18 Jun 2026 23:52
What was your most profound psychedelic experience?
Ate a bunch of shrooms, so did everyone else in the van, but george also sucked down and 12 beers. By the time we got to the cabin, George ceased to exist and what replaced him was a whole other being. We tried for about four hours to contain that creature so he would not disappear in the woods. Eventually we gave up and called an ambulance.
Come to think of it, I think my slightly younger and smaller friend got 4.5, and the rest of us decided we needed a bit larger dose. It was back in the 1900s, so who knows for sure?
19 Jun 2026 00:09
I like this analogy, because also with DMT if you aim slightly higher with the rocket you end up billions of miles further than you expected
19 Jun 2026 00:14
Shrooms never worked for me, but that tracks for the other two. I got a bit better over time of finding new fun things in the cabin, but I generally stayed indoors and did a lot of environment prep.
19 Jun 2026 00:34
Laying in bed, shifted dimensions, everything is red and black tessellations. 3 women stand around me looking down at me as I sit up from my bed (in my mind) and a person comes over and tells me to go back and I lay back down but I access this dimension again and sit back up, the women are now very amused by me doing this and the person runs over again to me and shines a bright light in my eyes and it’s very painful and breaks my experience like a dream ending.
I also had a NDE and met what I call the all thing and I was on ketamine and a bunch of other stuff (I was in the ICU) at the time so that probably also qualifies.
I also had a NDE and met what I call the all thing and I was on ketamine and a bunch of other stuff (I was in the ICU) at the time so that probably also qualifies.
19 Jun 2026 02:51
LSD is the only drug I would do again, if I could. Would love to try micro dosing too.
But my trippiest experience was in a dream, not with psychedelics.
I had a dream that I turned inside out, not in a gross way, but everything that had previously been outside of me WAS me, and only what I had been before was outside of "me". It was so transcendent.
But my trippiest experience was in a dream, not with psychedelics.
I had a dream that I turned inside out, not in a gross way, but everything that had previously been outside of me WAS me, and only what I had been before was outside of "me". It was so transcendent.
19 Jun 2026 04:10
What made you feel utterly alone? You're constructed by everyone else's brain too, ya know.
19 Jun 2026 04:18
Depends where you are and where your source is coming from I assume, but in general I think it's a fair assumption that they've gotten a lot stronger. There also are lots of different strains with different strengths and characteristics. In some places in Canada there are online or physical dispensaries that carry really high quality products that are way stronger than what used to be available on the black market.
19 Jun 2026 04:43
Ok, so i was treated really bad in school. I know what the other kids did to me was fucked up but years of mistreatment alters your self-perception. I had never managed to shake the idea that i deserved what i got.
One time i did so many mushrooms that i just lay gibbering on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Wave after wave of dancing mandalas erupted from the bare drywall. This gave way to a million images that flashed one after another and seemed to change faster than the eye can possibly perceive; of course, i was not seeing _with my eyes_. It was such an incredible experience i later searched the Internet for a word to describe it (that word is phantasmagoria).
Among the images were recognizable glimpses of places i had been, toys that i had forgotten i had ever owned, scenes i had only witnessed in dreams…
The visions were composed in the way abstract paintings might be: occasionally symmetrical, always balanced, and delightful to behold. i am not embarrassed to admit that i cried, it was so beautiful. Like, i am choking up right now just remembering.
Here is my big realization: the visions did not come from the mushrooms! The mushrooms were just the _key_. The visions were _me_ - my brain, displayed in gorgeous tableaux for my viewing pleasure.
I saw myself, and it was fucking beautiful.
One time i did so many mushrooms that i just lay gibbering on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Wave after wave of dancing mandalas erupted from the bare drywall. This gave way to a million images that flashed one after another and seemed to change faster than the eye can possibly perceive; of course, i was not seeing _with my eyes_. It was such an incredible experience i later searched the Internet for a word to describe it (that word is phantasmagoria).
Among the images were recognizable glimpses of places i had been, toys that i had forgotten i had ever owned, scenes i had only witnessed in dreams…
The visions were composed in the way abstract paintings might be: occasionally symmetrical, always balanced, and delightful to behold. i am not embarrassed to admit that i cried, it was so beautiful. Like, i am choking up right now just remembering.
Here is my big realization: the visions did not come from the mushrooms! The mushrooms were just the _key_. The visions were _me_ - my brain, displayed in gorgeous tableaux for my viewing pleasure.
I saw myself, and it was fucking beautiful.
19 Jun 2026 05:14
C'mon ol' boy, just 3 more beers and well have a grand ol' time, we will!
19 Jun 2026 06:55