“Hey guys, want to do the shrooms we have laying around in the fridge?”

I was just about to start watching our regular daily stint of tv shows with a close friend of mine, when a third friend asked that very question out of the blue. Without hesitating, we both said yes. I hesitated a little at first, but figured I’d join in, not wanting to be the party crasher. And I don’t regret it at all.

The dose of dried up, cut up shrooms we made tea from.
The dose of dried up, cut up shrooms we made tea from.

It was going to be my first trip in 2 years since we started this website, which actually originates from an idea we had on LSD. The shrooms we grew ourselves here in The Netherlands (legally too), had been dried after harvest and left in the fridge for whenever we decided to get our space helmets on again. We didn’t know if they would actually still work, or had any idea about the potency. A fourth friend joined in around this point, and we decided to make tea from about 25~30 grams of dried up Cubensis shrooms (in restrospect a bit stronger than planned).

We cut the shrooms to little pieces, added them to boiling water and added some tea bags as well for the taste. When distributing the tea over 4 cups, we added some honey to furthermore cover the horrible taste. This all made taking the shrooms a more enjoyable experience and not much longer we found ourselves laying around in various couches in my room.

The Trip

I didn’t drink the whole load at once unlike the others, and was still fiddling around with the music and rolling a joint while the others had already left earth and were bonding with the universe. For one of them it was the first psychedelic experience ever, after having only tried alcohol and cannabis before so it was interesting to see how he’d react.

Riding waves of euphoria…

When I finished the joint and had found the right, relaxed music and saw how far the others were gone already, I took one last big sip and settled down on my spot on the couch for the evening. The trip started incredibly fast, perhaps within half an hour. The last experience being LSD and having tried psilocybin truffles many times, we expected to still have about one boring hour before they’d kick in. And they did. Big time.

It was around midnight by then and everyone that could potentially disrupt our trip had gone to sleep. I followed the music when my mind started rambling and getting off track. We tried talking but our conversations were going nowhere. At some point, someone walked by the room we were tripping and I remember calling him and explaining we were on a shroom trip and were doing great. While the idea of the conversation seemed to be good in my head, it turned out to be a lot more difficult to actually converse. I remember saying something like “Shrooms! Doing good!” with a smile on my face.

He stood in the doorway for a while and not long after left after which we started peaking. We were riding waves of euphoria, often grasping at the shared consciousness, coming to a full understanding of each other which usually ended up in laughter. Our first timer probably said “Holy shit” about a twenty times, which every time caused for a smile to appear on my face. He was seeing what we had seen before and were finally seeing again. It makes you realize you can’t just take everything for granted and be a dick to other people. We should spread love and positive vibes. Eddie Vedder, Lou Reed and even Andrea Bocelli played in the playlist that I lost control over somewhere around that time. The soundtrack from Into The Wild by Eddie Vedder became the truth and as Lou sang, it really was a perfect day.

…it really was a perfect day

It made me realize how much I’m going to miss this place when I finally decide to cross the ocean and move to Denver to start running the website from the promised land for obvious reasons.

When we finally came down from the peak, while still heavily tripping, we decided to venture in the living room, leaving no person behind. It took a while, but when one of us suggested the idea of going outside, we all had this sense we wanted to do it. At first, we were standing just outside in our normal (summer-ish) clothes staring at the clouds. We stood there for a while, but we wanted more.

Going outside

We decided to go back inside and find shoes and a coat, because we figured that’s what normal people would do. So we did. This probably took another half hour, getting outside, realizing we forgot something or someone and having to go back inside, after which we finally stood outside in front of our beautiful graffiti painted door.

We gathered and tried to stick together as we started to walk towards this park area (where also a cemetery is at) where we would hopefully be able to see more of the stars. While walking there and even after arrival, we kept thinking about how weird it must have been for someone to see us. But we probably only encountered about 3 people that probably figured we were drunk, or didn’t think anything about us at all. We moved as one, each one of us resembling a “corner” while remaining equal. The first timer was talking about Nepal and goats by then, thinking we had heard of this Rowan Atkinson sketch, but we really thought he was moving to Nepal to be a goat. Anyways… When we had stood in the park for a while, we decided to finish our outside tour as we had to get back and check up on what we had left behind.

“I’m going to Nepal to be a goat”

This city, while not that beautiful by day, by night and on shrooms turned out to be beautiful. I was impressed by the perfect trees and all the lights and signs at the intersection we passed. Luckily, we managed to find our way back home and ended up in the living room. Feeling good, while still heavily tripping and trying to make conversations, we managed okay and decided it was time to listen to music and lay down again. Not long after, at around 5 AM, the first timer decided he was pretty much done tripping and was going to bed. The person that came up with the idea was by then laying on my bed and fell asleep not long after too.

Me and my friend that was left, were back where we started and I gave rolling a joint another try, which after several times of losing my focus, eventually became something we could smoke. After the smoke, listening to some more music, the guy that was laying on my bed woke up and took a hit and ate something to still his hunger. He fell back asleep not long after, after we decided to go watch the latest episode of Cosmos during the comedown of our trip. I managed to follow the episode pretty good, but I often found my thoughts wandering off and when I realized it I would refocus my attention and get back on track.

Final words

After the episode, at around 7 AM, the trip was sadly over. I didn’t really want to sleep and barely couldn’t. I wanted to stay awake. Alive. I was happy and content with myself, unlike the first few trips I did years ago. I’ve gone on this path and I’m at peace with myself at last.

Going on this trip, was probably the best thing I’ve done in a long time. It also made me realize again and reaffirmed how much shrooms and psychedelics in general can help depressed people and guide terminal ill people to their inevitable death.  I still strongly believe everyone in the world should at least once go on a trip. Just get over your doubts, stop worrying and just do it. You’ll feel better, become a better/kinder person to people around you and generally learn there’s more to life than that which we can perceive.

Edit 2: Read up on my follow up piece The Great Awakening: Regaining Consciousness