On Wed, 23 Aug 2006 23:56:27 -0400, family <speakez@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> Greetings~
>
> A mushroom-tank trip re****t.
Do you think that there are still dna traces available.
> :)
olookyou also put a little depressin sign after your sentence
>
> What to write? Where to begin? Which one to tell?
>
> With decades of consuming entheogens, picking the first to tell wasn't
> an easy task.
>
> Initially I thought maybe I should tell my first adventure. Then I
> thought since these are sacraments to me to tell the most intense
> spiritually. Or the most fun adventure or the most I consumed or the
> most unique....hmm which one to choose.
>
> I decided to tell the one in which I first used my samadhi float tank
> in combination with low dose psilocybin. It's story would not be
> considered to be my best, just the one I chose to tell first:
>
> It had been a while since taking the sacrament. Immersed in graduate
> school I took little time to take entheogens and for relaxation had a
> sensory deprivation tank.
>
> For those that don't know about tanks, they are a wonderful tool. Eight
> hundred pounds of epsom salt dissolved in a eight by four foot tank
> heated to 94 degrees (relaxed skin temperature). You bob like a cork in
> an almost non-gravity enviroment and isolated from outside stimuli.
> It's so quiet you can hear your own heart beat and eyes blink (they
> make a noise like ..dink, dink, dink...) laugh.gif
>
> Without entheogens the tank offers many benefits. Muscle tension is
> decreased, homestatic HB,HR. and BP go down, ego strength improves
> (according to the MMPI), and a plethora of other advantages with
> regular use. Mostly it's very relaxing and good for you....not a "trip"
> at all.
>
> Then one day a colleague said; "hey I have access to some off these
> mushrooms you have tried" and that begins this trip re****t.
>
> He only had access to a small amount, about 1-1.5 grams and I thought
> it would do very little. A nice low dose is what I was hoping for
> anyway as it had been awhile.
>
> So I consumed the sacrament there (no use in driving around with the
> stuff) knowing I had a very short drive home. When I got home or close
> to home I found my road was totally blocked and yet to be cleared from
> the days snow. Parking my car and trudging up that hill of snow got my
> heart rate up and metabolism going I guess. By the time I got to my
> front door I felt the first tinges of magic and was feeling a little
> giggly.
>
> I quickly got into the shower (one must shower before hopping in a tank
> to remove excess oils,etc.) thinking I would just relax with this nice
> low dose. Plus the tank was much warmer than my house:-)...
>
> As soon as I closed the door to the tank I new things were going to be
> a little different. I was no longer giggly and I began to SEE things in
> the tank.
>
> In the start of this trip I experimented with this and pushed open the
> door to let some reality stimuli in and the giggles returned. Closed
> the door and the imagery started again. Needless to say I chose the
> imagery and kept the door shut for awhile. rolleyes.gif
>
> With all this colour going on around me in this pitch black tank I
> immediately hit the realization that the tank had the potential to be
> more than just a relaxation tool. It helped me quiet the mind, let go
> of the body, so what was left was my spirit. And boy is that a trip....
>
> In one part of this low dose trip (that would normally only bring on
> some giggles) I was transfixed on a vision of what appeared to be a
> praying guy. Looking quite Buddha like, lotus position, eyes closed,
> and making a loud hummmmm it was worth the focus and I watched.
>
> Then I noticed the golden praying Buddha was getting larger and his
> humming was getting louder. At first finding the details interesting I
> then frightfully realized he wasn't getting bigger but closer!
>
> And I thought; " Holy crap, this thing is going to run me over".
I think it is called True Crime story perhaps a hit and run
> Larger
> and larger it got, louder and louder the hum, my heart beat was gaining
> speed in response, pounding away in this normally quiet tank.
>
> With the increasingly bright, large humming golden Buddha looking
> vision coming toward me and my heart racing/pounding away all I could
> think is; "this thing is going to kill me when it makes contact". It
> had become quite HUGE.
>
> It did make contact and I didn't die.
>
> The Buddha vision I could no longer see but now I was emanating the
> golden light as he had in this totally sealed tank.
>
> "How could this be?" I had to ask myself.
>
> I could understand having visions, but having a real phenomena of
> seeing in pitch black and being the source of light?
>
> So I tested it. The tank is held together with secure bolts that can't
> be seen with the door closed. I was able to touch each and every bolt
> with each attempt to reach one. No fiddling around or feeling for the
> next bolt, I could literally touch each one the first try with the tip
> of my finger. I even pushed open the door and verified that yes I was
> feeling the bolts to prove with both touch and sight that yes I could
> see in this pitch black tank.
>
> I had become a light source and was happy that the thing hadn't run me
> over killing me as I had feared for that earlier moment.
>
> Many other things began to happen, visions, etc. Beyond words that I
> can convey really. One spirit visited, a female entity, and talked for
> quite awhile. I do wonder what was said....<g>.
>
>> From what I can remember before this experience I had never "seen"
> spirits. In fact I laughed to myself at all the "new agers" who spoke
> of spirit guides, etc. I was quite the skeptic of such events until
> this "trip".
>
> I had a roommate at the time. He told me later that when he came home I
> was in the tank but popped my head out the door and told him I had
> taken the sacrament. He said he asked me how it was and that I started
> to "laugh", began to submerge myself back into the solution, and before
> I went totally in remarked; "I'm traveling thousands of years". He said
> that's when the tank door closed. He also said the giggling then
> stopped. I don't remember this exchange with my roommate nor know what
> I was referring to when speaking of traveling.
>
> To sum up I tend not to be one to achieve such visual experiences on
> low doses. Usually this size dose for me would have created some
> giggles, nice times, and a relaxing break at best.
>
> So this is my first trip re****t...not of my first trip, or of the most
> profound, or needless to say of the most consumed. Just my first trip
> in the tank and how I noticed the phenomena of visions behind the
> giggles.
>
> I hope you enjoyed the mushroom-tank "trip re****t".
>
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