'Carl Sagan must have invented water.' 'Cheers to that guy . . . . '

Mushrooms are one hell of drug.

So it was around 7:10pm or so at a buddy of mines house when I decided to do the jellyfish mambo. I've smoked DMT 8 times, an extremely powerful hallucinogen, but it only lasts about 15 minutes at it's peak; it's wild for sure and a kick in the pants for those not expecting the kaleidoscopic humming, rhymes and lights and I was ready to take about a 4-5 hour long trip down the rabbit hole. Something different, a change of hallucinogenic pace.

But mushrooms I'm told are more meditative and slightly hallucinogenic and have a wholly different feeling…which was entirely accurate.

So as one does, we and my friend both took 1/2 a shot of absinthe in our respective glasses, watch 1/2 of The Big Lebowski, drank white russians, order a pizza (mushroom of course) I only had 1 slice and . . . well it's now or never. I had about 2 caps and a stem (the exact dosage of that I have no idea) but was told these were very strong. Text a friend of mine who was planning on coming over 'down the hatch' and so they were. I even licked the excess dried dust off the paper towel it was sitting on like the sick psyche experimental bastard I was feeling like in that moment.

Hunter S. Thompson once wrote "Buy the ticket, take the ride" and "You can never turn your back on a drug". I guess both the equivalent of 'just groove with it and go with it cause the more you fight it you're going to have a bad time'. Cause drugs are in some sense 'a ride' or better yet 'a journey'.

Now the more annoying part I'm told of mushrooms…'waiting'. They take about 45 mins to an hour to kick in and you can't really feel them come on, marijuana and DMT hit almost immediately for me but this waiting and creeping up on was making me impatient, but wait it out I did and then let the waves rise.

45mins after launch:

We turn on a large disco light in the room that changes colors encased and a glass mold of a human head, put on some cartoons to mute and change the music to a Radiohead mix then . . .

Giggle fits. My exact thought at this moment was an immediate understanding of how absurdly ridiculous's plausible Joker's laughing gas from the Batman comics were, here in this moment the fabric on my friends couch, something so absurdly mundane, caused me in spastic fits to laugh to the point of real physical pain.

Well my twin brother I messaged earlier showed up with his cute girlfriend and decided to mess with me (she was chill though) - then decided to show me the outside world. Which was trippy, my friends tiny back yard now turned vast with shadows coming out of nowhere, the moon had a sparkling pattern around it, and the clouds took the shape of a majestic talking eagle. Then perspectives started to change. The house only in reality about 20 feet away seemed a football fields length journey and to compensate my feet seemed further too it as I walked like the famous 'keep on trucking artwork', long steps and long feet. When I re-entered the house my brother who was sober tended to freak me out (because we are twins and I kept seeing myself outside of myself giving myself advice, it was quite odd), he made me laugh quite a bit, cause laughing is really difficult to quell in those situations even the slightest movement or mundane moment is hysterically funny. He also took the shape of a strange purple totemic monster for about 2 seconds, like a flash cut in a movie and metamorphosed back.

The perspectives were changing, the room took the shape of the awkward angles of a Terry Gilliam film or Pee Wee's playhouse and there were moderate sparkly lights like auras surrounding my friend and his girlfriend, like a frame, it was a cool moment as lucid as one can get in those situations, my buddy who was tripping with me turned into a lizard as he attempted to set up a hookah pipe underneath the glow of the the light that changes colors. Eventually with my insistence at asking my friends to stop making me laugh, even though he was just trying to behave normally, though not seeing what I was seeing I believe I was talking to him on a different level, they left, I hugged them and politely tried to say goodbye, they were good, it was funny having a visit with them though they tented to confuse me cause it was hard to understand what he was saying. I was busy concentrating on other things trying to find my moment.

I was sick of laughing, I'd laughed so much early in the night my stomach ached, I had enough laugher purged out of my system for the rest of my life.

So now it was just me and my friend, with a burnt out failed attempt at lighting a hookah pipe, tripping face. What to do with the rest of the night.

