What are your experiences of magic mushrooms?

Question

I have many experiences, good and bad. Kind off liked the bad ones in a way.

I have many experiences, good and bad. Kind off liked the bad ones in a way.

Answer 1

I've experienced them twice. Here's a copy and paste from a blog. The first time was amazing and positive, the second time was horribly negative but I think I learned more from the negative one.

Great Experience Background: This was my first "trip", I had a 1/8 dosage of dried shrooms. I shared the experience with people I trusted and got along well with. I mentally readied myself (to the extent that can be done) well beforehand.

"On Thursday afternoon we went to a bench at East Field, a bench on a hill, overlooking all of Santa Cruz; the blue, boat spekled Pacific Ocean, the coast line wrapping around the ocean all the way to Monterey; the Santa Cruz mountains kneeling down to the blue waters. Less than 10 ft behind the bench was the track, and the field, which was to become the border of the 'other world' that we so dreaded entering. If I had to imagine what fungus tastes like, then the dried shrooms were exactly it, tasteless at first, and then it hits you like 5 different kinds of *** (and no I don't know what *** tastes like). However, I had absolutely no idea just how personally and spiritually intimate shrooms would be. No matter how hard I try to explain the significance of the 'trip' it sounds the the shrooms are talking. At times it felt like I was in deep meditation, and as though there were no 'drugs' involved. I think the mushrooms just take your mind to a place that could otherwise be achieved through reaching insanely intense inner peace, and then some. Now I know how 'hippies' feel, and why they talk how they talk. I felt, saw, and heard so many gratifiying things on indescrible levels, I felt like I was walking in between so many different worlds, and like I was the main character in a movie with scenes constantly changing.
I saw everything in an entirely different light, at times I felt non-human, like a shell,
I sank into the earth, and my body breathed the same breath the wind took it felt like nothing I've ever known.
I was engaged in a conversation with a teny tiny translucent green catipillar looking bug. I told it I had to leave because my arm was calling me, it took forever to get to my arm, but when I did I saw a bright red small spider running off it.
When I was laughing uncontrollably with people I saw an explosion of bright pink.
When I closed my eyes I saw so many amazing things, at one point with my eyes closed I saw the bright blue of the sky coming in from where my eyelids closed, I looked around and saw the blanket and the people I was with...then I realized my eyes were still closed. It was so wierd not knowing if your eyes were open or not.
I looked at my own hands in astonishment, they weren't mine, "oh my god, is this what my hands really look like?!?! Are these really my hands?"
Every time I got up and walked someone, either to the bathroom, or back to the bench, I felt like I was on an epic journey, like I was really going somewhere.
I saw people's auras, who they were, what they were feeling, and how they felt it.
When I was around too many people, I felt anxious and afraid, I didn't know what to do, or where to go. I felt it in my chest, I saw it in the air as a black smokey threatening figure, it started coming towards me, it was moving towards the left side of my neck. I told it to come, that I wasn't afriad, that I was ready for it. It came, and nothing happened. Nothing bad at least, I think it turned into a light pink burst that was carried away in the wind.
Something heavy with emotion floated down to me, it had no color, not even black or white. But I could see it, and I could see through it. With it I heard what sounded like a distant roaring of a train. The thing turned into a man, hanging onto the arch of a building, hanging on for his life, but it was ok, yet at the same time it wasn't, it made me want to cry. He reached out an arm to me. I realized it was my dad, not by how he looked, because he still had no color, his face was hidden, and I could still see right through him, but I knew it was him by the emotion felt, it was specific to him.
I saw kalidiscopes of colors, the sun felt like it was permating my skin, my flesh, like I was a plant, it felt so new and fresh, so comforting.
I felt like I knew the meaning of everything, the gym was the most surreal place to be, everyone was fake, all working towards looking perfect, when I knew looking perfect meant nothing. When I went to the bathroom, I saw a stick thin girl throwing up in the stall next to me, I knew her story, her life, how sick and sad it was. I felt like I was in a movie again.
All of this is only what I can remember off the top of my head. So much more went on. I want to do them again, only next time, in a better environment, somewhere where there won't be loads of people, where its totally quiet, so I can focus more on the 'spiritual' and self discovery aspect of it, there were just too many distractions and reminders (of 'reality') at East Field.

Believe me people, mushrooms aren't nearly as bad as the rap they have. It truly makes you look at life in a different, much improved way. I think if everybody tried shrooms just once, the world would be a much better place....I know it sounds really 'hippy' or like the shrooms are talking, but its totally not like that, and the only way you'll know, is if ya try em' =) "


Bad Experience background:I had a few screwdrivers before I ate the 1/8 dosage of (dried) shrooms, and I shroomed with some people who got on my nerves, it was night, and I was indoors (all of these things made the experience worse than it had to be.) AND I wanted to hallucinate, so halfway into my trip I ate ANOTHER 1/8 baggie..not a brilliant idea.

