I been microdosing psylocibin for almost a month now.. the time is early December 2018... I am planning a big relocation to another city to further m.y postgraduate studies in 2019 and theres so much to do so too take a big dose for a whole day and then some sounds counterproductive but I know deep inside thats not the real reason...
My microdoses arent typical microdoses either.. they range from .5 to .7... they give me a body high with some fractals in the great sky clouds.. but after two weeks i get tired of this pussyfooting... and decide to eat the whole last of my stash..
I measure it out on my microscale.. it comes to 2 grams exactly .. great... my son and woman still lay asleep on the bed... i meditate burn some incense set my intention.... and then proceed to methodolically chew the glorious tasting fungi....when i ingest mushrooms i keepthem in my mouth just like salvia for around 20 minutes.. letting the juice stay in my mouth and connecting to all the receptors in my tongue and gums..
I kiss my woman goodbye (before i start chewing of cuz) and tell her im of to walk with mushrooms to.the park thats near my campus... a good hours walk.. since i have built up tolerance and have not done lemon tek i believe i have an hour at the least before they kick in...assumptions my friends..
I begin the walk have the mushrooms in my mouth and swallow after 15minutes. Within 5 minutes the clouds above me start swirling... i say oh shit this is too sooon man... before i know it the road starts elongating.. cars are zooming past and morphing into limousines.
. The road takes on a pale blue colour instead off the normal black tar.. im fucking freaking out
. You hear all the stories of never taking psychedlics while driving.. but what about walking in traffic!@@... i have to cross a busy intersection.. the.mushrooms realise this and pull back... should i call a friend... go back home.. but i have passed the point of no return... to walk back will take longer than my.original plan to.walk to.the park.
. But the road has three steep.hills and my backpack..has turned into a heavy bowling.ball thats clinging to.my.back....the only thing going thru.my mind is get to.the park.. to the park...
I finally reach it.. trying not to say hello to the wardens at the gate.. the leaves on the ground are golden green.. the trees want to.talk to me i hug them
. But im pushing for a certain place and my insistence dispersed my state.. a beautiful.experience but one lost in the vagaries of getting to a place and once there to a perfect spot until the peak...has left me...
Ah well..
Another day then..
Written on my phone please excuse spelling and full stops
mama matrix most mysteriousIn the gforce of the carrier wave when my ego starts melting away I truly realize that I am who I am and yet everything that I say and say I did is an illusion. Any similarities in any name, form or experiences to a human being (past, present or future) is purely coincidental and no harm was intended first do harmalas