

So far the only exotic species I have consumed is Ps. Mexicana. I was extremely excited to try a species other than Cubensis, just in hopes that it would allow me to find something without the rancid stench and taste of cubensis. I wasn't sure what to expect, and because this was back in 2001, there wasn't a tremendous amount of info about the relative potency compared to cubensis. Given that, I decided I wanted to aim for a medium dose, giving me leeway on either end if these little guys ended up being particularly potent, or particularly weak.



Since I picked them on a Friday afternoon, I set aside Saturday to do it, and decided that for the first time, I would try daytime tripping. I wanted to do it first thing in the morning after I got up and showered, so I decided to measure out dosage and get everything ready the night before. I took the newly picked tiny mushrooms, and started stacking them on the scale...and stacking them...and stacking them...and to my great concern, I had quite a mountain of them wadded on top of the scale, and it was only reading 15 grams. By the 10% rule, I figured that would give me 1.5 grams, which probably would be a medium dose given they were reported to be stronger than cubensis...so I felt pretty good about that, but sure didn't like the thought of eating that giant ball of tiny mushrooms.



Then it occurred to me, they looked kind of like bean sprouts, and I had a bag of salad in the fridge I had just bought, so the decision was made to chow down on some psychedelic salad the next morning. I figured the salad would help mask the giant amount I was going to have to eat, and having never tasted them, I was concerned about my ability to pack my stomach quite so full.



The next morning came, and I got up bright and early...skipping to the fridge like it was christmas morning, I had wrapped the pile of shrooms in some paper towels for the night. When I unwrapped the paper towel package, to my horror, the mushrooms had not just turned blue where I had touched them...the entire pile had turned deep ink black. I was furious, and thought the days fun had been ruined, but I was determined to try anyway, to at least get a little buzz, so I could see if it felt different than cubensis in any way.



I took the entire wad of black mushrooms, and pushed them into a measuring cup, and proceeded to pour apple cider vinegar over them, to try to mask their taste, and let them soak a bit before going on my salad. I returned the measuring cup to the fridge, and went off to shower.



After I had showered and dressed, I felt a little less crestfallen about my mushroom disaster and started to feel a little bit hopeful that they may not be totally ruined, so I went to the kitchen and prepared my salad. I poured the lettuce and carrots into a medium bowl, and grabbed the measuring cup from the fridge. The vinegar had now turned dark ink blue, at the bottom of the mass of black mushrooms. I dumped the shrooms onto the salad and stirred, and then slowly poured the rest of the dark blue vinegar out onto every last corner of the vegetables in the bowl. It was now time to eat.



I took my fork and started first with a mushroom. The taste was vinegar at first...but then the flavor of the mushroom came through. While I didn't feel it was as bad as cubensis, I can comfortably report to anyone who hasn't tried them, they are not culinary mushrooms by any stretch. I nearly gagged.



I mustered the fortitude to go back to eating, and then gathered a few shrooms, and as much other things onto my fork as possible, and shoved them in my mouth to chew. Somehow, with every bite, my tongue would still search out and find that nasty, spicy, radish-like flavor of the mushrooms around all the other things, but I did eventually manage to power through the entire bowl. My stomach felt heavy, and I wasn't sure if the mushrooms even still had any potency left in them after oxidizing to the level they had, but I retreated to my bedroom to await whatever fate may come.



I put on some music and climbed into bed with my quilt covering me, and listened to an album. A whole album. Then about halfway through the second one, about an hour after the salad, I started to feel very cheated. I felt a little bit of cold in my extremities, and a little clamy/sweaty, but otherwise, normal.



About 10 minutes later, however, the quilt's patterns started to wiggle. Slowly, rivers started flowing through the quilt. The geometries started to move. I closed my eyes, and saw a vertical stack of purple lasers sweep through my vision...that was a good sign. Then without warning, a mandala pattern of yellow, orange, and white letter Y and letter K's burst into view and began spinning. Giant conveyer belts carrying balls of light started soaring past me in a giant vast cavern of swirling colors. I opened my eyes, and realized that I could not see the room around me, but only fully opaque OEV's.



I had not managed a medium dose. I was propelled into a place with no walls, ceiling, or floors, and my body was trapped on my bed for the next 12 hours. The motifs were very much aztec or mayan in style, and geometry, but so very beautiful...the colors seemed to also be very themed...yellows, oranges, maroons, tans, browns, greens.



Then, what I thought at the time was a dragon, revealed itself to me. I remember being nearly consumed with fear, awe, and respect at this enormous powerful creature. I felt the distinct feeling that it could destroy me in an instant with almost no effort, but it didn't...it breathed, and fanned its feathery scales a few times, and then flew away. Looking back on this portion of the trip, I am convinced it was Quezalcoatl...but at the time I distinctly associated this being with a dragon.



After the wild, and fully visionary 12 hours, I started coming back to reality quickly, and spent the next 4 hours walking around my apartment, fidgiting, and trying to nourish my dehydrated and hungry body, but definitely had just experienced the longest, hardest, and most profound trip of my life.



It had a lot of themes and factors that related to things going on in my life at the time, and helped me work through those, but it also firmly established Mexicana as a favorite. I took a full 15 years off from tripping after that day because I felt I had resolved all of the issues I had at the time and didn't need to explore further for a while. Ps.Mexicana are a goal I will work towards again someday soon, though, I feel.



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You once ripped a man's jaw off...I seent it!







Edited by AtomHeart (04/14/17 09:12 AM)



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