Aside: this was an experiment using teff flour which is a highly potent food source which makes the mycelium grow so slowly that most of the cakes go bad before fruiting occurs.
However the potency is off the charts. This was more like a 5 or 6 gram dose experientially.
Here is what I managed to write in my notebook before I couldn't write anymore.
"I sit aside a small lake basin between several small peaks.
I watch the trees swaying in the breeze and I can see the smog of pollen being released.
The trees are swaying in the pure joy of their month long, yearly orgasm.
I see the ghosts of trees past swaying with them, ancient trees, singing.
They bid me to take of my shoes and stand barefoot in the lake, so their roots can touch mine, and I do.
'It's been so long since we have seen you!' I ask how long? With a smile, as I know years to us are but days to them.
I shout 'it's only been a few days!'
'Yes', they reply, but of your kind few ever visit us anymore. But you do, for you have always been one of us'"
So that is all I wrote, yet I spent three hours sitting and meditating by that lake in one of the strongest trips I have ever had.
That was yesterday and I'm still trying to process all this.
Edited by SteampunkScientist, 19 March 2017 - 04:11 PM.