Art Vandelay wrote:When taken in a safe setting and administered by a professional physician, there is almost no risk.
At least one-third of the volunteers experienced a bad trip, including feelings of intense fear and paranoia, even though they took it under controlled conditions.
That doesn't make it unsafe.
People have bad reactions to medications all the time. Had they had a similar trip in an unsafe setting without a physician on hand, it could have been dangerous.
You have to be strong of mind, with the right people and in the right setting to have a good trip pretty much every time. I would think psilocybin therapy would be used only in extreme cases for reasons listed and because it changes your mind for like a month. It'd be interesting to see what would happen to psychotics, mentally disabled, autistics, people with multiple personalities and etcetera with this controlled therapy.
acsguitar wrote:Man I think I posted my mushroom story on here one time..man it was horrible
acsguitar wrote:Ok heres my Magic Mushroom story:
Freshman year of college when I still thought I was gonna be a rock star I decided to eat some mushrooms and go to a concert with this chick that I thought was hot. The show was Government Mule and it was at music farm. Now I had eaten the magic little fungi once before and had a good time other then the matrix green code on everyones heads. Well so I brought my fungi to her dorm and we made peanut butter sandwiches as to mask to horrible taste. I thought I was really cool and that I'd probably score because of my mushrooms. Well I got to the show and everything was pretty cool. Then while standing in line it totally hit me. Oh crap I thought I'm not prepared for this. Whoops that wasn't the right thing to think. Got in the show and the music was playing and I calmed down. However, about halfway through the show I noticed that my hands were sticky and sweaty. This freaked me out and when I looke down at my jeans they were changing colors. I thought maybee I had peed myself. So I kept rubbing my jeans with my hands and noticing that my hands were wet. So inevitably this freaked me out. Next the worst possible thing happened. The MUSIC STOPPED! Oh crap I thought what do I do now. I would have to talk to people. Well I tried to talking to the girl I was with and she told me about how awesome she was feeling and I pretended like I was too. Then a crazy old dude in a mullet and leather jacket came up and tried to talk to her. What should I do I thought? Should I say something, Is he hitting on her? Well this became too much for my fragile mind to handle at the moment. So I took off. Left the concert by myself and decided to walk the 2 miles back to my dorm. Well I was still concerned that I may have peed myself so I decided to dip into a dark back alley to pee. Well things were talking to me from behind the dumpster which was really not cool and as I tried to pee I couldn't really tell if I was going or not and If I was going was I still at the concert or was I in the alley. Anyways I freaked out again and ran out of the alley. Thank god I saw a cat in the window of a store and this caught my attention for awhile. I think i stared at the cat and laughed for like 40 minutes or so. People walking by probably were wondering what was wrong with me. Well I don't remmeber much until I got back to the dorm and saw my friend alishia. I told her I had eaten mushrooms and she thought that was really cool. I then told her that I'm freaking out! And she got the point and went to take a walk with me. I saw my friend steve outside and he said "Holy crap your eyes are huge! Awesome" This freaked me out more. So I went and sat by a lake with Alisha for a while to calm down. Well when I got back to the dorm the walls started closing in on me. I 'd look down the hallway and it would go for miles it seemed I looked up and it seemed liike 100 feet to the celing. I thought to myself, Lets go to bed. Wrong. That wasn't happening. So I got on my computer and typed on AIM. Well the keyboard looked like it was about 2 inches big and my hands were monstrous. That was cool. Well i was tired now and the walls were moving. I'd sit back and they'd come at me . I'd lean forward and they'd go away. So I thought to myself "lets turn on some guns n roses and go to sleep. See I love GNR and thought It would calm me down. Well I turned the lights off and stared at the dark ceiling while welcome to the jungle played. I saw the GNR Cross on the celing and was like wow this rocks. Until that climactic moment of thesong when you hear.
"You know where you are? Yer in the jungle baby your gonna die!!!!"
AHHHHHH I ran out of the room in my underwear and made my buddy babysit me for the rest of the night.
Sports center finally brought me back to reality.
Anyways that was the worst experience ever. Don't do drugs
acsguitar wrote:Man I think I posted my mushroom story on here one time..man it was horrible
acsguitar wrote:Ok heres my Magic Mushroom story:
Freshman year of college when I still thought I was gonna be a rock star I decided to eat some mushrooms and go to a concert with this chick that I thought was hot. The show was Government Mule and it was at music farm. Now I had eaten the magic little fungi once before and had a good time other then the matrix green code on everyones heads. Well so I brought my fungi to her dorm and we made peanut butter sandwiches as to mask to horrible taste. I thought I was really cool and that I'd probably score because of my mushrooms. Well I got to the show and everything was pretty cool. Then while standing in line it totally hit me. Oh crap I thought I'm not prepared for this. Whoops that wasn't the right thing to think. Got in the show and the music was playing and I calmed down. However, about halfway through the show I noticed that my hands were sticky and sweaty. This freaked me out and when I looke down at my jeans they were changing colors. I thought maybee I had peed myself. So I kept rubbing my jeans with my hands and noticing that my hands were wet. So inevitably this freaked me out. Next the worst possible thing happened. The MUSIC STOPPED! Oh crap I thought what do I do now. I would have to talk to people. Well I tried to talking to the girl I was with and she told me about how awesome she was feeling and I pretended like I was too. Then a crazy old dude in a mullet and leather jacket came up and tried to talk to her. What should I do I thought? Should I say something, Is he hitting on her? Well this became too much for my fragile mind to handle at the moment. So I took off. Left the concert by myself and decided to walk the 2 miles back to my dorm. Well I was still concerned that I may have peed myself so I decided to dip into a dark back alley to pee. Well things were talking to me from behind the dumpster which was really not cool and as I tried to pee I couldn't really tell if I was going or not and If I was going was I still at the concert or was I in the alley. Anyways I freaked out again and ran out of the alley. Thank god I saw a cat in the window of a store and this caught my attention for awhile. I think i stared at the cat and laughed for like 40 minutes or so. People walking by probably were wondering what was wrong with me. Well I don't remmeber much until I got back to the dorm and saw my friend alishia. I told her I had eaten mushrooms and she thought that was really cool. I then told her that I'm freaking out! And she got the point and went to take a walk with me. I saw my friend steve outside and he said "Holy crap your eyes are huge! Awesome" This freaked me out more. So I went and sat by a lake with Alisha for a while to calm down. Well when I got back to the dorm the walls started closing in on me. I 'd look down the hallway and it would go for miles it seemed I looked up and it seemed liike 100 feet to the celing. I thought to myself, Lets go to bed. Wrong. That wasn't happening. So I got on my computer and typed on AIM. Well the keyboard looked like it was about 2 inches big and my hands were monstrous. That was cool. Well i was tired now and the walls were moving. I'd sit back and they'd come at me . I'd lean forward and they'd go away. So I thought to myself "lets turn on some guns n roses and go to sleep. See I love GNR and thought It would calm me down. Well I turned the lights off and stared at the dark ceiling while welcome to the jungle played. I saw the GNR Cross on the celing and was like wow this rocks. Until that climactic moment of thesong when you hear.
