Amanita Muscaria: one seeker's observations [merged]
Posted 28 January 2005 - 08:44 PM
I helped identify them, so they are the real thing.
My question is how dangerous are these things really? I know that it does not contain psilocybin or psilocin, and have forgotten the active ingredient.
But I have read a few horror stories on these guys, and i also know that there is a very VERY deadly Amanita shroom dubed the "angel of death" which looks very similar to the Fly Agaric except it is all white (I have seen these first hands while mushroom hunting).
So I guess my reason for posting this is to find out a few experiences from the community, as I only have experience w/ psil. and lsd.
Posted 28 January 2005 - 09:54 PM
In other words...just get your rocks off on psilly shrooms.
I had tons of em pop right here at my house (SE US) during the fall. I just let them be b/c after a cost/benefit analsyis i just didn't care anymore.
Posted 29 January 2005 - 01:20 AM
Posted 29 January 2005 - 01:31 AM
Everything i've read has suggested the trip is not too be compared to psilly shrooms and, few that trip off the muscaria are eager too try it again, ever.
Posted 29 January 2005 - 09:25 AM
Posted 29 January 2005 - 10:05 AM
i am most curious as they sound like pain to me
Posted 29 January 2005 - 12:20 PM
Posted 29 January 2005 - 05:10 PM
And no they are not siberian. They were found in the good old U.S.A.
I don't know, I may end up trying them, but I am going to do a little research first.
Posted 29 January 2005 - 07:24 PM
Posted 29 January 2005 - 07:53 PM
Posted 29 January 2005 - 10:07 PM
I knew, through my limited research, that uncooked, or fresh aminaitas were not pleasent or safe, so I dried them.
So my new question is; how can I "just use the skin" after dried?
I have read for about an hour on erowid.com and I think I must try them atleast once, especially since I helped identify them.
Should I just make a tea of some sort, or powder the fellows and eat?
By the way CptnMaxMushroom, I have been around a while and have seen your site grow. I have ordered from you guys many times and am allways pleased. Keep up the good work! I recommend you to my fellow shroomers all the time.
Posted 29 January 2005 - 11:58 PM
Posted 30 January 2005 - 07:39 AM
Posted 30 January 2005 - 08:59 AM
Posted 11 February 2005 - 08:41 PM
We boiled ~ 20-30 grams of the dried fruit in water, and made a 'tea' from it.
We disgarded the flesh and split the tea 50/50.
After about an hour or so i felt a very severe stomach illness. So we smoked some weed. Did not help!
After about 2 hours of feeling nothing but stomach cramps, I first noticed an altering effect.
It wasn't like I was drunk, but there was a 'light headedness' about it.
My cramps soon left me but that strange feeling was about I ever got.
Maybe I did not take enough, but I do not plan on trying them again.
(Message edited by Fender on February 12, 2005)
Posted 11 February 2005 - 09:45 PM
Posted 13 February 2005 - 04:10 PM
Posted 28 March 2005 - 06:25 PM
coming into the trip, i had the same negative impression of these shrooms as the posters of above me do. boy are they wrong! amanitas are the shit.
a complete trip report
straight off the bat, these shrooms kicked my ass. i rarely post here, let alone a long trip report, but my experience last night needs to be shared.
from all i had read about amanitas on the shroomery and on erowid, i was never interested in eating them. after all, more people have bad trips than good trips and many get quite sick. what really convinced me that amanitas suck was "food of the gods," in which terrence mckenna writes amanitas off as not in the same league as the other psychedelics. he claims they couldn't possibly be the true soma. with all due respect, i find it unbelievable that mckenna ever sampled quality specimens of the shrooms.
so when my buddy X tells me friday that he is going home for the weekend to trip on amanitas, i don't give it much thought. i warn him that he will be greatly disappointed as amanita trips are incomparable to cubensis trips and he would most likely become violently ill. fortunately, my words didn't discourage him, and he and 2 friends ate a whole bunch friday night. i believe X ate around 10 grams, not all at once, and one of his friends ate 10 also while his other friend ate over 14 grams. when i called X at 1 pm saturday (i forget he was home for the weekend and needed to borrow his guitar tuner) he answered and explained to me what happened. he was very strung out sounding and he told me his friend (the one who ate 14) had gone into a hypnotic trance in the night and was taken to the local hospital. i didn't ask many more questions b/c of my preconceptions about amanitas and wrote off X's trip as someting of a psychedelic misadventure. when i hung up i remember thinking to myself how little appetite i had for these crazy legal shrooms. i didn't want to have to eat an enormous dose just to trip and risk going to the hospital.
