satyris410
Sep 9, 2018 · 2 min read

You got my +50 from your second sentence alone, congrats!

Having now read the piece, I stand by my +50 but for the whole of the piece. I haven’t read any of your work for a while and I’ve missed you. Like someone else said, I wouldn’t exchange my experience tripping for anything in the world. I started maybe too young at 17 with a big group of friends but we were wise beyond our years (yeah right). OK we weren’t immature idiots seeing who could get highest and ‘shoot through’ we used to mock those around our social circle who did. Me and two friends travelled down McKenna’s path to enlightenment and enhanced our mushroom journey with Syrian Rue seeds (not recommended for many people), and I think you should include a cautionary note that interaction with MAOI medication can be fatal.

This was the biggest trip we went on, we got to the park and found “nothingness”. I would try and convey how earth shatteringly significant this was but if you have read this far, you get it! But alas, it paled next to the best trip which was, of course, our first. 10 really good friends gathered for one night together, brewed a tea and experienced a closeness and togetherness I wish I could explain even a percentage of. We arrived at our friend’s parents house on a clear spring night in 2003, and when we left it was clear but for the few hours we were tripping, a fog descended on the village and we explored in a state close to wonderment.

I would give anything to go back and experience my first mushroom trip again, be in that room with so many wonderful friends, explore known places through the kaleidoscope of psilocybin and see for myself again the thoughts and feelings that have shaped in one way or another the second half of my life. But like Bill Bryson said, you can never go home again.

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