“Within Mazatec discourse, the mushrooms aren’t just a substance, they have agency, they’re alive.”

About a week after the completion of Flush 1, Flush 2 yielded about one plate of mushrooms. There weren’t a lot, but very few aborts and I think the tub is happier.

Flush 3 was about 10 days after Flush 2, and a pattern I was seeing start in Flush 2 (shrooms around the outside of the tub) has definitely continued. I read up on this, and evidently they like the microclimate out there for some reason. The fuzzy feet are gone.

Flush 3 had two plates full. I guess “plates” are going to be how measure yield. My scale is too small to measure them wet, and I’m too lazy to measure them dry – so plates will do.

This strain is definitely different – they are picky. I never got a full canopy, and they need a lot more FAE than the other strains. I really do like them though – they feel really positive, there’s definitely good medicine here.  Evidently the curandaras used to call the Huautla mushrooms –  Holy Children, which I love. I used to refer to them as “the kids” as well.

So now we’re done with Flush 3, and the tub still looks healthy in the middle, but no pins. I’m leaving it to see what happens next. Eventually contamination will win, but that day isn’t today.

Generally, I think trip reports are about as interesting as hearing someone tell you about their dreams, so I’ll keep it brief.

The first time I experienced the magic, I was in Amsterdam. The Smart Shop asked your weight, and how much experience you had (or wanted to have), and gave you your dose.  The shrooms were fresh from a fridge, and tasted like absolute butt. The trip came on fast – walking back to the hotel, I was on my knees following the patterns in the cobblestone streets. After a few hours, we tried to eat dinner, but it was too soon and the salad was squirming. It was the bomb.

Generally, shrooms make me laugh. So much that my stomach is sore and I run out of Kleenex from laugh/crying. At Burning Man 2003, I had fireworks inside my eyeballs when I shut my eyes. At a gothy bar, I met Quentin Tarantino on a patio and introduced him to the majestic tree I was hanging out with (to the delight of my friends) while we had a long chat about I don’t know what else. It was a really long time ago. And last year, I tripped with a friend who had never tripped before. We talked about how time goes so slowly, and then so fast, and we were so snotty from laughing and crying from laughing, and then we were worried about whether the kitchen in our Airbnb was closed, or open (could we go in or not)? Completely ridiculous. But very important at the time.

So far, the magic has taught me to let go, to live more, to laugh more, and to just be in the moment. I do like it when things get a little weird. I’m still looking for a huge life lesson, but not quite ready to go for a huge dose. Going higher generally just makes me wish I wasn’t as high.

Sometimes I wish this blog had comments, I’d like to know what you think. Let’s talk about this when we meet. Hopefully we will sometime.