"Umm...so yeah, I did shrooms for a second time this weekend. I died. I went over the edge, thought I could never come to back to being myself, and I wondered if I killed my phyiscal self, if it would relieve any of the mental torture I felt I was in for eternity. Fortunately, by this time I was too paranoid to physically move my body in my bed to jump out the window, because I really wanted to jump out of it. I said goodbye to my family and everyone important in my life. I was in my bed screaming random crazy **** for hours, I saw my sleeping roomate as a dead body decomposing, I saw dismembered body parts throbbing and growing on the floor, then when I closed my eyes I saw demonic faces and beings in front of me. I heard ghoulish and devish, pure evil voices coming from outside. I remember biting in my nails, they were the consistency of dough. My body felt like it was mush, play dough, turing inside out, my teeth were gummy. I remember digging into my eyeball sockets. I'm surprised I didn't pull any piercings out. My only comfort was my blanket, which, no matter how much I tried, would not completly cover me. I remember melting into the door frame, not being able to bring myself back to reality. I remember looking in the mirror, and looking like I was possessed, demented, and completely insane, and I liked it, I had to force myself to like it, because there was nothing else I could be. I did an evil laugh, thinking I would never return to normalacy. I 'woke up' in the morning wondering if I had actually thrown up, because the memory of throwing up was just as real as the feeling that I had died. I went to the bathroom to find that I did throw up. I got paranoid again, locked the bathroom door. Stared at my hands and throught I was missing fingers, that was sooo scary. Most of my fingernails were bitten down. I was so afraid to look into the mirror because I didn't know what else I did to myself. I eventually looked and to my great relief realized I had done no real physical harm to myself. But now I completely understand how people kill themselves on hallucenagens, totally and completly understand, I was already mentally dead, so what was the harm in killing my physical body? It may have releived some of the mental hell (well really, beyond hell) I was going through. I can't really convey just exactly what I went through, and I don't wish that hell on anyone else in the world. This weekend puts me off shrooms for some great long time.
Now I'm just thankful for being sane and alive."

These are just the experiences of one person, everyone has a different experience, don't let my bad trip negatively hinder your curiousity. Someday, I'll shroom again, but not after a lot of learning, growing, and "getting myself ready for it." Mushrooms are very powerful tools that can greatly expand your mind, but only if you use them the right way.

Answer 2

Make sure you're in a safe place. Seriously, don't be crossing any streets, the cars can look like big blurs. Other than that, 4 hours can feel like days, weeks, even years. I grew up with all of my best friends and we were in college and living together and then going our separate ways all while I was sitting on the toilet to pee. When I left the bathroom, that experience in my head, which lasted years, was over, and onto the next adventure.

You're mental capacities are still there, it's not like being drunk, so I'd suggest NOT drinking or doing anything else that would cloud your memory of it.

Most of it was in my head, but two visuals were my toes creeping away from my feet (that I did not like and was the last time I ever did them because it was a bad experience), and a pattern on a couch moving over the person sitting on it until they appeared to be engulfed int he couch and then were a part of the couch and started talking to me as the couch.

Permanent effects: I won't wear boring colors ever again because I had the feeling that they were evil and sucking my soul into them like black holes... even years later I still don't like dark colors and only wear bright things. Also, I don't like ketchup and eggs or even looking at them because of a bad connotation from one expereience. Also, strawberry milk was bad too. I didn't eat or drink any of these things, but I saw them and they were bad, for whatever reason, and now I still think that they are bad.

Answer 3

After a night drinking in Digbeth we managed to find a party in a disused warehouse. Upon entry, next to the room for dumping your coats there was a little booth set up with two very friendly people offering a wide selection of "shrooms". When they asked us what sort of high we were after we told them that we wanted to laugh and were advised to buy some of a particular type (cant remember which) and sure enough we spent the WHOLE night pissing ourselves laughing.
No come down in the morning, not even a headache.
Cautionary note:
Be very careful if picking your own Mushrooms. Its very easy to pick the wrong ones, with very nasty consequences.

Answer 4

I had to pass a bio class in college so I took Mushroom ID 101...the "professor" was a definite former, well actually, continuing hippie. He sort of reminded me of Grateful Dead Band member ;-) Well my three partners and I were very good at searching out the mushrooms and we'd always bring the "interesting" ones to him. Then we discovered that when we walked through the fields or woods we'd call each others names. Turns out that the professor only remembered our names in the whole class for some reason or other ;-)

Answer 5

RE: Magic Mushrooms trips and experiences? I smoke marijuana quite regularly and love the feeling of being high, and while smoking i've always discussed with my friends about shrooms, and wondered what it would be like. I know there are fake stories about seeing pink elephants, falling from the sky and atuff, and all of that is...

Answer 6

Havent done any for years but used to pick a couple of thousand a day when I was younger and lived in Wales. Make ideal Xmas presents for friends!!!
Experiences? Colours were amazing. Didn't like the churned up stomach when they were starting to work. And it always felt a bit stacatto if you know what I mean? Remember going home one night and accusing my lodger of painting the whole house (inside).

Answer 7

I tried them once...Eat five mushrooms and woke up on the ceiling and watched myself sleep in bed.It was scary experience,never did it again so I just drink and smoke since

Answer 8

I've done them a few times.

Nature seems so beautiful. At night you close your eyes and all you see is visions, elementals, people, alien scenery.

Powerful medicine. Powerful brain food. Treat with respect!

Answer 9

stopped taking them when i became so paranoid i had to stay in the house for 3 or 4 days , chain drank strong black coffee and stood in shower for hours staring at my left shoulder and wondered if it was mine ... never again .. fine now though.. i also hadtrouble looking ppl in the eye cos i thought they would know

Answer 10

It was allright, but that rabbit out of a hat trick was pretty lame.

Answer 11

lots of details, especially colors