"You know where you are? Yer in the jungle baby your gonna die!!!!"
AHHHHHH I ran out of the room in my underwear and made my buddy babysit me for the rest of the night.
Sports center finally brought me back to reality.
Anyways that was the worst experience ever. Don't do drugs
Art Vandelay wrote:When taken in a safe setting and administered by a professional physician, there is almost no risk.
At least one-third of the volunteers experienced a bad trip, including feelings of intense fear and paranoia, even though they took it under controlled conditions.
That doesn't make it unsafe.
People have bad reactions to medications all the time. Had they had a similar trip in an unsafe setting without a physician on hand, it could have been dangerous.
have you ever been wrong in your life?? seriously.
acsguitar wrote:Man I think I posted my mushroom story on here one time..man it was horrible
acsguitar wrote:Ok heres my Magic Mushroom story:
Freshman year of college when I still thought I was gonna be a rock star I decided to eat some mushrooms and go to a concert with this chick that I thought was hot. The show was Government Mule and it was at music farm. Now I had eaten the magic little fungi once before and had a good time other then the matrix green code on everyones heads. Well so I brought my fungi to her dorm and we made peanut butter sandwiches as to mask to horrible taste. I thought I was really cool and that I'd probably score because of my mushrooms. Well I got to the show and everything was pretty cool. Then while standing in line it totally hit me. Oh crap I thought I'm not prepared for this. Whoops that wasn't the right thing to think. Got in the show and the music was playing and I calmed down. However, about halfway through the show I noticed that my hands were sticky and sweaty. This freaked me out and when I looke down at my jeans they were changing colors. I thought maybee I had peed myself. So I kept rubbing my jeans with my hands and noticing that my hands were wet. So inevitably this freaked me out. Next the worst possible thing happened. The MUSIC STOPPED! Oh crap I thought what do I do now. I would have to talk to people. Well I tried to talking to the girl I was with and she told me about how awesome she was feeling and I pretended like I was too. Then a crazy old dude in a mullet and leather jacket came up and tried to talk to her. What should I do I thought? Should I say something, Is he hitting on her? Well this became too much for my fragile mind to handle at the moment. So I took off. Left the concert by myself and decided to walk the 2 miles back to my dorm. Well I was still concerned that I may have peed myself so I decided to dip into a dark back alley to pee. Well things were talking to me from behind the dumpster which was really not cool and as I tried to pee I couldn't really tell if I was going or not and If I was going was I still at the concert or was I in the alley. Anyways I freaked out again and ran out of the alley. Thank god I saw a cat in the window of a store and this caught my attention for awhile. I think i stared at the cat and laughed for like 40 minutes or so. People walking by probably were wondering what was wrong with me. Well I don't remmeber much until I got back to the dorm and saw my friend alishia. I told her I had eaten mushrooms and she thought that was really cool. I then told her that I'm freaking out! And she got the point and went to take a walk with me. I saw my friend steve outside and he said "Holy crap your eyes are huge! Awesome" This freaked me out more. So I went and sat by a lake with Alisha for a while to calm down. Well when I got back to the dorm the walls started closing in on me. I 'd look down the hallway and it would go for miles it seemed I looked up and it seemed liike 100 feet to the celing. I thought to myself, Lets go to bed. Wrong. That wasn't happening. So I got on my computer and typed on AIM. Well the keyboard looked like it was about 2 inches big and my hands were monstrous. That was cool. Well i was tired now and the walls were moving. I'd sit back and they'd come at me . I'd lean forward and they'd go away. So I thought to myself "lets turn on some guns n roses and go to sleep. See I love GNR and thought It would calm me down. Well I turned the lights off and stared at the dark ceiling while welcome to the jungle played. I saw the GNR Cross on the celing and was like wow this rocks. Until that climactic moment of thesong when you hear.
"You know where you are? Yer in the jungle baby your gonna die!!!!"
AHHHHHH I ran out of the room in my underwear and made my buddy babysit me for the rest of the night.
Sports center finally brought me back to reality.
Anyways that was the worst experience ever. Don't do drugs
Great story. I haven't had mushrooms in years, but I remember it was always better when I could avoid "normal" people. You need to be in the right environment to have that experience (preferably outdoors and away from crowds!). I was never the type of person who could trip in a public place like a concert.
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