so sunday X gets back to campus and calls me up. he was very excited to show me the rest of his QP of amanitas, even though he knew that i wasn't interested. so over a cigarette, X tells me and my friends Y and Z about his trip and shows us his bag of fat caps with an occasional shriveled stem. the shrooms were fairly dry but not as dry as preserved cubensis. they were still a little flexible and moist. once we saw the shrooms in front of us and discussed our options for possibly eating them, X, Y, Z and myself became increasingly eager to consume some shrooms that night. i was extremely skeptical until i read this article: Shroomery - Amanita muscaria - A New Outlook . after i found that site, i decided that i definitely was up for giving amanitas a try.
around 10:30, the four of us plus M find ourselves in X's dorm room with mountain dew and potatoe chips and of course a big sack of amanitas. M, the latecomer, has shit to do the next day and is only up for 3 grams. the rest of us eat 5. they don't taste too bad at all.
once finished, we pick up a 20 bag of herb and Y rolls a peach philly.
we walk the 12 minutes or so to the big park nearby, and set up camp on a bench at the top of a tall hill, our favorite toke spot and one with a fantastic view of the city. we smoke the blunt, feel funny, and take a walk around the park. we make our way back to the dorms, and to M's room. M turns down the lights and puts on some good music. i get comfortable on the futon.
sometime after we come to M's room, the amanita intoxication begins to overpower my weed high. i feel a distinct psychedelic body buzz that seems to be the perfect (strong!) intensity. i begin to rant to X how impressed i am with the feeling and how glad i am he encouraged me to give the amanitas a try. as we sit around, i come up pretty quickly. soon i am seeing a strange sort of visual that i have never enountered before. basically, parts of my field of vision around my focal point were tripping out but not in the ordinary way i've found with shrooms and acid. instead of seeing distorted reality right before my eyes persistently, it is as though i see every frame of reality exactly as it is, but in between frames of real reality are inserted frames of distorted reality. cool. at this point i am feeling highly inebriated. my sense of balance is completely erratic and walking felt like a completely new sensation.
we head out of the dorms with another peach blunt. on the way out, we stop and talk to some drunk people in the ashtray. i am able to communicate and i manage to avoid freaking them out too bad. however, when a drunk girl raised her foot to mine (i am standing up, she is sitting down) like high-five stylee, my sense of balance decieves me. i almost kick X in the balls when i follow through with me foot behind me! fortunately, my mistake is quickly forgotten when, on the way out of the ashtray, Y is startled by someone calling out her name and falls completely on her ass! haha.
we walk down to a shady ghetto where there are few cars. my sense of time at this point is obliterated. we smoke the blunt and M (who only ate 3 grams) splits and heads back. the rest of us find ourselves in strange positions on the sidewalk and the alley (lying down on wet pavement) and spaced out completely. we zone in and out of reality for awhile. somehow i find that i've taken off my headphones and shoved them in my coat pocket. totally subconsciously, i twist the earphones into a huge knot inside the pocket. at some point i have an epiphany and realize that what i am doing to my headphones is totally counter-intuitive to the music i wanted to listen to. i pull the earphones out and realize they're totally fucked. i try for a couple minutes to untie them but i am only making things worse. finally i give up and hand them to X, who spends what seems like forever slowly unravelling the horrible knot. once it is unraveled, i let it dangle and see something totally unbelievable. because of the memory inherent to the headphone wires, when i let it go it looks like a beautiful piece of art, as the physics were mind-boggling without knowing how the wire came to be the way it was. i pocket the headphones and decide to sell them on ebay. lol. obviously at this point my mind is melted.
for whatever reason, i am talking far more than the others. i think this is because of the insane superpowers i was developing within my mind. basically, all of the CEV's i encounter are similar in specific ways. they all take place on a 3d stage that is indistinguishible from outer space and the universe at large. every visual has a clear nucleus right at the center of the universe. my perspective is generally focused on the nucleus but it comes in from all different angles and distances. for a long time, my visuals are limited to extremely colorful horizontal planes that extend into oblivion and intersect with one another at the nucleus. these visuals become more and more complex but remain extremely colorful and composed of horizontal planes. i also see OEVs that consisted of very faint patterns reminiscent of typical shroom and acid patterns yet less strong and vivid. the more exciting OEVs are the nearly invisible horizontal planes that formed above and parallel to the ground. in the light, they look like silk threads or like lasers through fog. very cool.
