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Experience:

- 3 pills MDA (very powerful, 1 was enough to roll/trip pretty hard)- 3/4 ounce dried mushrooms- 1/2 gram smoked methamphetamine- 100mg Adderall- endless cannabisI can't pretend like this one is really all that clear in my memory. I was already a meth addict, and I was on a 3-month mushrooms binge, eating about a pound a day. Also, I had acquired a large amount of MDA (what a great accident!) on accident thinking it was ecstacy. Once I took 2 pills I knew that I had stumbled once again on my 2nd favorite drug, MDA (my #1 is LSD)! I dubbed this experience "hyper-tripping" because I can't really describe well with words the sheer intensity of this experience. I have done meth, mushrooms, and MDA all seperately in large doses and most of the time when people combine drugs they like to lower the dose of each and let them synergize into one kickass, but controllable, drug experience. Not I! I want the big lebowski. That's probably why I became such a drug addict (no longer but still, I should be dead 1,000 times over).I took 2 1/2 of the MDA pills and then proceeded to chomp down on the mushrooms. At first I ate about ~10 grams, then I decided that "fuck it" was the best attitude if I was going to pull this trip off. So I ate another ~10 grams, probably just a little more. I wasn't really anxious doing this, because I was SO heavily into the psychedelic mindset at that point. I had tripped about 90 times in a row with huge doses of mushrooms and no longer had any difficulty going about my daily activities whilst tripping balls. I drove to work at the NBC tv station and did everything as if things were just fine. And, technically, I guess they were in my mind. Sorry for the diversion. Anyhow, I decided to wait about 45 minutes to really up the ante with the trip. I was dripping pure energy by the time the 2,700th second came around. I wasn't alive or dead just floating in space. I decided it was time for some cannabis. So I toked up. Then it hit me. Let's do this thing. It's methamphetamine time. I can't pretend that I wasn't a little anxious or apprehensive towards this action, but the fact of the matter is that I believe meth definitely has psychedelic properties. I mean, you wanna think deep? There's your answer. But at this point, with enough psychedelics in me for a whole group of people to trip, I wasn't really thinking "straight". Maybe deep, but not about anything that made ANY FUCKING SENSE AT ALL. So I did the deed. I was standing outside my house out in the woods when I hit the meth pipe. Holy shit. No. Yes. Awesome. Fuck me upside-down. All of a sudden the trip took on an evil, albeit indescribably euphoric, personality. The trees in front of me were shimmering thousands of different colors, and I was huddled in the corner of my entrance-way in fear. For what? Who knows. I was FUCKING GONE. GONE I SAY. The tree that was slightly to my right uprooted itself and started swiping at me with its "hands" like it wanted to kill me. I ran around in my yard for a little bit, probably yelling mad stupid shit. I started to black out from a weird +4 state. It wasn't your average +4 where you can't really move and you just chill and let go of everything. I was being forced into this shit with so much energy I couldn't sit down. I was, for lack of a better term, "euphorically terrified". I went inside and my trip partner, T, was not quite with it himself. I don't really remember what happened or any conversation we had. But I do remember telling him that he needed to come with me to my room (this was a little earlier, when I could still function and think somewhat). I turned off all the lights and put on The Smashing Pumpkins DVD with all their music videos. I put it on "Fuck You (An Ode To No One)", from their final show. I did this because the performance is like a strobe light that goes with unbelievably awesome music. Whoa. Lights and colors all over the room. Primarily purple and pink, but some blue and green in there, too. Like floating clouds of smoke that intertwined and smeared across the room through the air bouncing off the walls and hitting me, which I could actually FEEL.This is what makes me really think that psychedelics show us something in life that isn't "really there". Something that's as subtle in the physical world as our subconscious. Just like the subconscious is just as important as the conscious for us to carry on menial tasks like it's nothing while focusing on the big issues, SOMETHING purple and pink was hitting me in the chest and head and made me feel quite strange. It was a familiar feeling that I get seemingly randomly in life but can't put a finger on. A feeling I've had even when sober. But the way I thought about the situation is impossible to describe. It was WAY different than LSD. Acid is great because it pushes me into a deeply analytical state of mind (which I already possess, almost to an unmanageable degree), but still allows me to do normal things and find something new about them. This particular trip made me think that when I came out of it, I was NOT going to be OK. I was not going to be able to live like I had before. And you know what? I don't live like I did before that. That trip left some sort of 'dent' in my brain. It was a traumatic event, like in war, that left me with some sort of PTSD. It scared me to see the world so realistically ALIVE. I know that sounds stupid but I don't know what else to say to describe it. It was menacing. That's a good word. In conclusion, I would say that most people probably should NOT do this combination. Serious psychonauts are the only ones who should even CONSIDER this. But if you are one of the few, I'm sure you'll have a blast. Even if you can't remember the experience due to psychedelic trauma. It was sort of like this -Peace & Love,-The Twighlight