So after about an hour of listening to Jazz music (George Duke) and talking philosophy, the meaning of life and old friends, we decided to watch 'Alice In Wonderland'. This might be the most brilliant idea since the dawn of man, it was like we were meant to be in this moment. Tripping face on mushrooms watching a movie based on a book possibly written by a guy who wrote it after an epiphany he'd had while tripping face on mushrooms. That and it was a movie we were both comfortable with plus a cartoon which I thought was pretty non threatening to my psyche for my first trip. As the movie played in the background every nuance seemed heightened. Every character seemed real, they didn't jump off the screen but seemed brighter than they would have been sober.

As we tripped we and throughout the night my buddy and I starting making lists of all the cool real and fictional people it would be fun to trip with and telling mundane stories from our real life that in the context of the situation seemed like epic adventures and when he told me a story about the beach, I could feel the waves and the sand like the mushrooms were causing a sense memory phenomena about an event I'd never experienced. And they were and each story from our past was relived intimately from the carpet.

We were in a bright red and yellow dance club in the sky with all our friends and good people as music and film played on and on exchanging senerios and ideas as insane as they were they seemed perfect, groovy, peaceful, like floating on a river of pure emotions and abstract ideas and concepts, who invented books, cheers to that guy. Cheers to the world. It was a happy place to be indeed. We dubbed it best trip ever and reminisced that time had been stretched and that we may have been in this living room for a millennium but it was worth it because in the right setting it was just peaceful. Life changing, gravy, nonsense perhaps but in the moment was perfect, that's what heaven must be like, reminiscing with a good friend about how good your life is grooving on mushrooms.

But were are not done yet.

Surrealistic Pillow . . . we'd bought the album earlier at a record store, we'd watched "Fear and Loathing" earlier, I'm in the middle of the book. Hunter seemed to know how to party…remember that scene in the movie when 'White Rabbit' played? Remember 'Alice in Wonderland'? It was all too perfect a moment to pass up, it was all too perfect a moment not to create. So we listened to the whole record, grooving the moments of it…then finally 'Embryonic Journey' like an appetizer, a great song sober, an introspective song tripping. Then finally 'White Rabbit' and as the sensual howls of Grace Slick's voice peaked…my brain exploded like an orgasm to the psyche, it was all to perfect not to wait out. My body felt like slush. The rest of the night was cake after this. We'd had our moment and ate it too.

What to do next…wanna watch Star Wars? Yes. Amid the moments I'm starting to forget here, the movie popped out like a 3D movie, the characters were constantly changing colors. I turned into a black man for about 2 minutes. We watched more cartoons, . . . I did have a good solid 15minutes remembering things from my life I had long, long forgotten, even painful memories seemed now like they belonged in the grand scheme of my life, like I was making peace with some of my demons, it made me happy to know I had survived such things, an old girl, suicidal, I could feel the pain in those eyes again, but it wasn't painful anymore it was dried up, just a memory now.

My friend's dog snuggled against me, he knew something was up with us but still was a happy sweet dog. (Sorry I forgot to mention there was a dog walking around this whole time.) We decided to go to sleep after the cartoons, it was very late now 3:00pm. These were strong. My buddy went to bed, I walked around a while, turned off lights then as I went to close my eyes in the darkness a brightness as bright as the sun on midday shown into my eyes. Then a vivid kaleidoscope pattern of just purples and black shown through this still with my eyes closed and eventually pushing through seeing the light that wasn't their, and the dancing patterns of purple, I fell asleep.

I woke up drained as if waking up from a very long extremely vivid lucid dream that seemed in the moment more real than waking life as I guess all good drugs do in the moments they bring out the worst and best of you.

I didn't freak out, not in the slightest, even the time dilation didn't bother me, the biggest catastrophe of the entire night was that I had ripped my pants while sliding around something that could have just as easily happened sober.


I have tried DMT around 8 times. I am 27 years old and around 130 pounds. And am interested in being a full time member of the Nexus. The above is my extensive trip into mushrooms.

https://www.dmt-nexus.me...spx?g=posts&t=39965 <- this is my original DMT essay.