Although this wasn't my first trip on mushrooms (it was my second, the first being a low 1.5g dose), it was the first one where I feel the experience is worth sharing.

So, for a bit of a background of myself, I had always found Psylocibin mushrooms very intriguing, from around 15 years old, the idea of being able to eat something that grows naturally on this earth and is able to change or alter how we view things has kept a certain desire to try mushrooms.

6 years later, I'm 21 years old, a friend of a friend is apparently quite close to harvesting a small crop of mushrooms and my friend offers me some. I take him up on his offer and around 2 weeks later I have 18 grams (more on the amount later) worth of encapsulated mushrooms (not sure of the strain).

The timing couldn't have been better really, in a weeks time I go on a camping trip with 4 good friends from high school to a secluded campsite that sits on the bank of the river around 600m from the mouth of which leads into the ocean, so I couldn't have asked for a better setting.

On the Friday night of the camping trip at around 8pm I ingest 9 grams of encapsulated mushrooms (apparently the person who dried them didn't know what they were doing and a lot of the potency was lost.). The hour that followed had me as giddy as a schoolgirl at a backstreet boys concert (sorry for the atrocious reference Razz)

At around T+90 mins I ingested the remaining 9 grams as the trip felt a lot like my mild level one trip from the first time I had psylocibin mushrooms.

From there my mind became a mush of putty and clay for the world to mold and influence with the most childlike splendor seen in every little detail.

I sat on the riverbank as I came up, around 10 glow sticks in hand, I have never been so enthralled my the multitude of colors refracting through the water is some kind of inter dimensional rainbow.

At this point I have lost all sense of time (making sure to leave my phone and all worldly possessions besides my clothes in the tent) and then I heard the ocean, roaring louder than anything I have ever heard before, calling me, willing me towards it. That is exactly what I did.

I noticed that the tide was going out which at the time synergised (is that the right word?) with the sound of the ocean that convinced me that that was where I needed to be.

So I got on some thongs and started to try and let the current take me up the bank of the river to the ocean. I got about halfway when I encountered the most ominous looking tree, the moonlight casting shadows from it giving it arms that moved with the cool ocean breeze. Thinking it in-passable I ventured onto land and eventually stumbled upon a track.

I arrived at the beach and not a moment too soon, I had peaked, now if the setting wasn't already better than I could have imagined, it just got better. There was a storm of the coast with the most beautiful lightning I have ever seen in my life. (I love storms and such, very positive energy for me.) The lightning danced through the clouds, tracers of where it had been remained for what felt like minutes literally lighting up the sky. The faint cracks of thunder reverberated through my body in a wash of sudden emotion.

I thought I heard voices and then a minute later again, and I realised the third time that it was me who was starting to sing, random lyrics of what I saw, and I became aware of it and started dancing and singing at the top of my voice. (this is very unusual behavior for me as I am usually quite shy and introverted.)

At this point I sat down at the edge of the surf and started to busy my legs in the sand, after about 5 minutes (any references to time are total guesses as most would know) I had completely covered my legs, at which point I started laughing hysterically, and then all of a sudden I would start crying at how beautiful the horizon looked with the lightning lighting up the ocean deep in the distance.

At this point looking back I think I had a struggle with my ego, it didn't turn it into a bad trip but it was a strange experience, I started to sing and chant that "this (holding my hands out spinning gesturing in regards to the world) is me, this is us, who am I" I did this for an inconceivable amount of time, and then all of a sudden as I was spinning I saw a light from what I now know was a lighthouse, but it snapped me out and I started walking towards it.

At this point, walking along the beach, I probably had the closest I would say to a 'bad trip'. There were rocks on the beach that went in towards the surf, at intervals of around 20m, and every time I would come across one it would present a new challenge to me. One was a slippery surface that if I tried to cross I would slip into the ocean, so I had to maneuver my way through the rocks without stepping on them, another was a kind of sinking sand feeling that I had to lay down and roll over to cross. ( I should point out that I left my pants, shirt and thongs at the entrance to the beach, and that I was only wearing my underwear.)

Eventually I stopped taking notice of the rocks as the lighting had started again and the thunder had become so loud that it was a distracting thought at the forefront of everything, at which point I had to sit down and just appreciate the raw power of what I was experiencing.

From here I turned around and started heading back to camp, I still had tracers in my vision and everything was still amazing but I guess I had started to come down as the mind games with the sand had eased off a lot.

I returned to my clothes and sat in a little bay of the river as the tide was pretty stagnant at this point, I just floated in the water, mesmerized by the tiny little dots that fell off my hands as I moved them through the water.

I then started my trek back to the camp, this time the moonlight was so bright I was able to swim all the way back to camp along the river bank as well as get past the fallen tree.

Upon the arrival at the camp I lay down again on the river bank just admiring everything, listening to the ocean, and the distant cracks of thunder. The way the moonlight played off the river and danced through the trees, the tracers from my fingers as I swam into and out of the river.

Finally, exhausted, and down enough off the effects I made my way to the tent dried myself off and fell asleep.

Looking back now at this experience, I would say that it has improved my view on life and nature, I am not as careless in my approach to everyday life, and little things allow me to smile. I would have to say the single greatest thing to come of this experience is that I now except that, people are who they are and that we shouldn't try to manipulate and change them in anyway, and that as an individual in this world I should try and be myself and not try to change who I am to please other people, that if they don't like me for me then that is up to them.

I know this has been a long trip report but I hope you have enjoyed reading it. Questions/feedback is always appreciated.
Thanks everyone, much love (: