#psylocybins

[blood-orange-juice]

Sex pollen fic but the characters do it recreationally, like psychedelics

(any number of participants, could be poly)

There's one sober person who ensures everyone gets a good experience

Someone complains about it not working right before the effect hits

The pollenned person gets a lecture on what they should expect

There's That One Scientist who documents everything and loudly announces which region of their brain is shutting down currently

Food is prepared in advance and it's honestly the best part of the experience

There's generally a Procedure and a Culture around it

The pollenned person gets handed sleeping pills if it's a bad trip

I unironically think it could be such a lovely setting for a very sweet and awkward kind of intimacy

[gibbearish]

btw similar to the whole "if you try adderall at a party and it calms you down, get an adhd test" thing, if at some point in your life you try microdosing shrooms with a friend and end up feeling like a functional person for the first time in your life, get tested for depression. like yeah hallucinogens come with elation so youre probably gonna have some "this is the best ive ever felt in my life" vibes regardless, but like. if that in and of itself feels like finally breathing in for the first time in years, thats for sure a sign that something is up with your ability to process serotonin most of the time. feeling better than ever before should be a nice bonus, not a crushing weight off your chest

[anotherpapercut]

society if Richard Nixon hadn't've decided to halt all research into the psychiatric effects of LSD and MDMA as part of his war on drugs in an attempt to impede the anti war and black liberation movements

[xs1ck]

Psychedelika beweisen dir, dass es mehr als eine Möglichkeit gibt, die Welt zu sehen.

[designer2sens]

[highdeasfromgod]

[jamesmassino]

super sludgy perception test | psylocybin |

[pvnch]

Doing 5 grams of psylocybin could fix me rn

[cosmicfunguy]

*subtly slips a psylocybin mushroom into Obito's food.*

[mr-magoriums-im-sorry-emporium]

> people experience ego death when on shrooms

> abusive parents are the most selfish motherfuckers on the planet

with my new business venture FamilyFungus i can solve the problem of mom acting like apologizing will send her directly to superhell. and my new kickstarter to fund one billion doses of psylocybin wi

[elekid]

*guy who ate 14+ grams of psylocybin mushrooms at age 7 and is now 27 voice*

i wonder why im so mentally ill and schizophrenic🤔😨

[thats-not-wonderland-baby]

Spiritualität und Unterbewusstsein

C.a 5-6x pro Jahr konsumiere ich Psylocybinhaltige Pilze. Ich habe schon viele Erfahrung mit Psylocybin und mit dem Mischkonsum anderer Drogen machen können und taste mich immer wieder Dezent und vorsichtig dran.

Aber dieses Mal ist was passiert was ich noch nie erlebt habe. Ich habe wieder Psylocybin Pilze gefuttert und mir dabei noch eine Sahnekapsel gegönnt, das war nicht das erste mal und ich wusste was mich ungefähr erwartet, damit habe ich allerdings nicht gerechnet.

Wir wollten uns etwas trauen und haben den Ballon mit 1 1/2 kapseln befüllt... Es ist immer wieder dieselbe Reise, ich erlebe aufeinmal ein wissen an starken früheren Schmerz, an Misshandlung und schweren traumatas. Ich weiß nie was es ist aber ich spüre wie schlimm es gewesen ist, bis ein Gefühl aufkommt, dass ich dieses Gefühl loslassen muss um wieder in eine ausgeglichene Waage zu kommen und dann passierte es ich komme in ein Paradies, in den Himmel, ich befinde mich mitten im bunten Universum voller funkelnder Sterne und ich fühle mich so leicht. Und dann kam aufeinmal dieser Gedanke:,, bei Lachgas wird dmt ausgeschüttet, wie als wenn man stirbt. Heißt es also das wenn ich sterbe, dass ich diesen Prozess mit mache und dann hier hin komme? Hier in diesem Paradies wo ich bin, wo ich mich so wohl fühle und keine Schmerzen spüre, hier in meinen Paradies wo ich vor Freude und Glück strahle? Komme ich wirklich hier her. Dann ging alles von allein und es fühlte sich so schön an das ich dachte:,,Was wäre wenn ich noch paar tiefe Züge nehme? Darf ich dann für immer hier bleiben und ist es schlimm zugehen?" Und ich selbst antwortete mir selbst im Gedanken mit ruhiger und gelassener Stimme: ,,Also ich denke es ist inordnung loszulassen, für heute klingt es zu mindest so perfekt und so einfach. " Danach atmete ich noch paar weitere Züge ein während ich noch total benebelt war und hatte überhaupt keine Angst würde ich jetzt nicht wieder zurück kommen.

Später als ich wieder klarer wurde war ich sehr erschrocken über mein Denken und meine Gelassenheit gegenüber dem Tod. Wäre es der Tag gewesen, dann wäre es so und ich wäre ganz friedlich und gelassen eingeschlafen und in meinem Paradies wieder aufgewacht.

