I went up into the Catskills with a big bag of mushrooms and a trunk full of rice and beans and didn't come down for a year. I learned what it means to be grounded. I'm fucking unshakable now. "Everyone's different" is the real lesson here. That being said, the way Silicon Valley uses this shit makes me want to rage. Treat it like it's sacred, and it'll treat you like you are.
Couple of questions for you about this, if you don't mind: 1. What kind of situation where you in in terms of lodging, social isolation, and access to nature? 2. How often were you taking mushrooms and how much did your dose vary? 3. We're you consuming any other drugs at the time? 4. What time of day did you typically take mushrooms and what did you do during? 5.Did you get sick of rice and beans and how much did yo…
When I was tired of rice and beans, I hiked down to a little restaurant that had really, really good fried fish.
One time I built a hot tub.
A park ranger was kind enough to jump start my car when I was ready to leave for good. I feel like that was the least they could do after writing me six parking tickets, all of which I paid.
The rest of the answers, I leave to you.