitability. Just to clarify, the part that I question as dysfunction is the inability to remove this thought from my every waking minute, not the thought itself. In and of itself I feel so strongly about the truth of this thought that I can’t decide weather or not this assumed dysfunction is how I should be feeling.

Others gave me fractions of the information, then I came to the conclusion on my own. Everytime I get more information, I doubt, then due to consistency of the end result I come back to the same conclusion.

First of all I love this: "Crazy and genius are usually good bed fellows".

I've actually already read/seen the sources that you suggest as I am very interested by these sorts of ideas, all great information for the integration of possibilities. Having said that, thanks so much for your post!

God bless you as well sir/ma'am, and God bless everyone