when i begin to peak, things get way more interesting. at some point in the alley with my eyes closed, in the universal CEV stage, i create by my own choice a world just like the earth. i am able to zoom in anywhere on the planet at light speed and then zoom out just as fast. on the walk back to the dorms, i play with my newfound abilities. i realize that i can create and destroy entire universes with no effort. this is nothing i've ever been able to do before, and i am flabbergasted. i try to create a macroverse out side of my universe stage, but cannot. when i find that my ability is limited only to the universe inside my head, and i cannot change the world i see when i open my eyes, i get kinda pissed and complain. i decide i need more power! hehe.
the 4 of us arrive in the lobby of my building and sit down. we are completely useless. after awhile, we decide what we need is to lie down somewhere safe, quiet, and dark, together. however, in order to get them into my building, where we could find an empty lounge to enjoy, i have to sign in X, who lives in a different dorm. this is ever more complicated because it is 2:30 am monday morning, and in order to sign in guests after 2 on weeknights, we are required to fill out extended guest forms. all this paperwork and i am beginning to peak!
fortunately, the security guard likes me and allows us into the building despite my inability to answer her simple questions or sign X in in a legible manner. my signature is a bizarre scribble. hehe.
once inside, we head from lounge to lounge on the elevator, looking for an empty one. we finally come across a lounge occupied by a guy talking on his phone. this doesn't bother us and we go inside and melt into the furniture. i am still more talkative than the others and i basically rant stream-of-consciousness about the insane world i am visiting inside my head. the kid on the phone at a certain point gets bugged out and says something like "whoa wtf did you kids smoke?" i reply with some insane remark and he leaves minutes later, undoubtedly spooked. we turn off the lights.
my mental journies are deviating further and further from reality. i choose to destroy myself, and with it the entire planet earth. the destruction process feels much like i am folding everything up into itself in a methodical way. then, i create a new earth and return every thing to normal. the creation process feels just like i am unfolding everything from within a dot in the center of my universe stage. i see myself reborn, and i see myself live my life up through to the present (i am 18). the whole experience is euphoric and i feel great about the life i've created, which is the same as my real life but with one glaring difference.
in my new, idealized world, i do not smoke weed!
this discovery really concerns me. i rationalize that this is extremely important and is a sign that i must not smoke weed everyday any longer. the thought of no longer smoke daily, of course, is not very pleasant for me. (i've smoked daily for damn near 3 years, minus one 6-month break last year when i was tested) i get pissed off and try to take the trip in another direction. sure enough, i am quckly back in my empty universe stage gazing at the colorful rainbow horizontal planes dancing around and bouncing every which way.
i trip along and all is well until all of a sudden i open my eyes to the scariest of OEVs i've ever experienced. entire faces of the walls in the lounge, huge chunks of the walls, ceiling, and floor slide out and toward me as though i am in some sort of claustrophic nightmare. i have less and less room to breathe and it occurs to me that if things continue the way they are going, i am going to be crushed. i rush to the door and turn the handle. it opens! whew, i breathe a sigh of relief as i realize i am just in a trip and everything is ok.
here, i make the mistake of questioning the trip and i wonder why hell i am trying to crush myself. now, i remember the craziness i had experienced earlier when recreating myself. its the weed! i realize that the trip is one step ahead of me and is tricking me into a thought loop of how i need to stop smoking weed everyday. it is not like any thought loop i've ever experienced. conventional thought loops are so intense that they just take over my mind completely until i break out of them. this thought loop however, was one that was easily broken in the short term, but impossible to end completely because of its trickiness. the trip was outsmarting me by allowing me to trip out, find myself in a different world, then be presented with imminent death that forced me to confront the only thing on my mind: not smoking weed daily.
the second major trick is just as scary as the first. i am sitting on the floor or a chair when i begin to float up, through the roof, and into space. i soon see that i am resting on an enormous pillar that is shooting me through space at incredible speed. i see many pillars around me, none higher than mine, and they are all at different height but shooting up just as fast. when my pillar slows down, my whole field of vision is eclipsed by blackness and i see nothing at all but a hollow pillar right in front of me. it is my only way out and it presumably will lead to my death. now, i am deeply in an unreal trip scenario, but i am somehow able to remove myself from it for a second to consult the other trippers in the room and ask them "what the fuck do i do when i am faced with death?!" at this time, the others are entirely spaced out, so i am forced to think for myself. i am back in the scenario and i take the plunge down the hollow tube.
