The point is that your everyday reality is the same too. Your sober model of reality is just a model altered by neurochemicals too. It's like if you were to visit two different planets with different cultures and lifestyles: afterwards you don't claim that the place you visited from the 'correct culture', but it showed you that neither culture is correct. A fish likely doesn't realise it is wet unless you pull it out of the water for a while
It feels like there is something wrong with the way I process hallucinogens in general. It’s almost always a negative experience.
I took a 50 gram dose of truffles. Zero visuals aside from the slightest sense of wall breathing and waving my hands seeming to have a longer trail-blur. I became profoundly upset at how small, spidery and succubus-like my hands were. I then spent at least 6 hours believing death did not end suffering and eternal, unescapable reincarnation into more suffering was real, and there was no way to ever be at peace or end. I talked with another person and thought that there were only two eternal, omnipotent consciousnesses in existence (Me and You), and that all of creation was a game they were playing to try to bring themselves together, and that if they ever did come together (no idea what this means) everything would cease to exist, but that this would not ever happen and they would forever suffer alone. It was possibly the worst psychological experience of my life. The idea of eternal reincarnation that I had never entertained before now scares me as much as or more than death.
Another time I took less truffles, again no visuals, but saw everything as existentially futile and tried to kill myself by holding my breath.
The problem is, both times I was then somehow less depressed and more conscientious for weeks/months afterwards, so I keep taking them. Not truffles since they seem to be the worst. I started taking 0.5g of mushrooms every two weeks so that I don’t have to trip, but still get the aftereffects. I’m increasing the dose a bit each time, but at whatever threshold it turns into a nightmare I won’t go up to again.
I fucking HATE psychedelics. I take them regularly. Idk.
I've tried growing a couple different times. First time I did what is called the Uncle Ben's Tek where you use rice in bags from the grocery store and innoculate them with spores and seal them with micropore tape. Once the bags colonize, you break them up into tubberware bins and treat them like any other grow. Keep them under light, keep the moisture good, etc etc.
People on Reddit post amazing results, and mine looked really promising until it dried out and began to mold. I believe it got taken over by trich, a common mold that contaminates grows.
So that was a bust. I ended up burying it all in my yard next to a stump, and lo-and-behold, once in a while a mushroom will pop up! I ate one and it was a-okay. Pic related, look at that fine little man.
I tried another time. This time I used the more well known brown rice Tek, and I had more results from that one. I had some fruits, but they were skinny and didn't look healthy. I harvested them when I thought things were going south, and I actually still have them dried out in a bag. That batch also got taken out by trich.
What's funny is I have no problem eating the ones that grew outside, but the ones I grew in my own closet get the side-eye and I will not eat them.
Since these two experiences, I've taken to simply buying them and paying someone else for their labor. It's worth it to me.
looks good wizzie, hope the spores spread outside. if such shrooms grow on your land easy, maybe you can grow giant puffballs outside too, also tasty