God forgive me for I have sinned…I have eaten a space cake in a coffee shop and unashamedly eavesdropped on people’s stories.
Apart from that, I’m in Amsterdam and I have LEGALLY tried mushrooms for the first time. They call them “magic truffles” here, but the effect is basically the same because they still contain psilocybin and psilocin – the active compounds that catapult you straight into a visual trip. Let me clarify that it CAN be, but doesn’t necessarily HAVE to be visual – it also depends what mushrooms you are taking (I’ve chosen Atlantis, but bought Mexicana, the “happy” ones, for later).
Alright, so me and my two gay friends (a couple) sat down in a coffee shop “Abraxas” where we got really stoned the other day. It was in the heart of the city, right near the Dam. R* got some water because we knew we might get thirsty later on. I carefully read the informative booklet attached to our box of mushrooms. We were about to share 15 g between two. I instructed R* to chew them properly because then they have a more intense effect. I didn’t eat the whole day and it was around 6pm. This was actually conducive to this experiment- you are meant to consume the truffles on an empty stomach. Unfortunately, R* had some fries an hour before. This is why I think it didn’t really work for him. He simply fucked it up by eating those stupid fries.
The mushrooms didn’t smell, but we agreed they tasted like peanuts – quite soft inside, even mushy, and easy to chew.
The rest of the night was veiled in a strange blur for me. I remember scraps and how I felt but it’s immensely hard to explain it. I was a little dizzy, a little philosophical, a little lightheaded, a little obsessed and a little happy. Some objects seemed moving toward me (like the bathroom sink, the facet, the floor and lights of the coffee shop). I remember going out for a cigarette and then running forward, driven by some divine force. I remember R* joining me, our bodies embraced and jumping through the streets of Amsterdam. I remember skewed roofs, strange conversations with the salesman from whom I was buying cannabis tea. I remember “Happy New Year” uttered to me by a guy selling falafels. Finally, I remember wondering if what I feel is there because of the mushrooms or because I know I took them and, thus, create unusual imagery in my head? After the trip I can with certainty answer this question: they definitely worked, but my mind was just being over-analytical as almost always. Period.
R* made fun of me – he was convinced I had this effect only because we were sitting in this “psychedelic” coffee shop most of the time. I found this ridiculous. He must’ve been jealous.
“I’m sure it just seems to you that you are having a trip” says R*.
I shake my head in disdain.
“Maybe it only seems to you that it seems?” I reply. Ad nauseum.
R* ponders this for a while and then says:
“I wouldn’t come up with something like this.”
We laugh uncontrollably.
Poor R*. The purchase of mushrooms turned out to be a waste of money for him. However, we both had the overwhelming impression that the ENTIRE coffee shop is staring at us, especially some Asian ladies. It might’ve been our imagination or me eating sushi, or the fact R* was embracing T*. I thought homosexuality wouldn’t generate so much attention in a city like Amsterdam??
Well, anyways, the trip gradually came to an end after about four hours. When on the way back to Berlin, I was still feeling the unfathomable effects, although it was pleasant. I haven’t been so calm for a long time.
Next time, I would definitely choose mushrooms instead of weed. It’s undoubtedly more interesting and you get to explore yourself in a more insightful way.