Travelling into one’s own mind with magic mushrooms

07May08

Feels much like this to me:

If you too have journeyed to the depths of your mind with the use of psilocybin and can depict said journey, do comment with thine own experience: even if it’s just a stick man + a few words, I want to hear how it felt.

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7 Responses to “Travelling into one’s own mind with magic mushrooms”

  1. 1 Day Tripper

    I couldn’t have put it better myself….”travelling ino ones own mind”….. i always described it as a battle between you and your mind, because the shrooms can easily set off a snowball effect of bad thought processes, luckily im mentally strong, and even more so NOW muahahaha….. my fellow trippers were not so strong lol, must have been the blue stems. Moments of eternity where if you look at the clock its a real mind fuck…….i watched “across the universe” by the beatles while trippin, and the choreography was so intense that i could no longer see what my eyes put infront of me, not to mention the trippy ass beatle background music, but i was too high to watch so i just layed on the couch and let my mind FLYYYYYYYYYYYY.

  2. I couldn’t have put it better myself….”travelling ino ones own mind”….. i always described it as a battle between you and your mind, because the shrooms can easily set off a snowball effect of bad thought processes, luckily im mentally strong, and even more so NOW muahahaha….. my fellow trippers were not so strong lol, must have been the blue stems. Moments of eternity where if you look at the clock its a real mind fuck…….i watched “across the universe” by the beatles while trippin, and the choreography was so intense that i could no longer see what my eyes put infront of me, not to mention the trippy ass beatle background music, but i was too high to watch so i just layed on the couch and let my mind FLYYYYYYYYYYYY..

  3. eat, eat and eat enough food and blow up my stomach with all kinds flowers comes out from flood yellow shit.

  4. 4 fritnig

    while atop a mountain overlooking a city on the fourth of july (with a group of friends): the clouds moved in sync with my breaths, to and fro as i inhaled and exhaled. the rocks i was sitting on surrounded me like a king’s throne as i sank into them; the earth itself was my throne as i sat and watched one of the greatest sights of my life…

    the streetlights danced with one another, periodically exploding with ecstasy into the sky. the entire city shimmered and moved like an ocean under moonlight, and the explosions seemed more like splashes of water refracting light and not light themselves; as if there were invisible fish jumping from the imaginary sea.

    when the local stadiums began their shows, the biggest in town, a mere few blocks away from each other…it looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, where one of those portals to another dimension opens up. and i dont if it was the shrooms, but you could feel the explosions as if you were right beneath them, reverberating through your body. i was half expecting it to turn into a black hole and destroy the world.

    at one point we witnessed what we later determined was either a police escort, or a police chase, down in the city. at the time, we sat speechless, watching the mile-long precession of flashing red and blue wind its way through the sea of orange. knowing full well that it wasn’t for us, it became one of the highlights of the night.

  5. hmm hmm hmmm one time i was a waterfall with a head. i just looked down and up and side to side and all the water was everywhere, but more like paint water. it was cool. and im pretty sure i can play guitar too. even if i just hit it and jump around, it sounds like music, very beautiful music! then we went to the park. abbie did a front flip because she went too fast on the see saw. moms looked at me funny. parks are fun but dont recommend it, you can just go to the beach. the sand looks like billions and billions of little bugs but not till you get right up in its face. and play in it. did you know you can make stuff out of sand? then destroy it right there? its a great feeling. plus if you think you can dig to the bottom of the sand, you cant. but go ahead and waste your time anyways, you have an endless amount it would seem. then i ran down a big hill. no, i FLEW down a big hill. i dont run. i ran. i swear i know what flying feels like now its greaat.
    grass. when you run over grass it starts to look very far away and a big blur of green. thats the playing part. the thinking part is too hard to explain. you play, then you think.

    • I’ve had that experience where I thought I was surrounded by billions of bugs making up the fabric of reality – I thought all there was to it was them! It wasn’t at the beach, but thanks for the ideas. Nature is amazing on hallucinogens; but there’s a lot of fun to be had with glowing toys, uv. lights, chequered floors and optical illusion books; art books you can watch like a movie and your mind will construct a cohesive plot for any art books – though I suggest a big book on surrealists to really trip balls. Sometimes I’ll see a story within a story, for each painting, then zoom my view of reality back out again for it to fit within the “narrative” (which is created by my mind, as the only order to those books is alphabetical/historical) of the book, the overall story I perceive it to be telling. Our minds are amazing like that, creating whole worlds for us.
      What do you think about? Look up psychonaut in wikipaedia. I think the mind can know itself from the inside… At least I think it has a better chance at understanding its own workings than someone working from the outside, with their brain scans and such. I’ve done psych and I really think hallucinogens are the way to go on this, but let me know if you’re into that stuff & what you ponder before I reveal more – cos I’ll sound like a nut if you don’t already half know what I’m talking about!

  6. 7 Tripper

    everything made sense, but also didn’t make sense and everything not making sense made sense

    Most eye-opening experience of my life.


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