My first mushroom experience was terrifying.
I was thrown headfirst into a foreign dimension inhabited by spirits and demons who assaulted my consciousness.
The majority of the night was spent with me lying on the floor curled in a ball, with my friends trying to comfort me.
At one point, I was willing to die if it meant that I could escape the hell that I was stuck in.
Needless to say, the experienced humbled me.
I returned to reality with a belief that would change my life forever:
"There is a lot more to reality than what we experience here on earth."
Despite the hellacious journey that the mushrooms had provided, I I vowed to return.
I knew there was much more wisdom to be gained from the mushroom. Besides, that which does not kill you only makes you stronger.
I have been traveling with them ever since.
*Thanks for contacting me Treywolfsky. Your question brought back some awesome memories.
~FleshCap (Steve Savage)