As per
@Ogdred Weary wish, I will share with you my psilocybe trips. I took the shrooms seven times in the span of seven months. The first five trips ranged from pure bliss to funny weirdness. The last two were what the psychesphere calls "bad trips". I'll talk about them in due time.
Why
A little background on me first. I grew up catholic and soon became interested in the Saint John of the Cross. I'm actually a Spanish citizen, and I can attest to how good his poetry is. He was my first contact with the "nosequé" and I still read the "Cántico Espiritual" from time to time.
Sometime later I had access to the internet and became aware of the works of Aldous Huxley. I ordered a recompiling of his studies on psychedelics called "Moksha" and became engulfed by it. What was he even talking about? I clearly couldn't know. If any of you reading this have taken psyches you'll know that you really can't communicate the experience to someone that hasn't been "there". Still, I somehow knew there was something waiting for me, I had to try that.
I was a teenager though, and really had no means nor the courage to try. I was also still battling with my catholicism and drugs felt wrong. Don't take this comment as a stance against Christianism, because I'm still close both to the religion and its believers. But we can talk about that in other threads if the opportunity arises. Anyhow, I just kept being interested but put the testing at a bay. Maybe I should mention I didn't drink any alcohol or took any other mind-altering substance for a long time, we're talking a year before my first trip. I always was both scared and disgusted by "drunkenness", but at the same time mesmerized by it.
Getting my feet wet
Fast forward to my 3rd year of college. The first week there something got into me and decided it was about time. I really couldn't tell you what was the catalyst, but I asked for my room-mate, who we will call M as he will re-appear in the next trip, to be around me if anything went wrong and took some. I had read countless reports beforehand and was particularly curious about "wall-breathing". So I relaxed on the couch looking at the ceiling waiting for the drug to make its thing.
Sure enough, 20 minutes or half an hour later the ceiling took a deep breath. I said "What the fuck!?" and started laughing. It was real! Psychedelics worked and I had done them! I couldn't believe it and I was so happy. M came to see what was happening.
-"Hey, so are you tripping already?".
-" Oh man, you wouldn't believe this, you have to try it!"
After I had looked at my hands and touched the wall for a long enough time I asked M to take a walk with me. It was the town's festival and there were lots of people on the streets. As I was walking among them I noticed how their faces looked like cartoons. For some reason everybody was very ugly, but not in a menacing way. I just found it funny. I should mention I was living in a gothic town the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, and we decided to walk up to the cathedral. There I sit between the trees looking at the monstrous building we humans had build. I always loved catholic architecture, and I still do, but for some reason, it appeared very boring to me at that time when I compared it to the very mundane trees that were around me. Their trunks were moving like snakes.
-"You look like a gigantic baby"- said M.
Oh yes, I was smiling like a little baby, seeing the world anew.
I decided it was enough and we returned to our place. I was amazed and very very happy. I told all of my close friends, which furnished me with the opportunities for my next adventures. The fourth one was the most incredible one and I'm not ashamed to say that on that day I took a quick peek at what heaven has to be like. If heaven exists.
I'm more than willing to answer any questions you people might want to ask me, and if you so desire, I will share the rest of my trips.
Sorry, I'm not making light of your experience...it must have been really frightening.