Jetzt möchte ich gerne eine Spirituelle Reise beginnen um heraus zufinden woher diese Schmerzen kommen und was mir so schlimmes als Kind passiert ist. Aus Neugier? Nein am liebsten will ich es nicht wissen aber ich glaube die kleine Sarah muss mal getröstet werden, aber dafür muss sie sich erst einmal zeigen.

[maivocab]

The red lights of Atlantis

I missed the train, of course, at some point it had to happen to me, I'm always late. I take the next train, I haven't slept more than 4 hours per day in almost a week, I thought I'd fall asleep immediately but did not happen, the journey reminded me of a movie a friend recommended to me once, I looked for the one but there was no French girl around reading a book nor a couple arguing in a foreign language, there is no Before Sunrise story for me in this train. Paris passed by, Brussels passed by, Rotterdam passed by, the train stops, I walked out the station, I almost get hit by a bicycle, two days ago I was almost hit by cars several times for looking left instead of right, British stuff.

I can barely walk, my feet hurt, I'm hungry, tired af, I manage to keep going, bykes, trains and weed everywhere, I need an energy drink, it tastes good, wait... I kinda feel strange, read the bottle... Contains Cannabis, nice welcome.

This is the perfect city for my photographs, but I just realized that I have hundreds of photographs from Rome, Athens and London, the memory card is almost full and my back is almost broken, the camera is too heavy to carry all day, I decide to leave it at the hostel, instead I will use the small analog Kodak H35N that I recently bought, there are only 3 shots left of the Cinestill 800t, I Google a photo store in the city, this time I will try the Portra 800. I don't want to spend a lot of time taking pictures, so just 72 shots, think fast and shoot fast, think fast, shoot fast, I repeat to myself.

I head to Kokopelli, a smartshop I read about, basically the psylocybin shop, turns out mushrooms are not legal in Amsterdam now, but these clever people offer truffles instead, which are also a mushroom, but this one grows under the earth, but as the store owner explains to me, a higher dose of truffles is required compared to the regular dose of mushrooms to perceive the effect. Like any other psychedelic substance or plant, there is a lot of variety and each one produces different sensations, some more visual and others more introspective. There's the Utopia, the Pandora, Mokum and Atlantis. I bought 15 grams of Atlantis.

While the Atlantis takes effect on me, I walk through the neon lights of Amsterdam, /think fast, shoot fast/ suddenly I have taken around 50 photographs and the effect begins to spread through my hands. I get into the red light district and put my camera away.

I always trust in the psilocybin to guide my journey, so I just go with the flow, whatever happens, happens. I saw a beautiful pier in the morning and I definitely want to capture it at night. As I walk, the effect of the truffle increases and I realize that I am getting a little stressed because I am constantly distracted by wanting to take photographs... Just that photo of the pier and I turn off the camera, {I think}.

I got to that point in the city, the pier is right on my left side, but I was amazed by what I saw on my right side. I turned right, still thinking that the pier will be my last photograph of the night.

The night is very cold, a while ago I stopped feeling my body, I don't remember feeling this level of cold before but I know I have to keep going, hold on a little longer, I tell myself.

As I walk my senses begin to alter, the colors seem different, the body feels lighter. I stop in the middle of the street, trains, bicycles, people and cars pass around me, I look up and there she is, bright and full, hidden behind a delicate fog, Full moon, its brightness is so strong that the night is no longer night, its light is reflected on the river, the water refracts the light and creates a kind of rainbow in the water. Everything around me is magnificent, I feel like I'm inside a movie.

And just after this thought, I see a girl on the other side of the street taking out her camera and preparing to take a photo of the same view that shocked me. And then I realized, that is the most perfect scene in this movie that I am experiencing, that is the composition of a perfect photograph, a lonely girl taking a photograph of the most dreamlike landscape I have ever seen. I rush to take out my analog camera to preserve that moment, (think fast, shoot fast), Fuck!!!!!, I can't move the film to take the photo, my hands are so frozen I can't move my fingers, I keep trying, the girl is still in the same position, she's taking her time, it's like she's giving me enough time to take her a photo, I try harder to turn the camera roll... FUCK!!! I broke it, I broke the gear, REALLY??? (think fast, shoot fast), my phone, take it with your phone, quickly take out my phone, now shoot... A train crosses right between that girl and me... NO WAY!!!. And then the most surreal thing happened, when the train finished crossing, the girl disappeared, the girl was no longer there, I looked around and there was no trace of her.

Somehow, synchronicity brought together two solitary photographers in Amsterdam in the middle of the night with a full moon, amazed by the same dreamlike scenario, but only for a brief moment, without knowing each other, not even a photography, the universe just allowed me to keep this memory in my mind.

Maybe that was my Before Sunrise story, maybe I'll have to come back to that exact point in Amsterdam in a year. (26/03/24)

[Psilocybin always shares wisdom and guides the path of your experience in the most spontaneous and unpredictable way, this time it showed me that I needed to be more present in the places I go, in the countries I visit, the moments I live, photography is not everything, I need to keep some memories only for myself, for the soul and not in digital format, the most perfect scene is not the one I captured in a photograph but the one I experience in person, the one I feel. Probably instead of wasting time trying to take a picture of that girl, I could have met her.]

