sadhak a dit:
They'll do nothing to you. You want Amanita Pantherina, which'll blow your socks off.
"The European Panther contains ibotenic acid and muscimol, it is
used as an entheogen much less often than the related Amanita muscaria because of the extremely high levels of these compounds found in the mushroom. They are however sometimes dried or cooked at a low temperature and ingested. [3]"
And the trip is nothing like Psilocybe, it's more like your memory is stuck in a loop for three hours. The girl I took them got fairly upset. I thought I was dying and found it interesting. I've already answered questions about the differences between the two when replying to someone else, so here's the report;
I've tried a lot of Amanitas. I once picked an entire back pack of them while I was out looking for psilocybe. I found no psilocybe.
After drying, my friend and I had 17 / 18g of fine, dry powder in warm water and sat back watching a film. Neither of us felt anything. I was particularly surprised that I didn't even feel nausea, let alone anything else.
My friend has had Amanita from two other different sources and said they were both the same as the quite large amount he and I had tried. He also gave some to two other friends who said something similar.
Quite impressive considering how lethally toxic I hear they are - I have had more than one university lecturer tell me in the past they're lethal.
Pantharinas look similar (brown in place of red), but there was a huge, huge difference even when we were taking less. There was a slight amount of nausea, but nothing compared to things like mescaline cactus or even a good amount of psilocybe.
The effects were clear, they were almost debilitating in the level of confusion they caused. It was nothing at all like psilocybe. There weren't any hallucinations in the stereotypical sense (distortions, patterns, colors, synthesisia, changes in sounds).
The best way I can describe it was as if my memory had gone into a randomized loop. At first, it was as if the last five seconds of everything would loop a few times and it'd be hard keeping track of the newest thing someone had said. I could almost see my vision wipe from top to bottom and repeat - but I wasn't seeing it visually, it was happening in my memory. As time was split up into random length pieces in my memory and then shuffled like a deck of cards, spending random amounts of time on each card.
It got stronger quickly, I couldn't tell if I was thinking about something someone had just asked me, or said half an hour ago.
When I got up to leave the room and go to the toilet, I stood in the toilet for a few minutes convinced I was still lying on my bed.
The effects quickly produced the sensation of not being able to trust what was happening, a serious distrust in the reliability of time and events.
I should say that with this particular experience I was with a girlfriend, but two other people that I didn't really know (and that weren't suitable to be around people tripping) were in the room as well.
It had become too difficult to keep up with the conversation now, so we were both lying together not talking much.
Through misplaced words, the two others suggested we looked as if we were in comas - while playing inappropriate videos that I'd had to get them to switch off after it upset the girl with me.
We soon became convinced that we might have been in comas - that we were imagining what was happening on a hospital bed. What was very strange was that the two of us had an almost identical experience, it was as though we had become involved in a story together.
By now, another fairly new person had entered the room.
Eventually I stopped talking even to the girl with me and began to wonder if this was the end of my life - if the mushrooms or something else had actually put me in hospital and this was what it was like (living in a false world with memories or events I'd made up as I lay there).
When people would ask me things, I would wonder if these people were somehow symbols I had to follow to escape. I assumed there would be two of these, one was perhaps death (possibly a personification of the mushrooms) and the other someone at the hospital trying to wake me up.
This wasn't helped by the fact that I had only known some of these people for a short time, so it made it seem even more possible that they were characters I had invented. I tried to work out ways I could prove to myself which was real or which I should follow, but none of them worked.
I ended up having to go outside and ran barefoot onto a field in the rain to wake myself up in the cold. Which is the first time I've ever had to do something like that with a drug.
I attribute many, if not all, of the problems to the people around us at the time who weren't experienced with doing this kind of thing - I've never had a good experience in that kind of environment and should have really got them to leave first.
At some point I may retry Pantharinas to see what happens on my own - when I know I can fully appreciate the experience without it being distracted.
To me, there is no comparison between Amanita and Pantharina beyond their Muscaria link - the Amanitas I have never seen do anything, where the Pantharinas can in no way be termed subtle.