*poof* i am back in the lounge, with my eyes open and everything as it should be.
right around this time, i encounter another very strange experience that confirmed my anxieties over marijuana dependence. i don't remember what triggered it, but sometime me and Y mutually agree we are both about to transcend our current reality (die?), but not in a bad way. we agree that at the moment that we transcend, we need to be looking at something special. Y decides she needs to look at a picture on her phone at the special moment of transcendence. (it would make sense that the moment of transcendence was a part of a song, but we had no music hooked up except for on earphones so thats impossible. X doesn't remember this part at all so i guess it will always be a mystery what exactly it was that was supposed to be important.) i think to myself and decide that when the moment comes i want to be looking at a picture of my older and only sister on my phone. somehow the trip tricks me into think that my phone is set up so that the picture it displays when i turn it up is my sister. so i hit the power button at just the right time and wait for the phone to shut down synchronized to the special moment. when the moment comes, however, i am not looking at my sister but instead at my beautiful glass bong! despite this being perfectly normal, as my non-tripping self knows well that my phone is set to display my bong as it turns off, it really shocks me. i think about how i have to quit smoking for a while before my thoughts finally drift.
after a series of intense mini-trips consisting of more pretty colors and complex geometric constructions, i arrive at yet another mindset. i feel as though i am at the top of the hill and finishing up my peak. i feel as though i must now make a choice as to whether or not i accept the trip, and the conclusion that i can no longer smoke weed daily, or reject the trip and the conclusion. i s'pose that because of my experiences with psilocybin and my deep respect for the shrooms and the lessons they've taught me, i choose to accept this trip and its conclusion. at the moment i decide, i am launched into a dramatic and intense final climax. i destroy the planet and everything in the universe. but i don't stop there. i also destroy my stage, the "universe-at-large." now, for the first time this trip, my stage is not the endless black void of space. instead, it is a melting scene of pastel tie-died colors swirling around, much like the drempels viusal program the serves as my desktop on this PC. the colorful swirls are omnipresent and i am at a loss to destroy or otherwise control them. i realize this inability and "bounce" into the other direction. from a point at the nucleus of the tie-died universe, i unfold the black void that i had earlier destroyed. i proceed to create the earth, human-beings, and eventually my own parents. the next step is me, and i put a lot of mental energy into this part. i "grow" myself up exactly as i like, and exactly as i grew up in real life. the whole time i am seeing imagery from my life that is perfectly accurate except for the spectacular hallucinations that augment every image. i am in awe. when i am grown up to age 18, the sequence ends and i feel as though i have "set it in stone" and completed the journey.
my thoughts drift off and before i know i am coming out of being half asleep. again, this is totally unlike psylocibin in that the line between tripping and sleeping is greatly blurred in the case of the amanitas. with class the next day (i slept through them) i decide to head back to my room and go to sleep. i do this and wake up in the morning (3 pm) feeling fantastic.
it's 7:30 pm now and i am still deep in the afterglow, which is very similar to the afterglow of a psilly trip. however, this trip is a special case as amanitas are widely believed to be inferior to psilocybes. i feel as though i must spread the word and share this terrific drug with the world.
overall, my trip last night was not as euphoric as my trips on psilocybes. after a psilocybin trip, i nearly always am bummed that its over and want to trip again soon. not the case today. i would like to try amanitas again but my desire is not nearly as urgent as it is after a psilocybin trip. i've never tried ayahuasca, but i can say that the visions i saw last night could not be attributed to psilocybin or lsd. they were simply too realistic and on-the-ball. in many ways, i feel as though this trip was very much like a successful ibogaine treatment, as it convinced me so effectively that my weed smoking habits were unhealthy. my plan is not to quit completely until i trip on cubensis next weekend and confirm what i learned last night. i feel it is entirely possible that i will feel uncomfortable when i do get high later on tonight.
it's interesting to note that i tripped the hardest of everyone, possibly because i am a lightweight at 140#. also, X, Y, and Z all ate extra grams a couple hours into there trips. despite their higher doses, they did not lose control to the extent that i did. importantly, everyone had a good time and nobody got sick.
i hope this report convinces some shroomerites to give amanitas a try. i think it presents an interesting point concerning soma's identity and can say for sure after the trip that in no ways was it unlike the descriptions i've read of the soma of yore. i will post an update concerning whether or not i cut back on the reefer. peace.
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