Returning to the red light district, the atmosphere starts to feel different, the moon hides behind the buildings, the streets became neon alleys with music and people having fun everywhere, it feels like I'm entering into a cyberpunk world, this is my kind of world. I put on my headphones and play Goodbye from Kavinsky on loop. I dive deeper into this cyberpunk environment I'm walking through. So many different people on the streets, a homeless asking me for €2, a group of elegant girls dressed like top models singing Beyoncé, a bunch of college students acting and walking like thugs guys, an elegant man sitting on a bench in front of a neon Mexican Restaurant smoking marijuana, a bunch of dealers dressed all in black offering me cocaine, a trash can on the floor with all the trash around that for some reason catches my attention, and of course, the ladies behind the red lights, they smile at me, they knock on the window to call me but I just keep walking. On the way a specific line of red lights catches my attention, different from the others, it's a red tunnel under a house, let's see... DAMN!!!... black hair, white skin, long legs, half body tattooed, the Greek goddess I dreamed of, she opens her door and invites me in, her beautiful voice made me nervous, her beauty intimidates me, I didn't come here for sex, I have never paid for sex, I'm just looking, I think. Well, maybe I'll just ask her how this works...

-- €100 for 20 minutes, darling- She says... No, thank you (Greek goddess), bye.

Next to this red tunnel is the Moulin Rouge, a Club with hypnotizing red neon lights that say "EROTIC NIGHTCLUB" "LIVE SEX SHOW".

Personally, I have never liked these types of places, "Tables", where girls dance, get naked, offer company for drinks and of course, sex. In Mexico I never go to these places, but I thought... I'm in Amsterdam, the main experiences in this city are Truffles & Sex, legal "drugs" and legal prostitution.

An elegant man who was at the door of the Moulin Rouge approaches me, - Would you like to come in? Our next show is in 10 minutes, the last one of the night, the cost is €40 - .

Cash or Card?

—Card please.

...

Enter the void...

The entire atmosphere in this place is created to stimulate your senses to the maximum, the air is covered by a fine mist combined with green and purple phosphorescent lights, the aroma is something that I have never smelled before but it immediately gives me a pleasant and relaxing sensation, I'm on the highest effect of Truffle, so the experience is much better. I sit at the bar which is full of shiny crystal glasses painted by a hypnotizing pink light... - Do you want something to drink? - A glass of ice water, please. - The taste of natural water when you're under the psychedelic effects is one of the most delicious and simple things one can experience, so I really enjoy my glass of bright pink water. I've been here for 3 minutes, I'm delighted and the show hasn't even started.

A blonde girl dressed in an angelic futuristic dress enters the dance floor, just as the first beat of the music begins she jumps to the highest part of the pole, the way she moves and combines with the music is perfectly coordinated, that dance left me in awe and again, the show was just beginning. What I saw there was one of the most surreal things I have ever seen in my life, these people were professional artists, I never thought that through sex and sensuality it could be translated into art, an erotic spectacle at its finest. In this place, clients do not pay for a private dance or for sex, you are not here to put a dollar in their panties, here people come for an artistic show, here they applaud at the end of each act.

The show is over, and so the Atlantis effect, the last minutes of the psilocybin effect is my favorite part, when you don't feel the weight of your body, when you are as light as a feather, you don't feel tired or cold or hot, for a moment your physical sensations in the body fade away.

I head back to the hostel, I walk through the lonely streets of the red light district of Amsterdam at 3 am, everything is quiet, I only hear a duck swimming in the river and some crows in the trees. But suddenly... KNOCK, KNOCK! I listen... I turn my head and there she was again, the Greek goddess under the red light...Well I guess the night isn't over yet.

Her name was Atenea but she was Bulgarian.

[cracksofmtdoom]

Interested in how this might will go. I’m in a pretty blunt kinda mood. I had an extremely enjoyable time with my son earlier. It was sorely needed, for us both. I need to not be such a shithead. But anyway that’s not what we are her to talk about.

So I didn’t really expect there not to be drugs when I got back and I was not disappointed when there were. I just don’t give enough of a fuck at the moment. I really just want to get left alone tonight so…. Anyway, I smoked a few hits of crack. Utterly unsatisfying and absolutely not worth a shit as I already know to be the case each time. So nothing there. Did pop a psylocybin capsule a short while ago. In the midst of shaving. Then I put on Pink Floyd. Needed to sit for a minute. But I gotta finish. Ta-ta.

[grandduchesswearingsneakers]

has anyone elses experience with psylocybin felt eerily akin to being in a computer game? Everything felt so artificial to me and i say this as someone with perpetual social anxiety (maybe autistic) ,because i tend to feel very err organic? In that i'm self aware of my body,my humaness,every inch of awkwardness that makes me a human and i'm laser focused on peoples reaction towards me. What i mean is that usually i feel very very human but on psylocybin it i felt so removed from it all,at one point i was staring at a bush and its leaves and it felt like trying to zoom in on the picture,its pixels and combination of colors. My veins were alive,beating,pumping blood as if i was watching it all with some detail-visually stunning vfx.