My friend and I had an ounce of dried Psilocybe Cubensis and were sitting in the park. I was 17 years old. We picked the two biggest mushrooms out of the bag, which accounted for half of the ounce and each ate one.
We walked down to the beach at the bottom of the hill and climbed up a small tree on the beach as the sun set and the mushrooms took effect. As the sun was setting, I kept seeing UFOs popping in and out of the ocean in my peripheral vision, which set off my “alien spidey senses” early on. At this age, I had a deep fear of extraterrestrials.
Before I knew it, it was dark. The tree we were in was at the base of a cliff of about 150 feet, ascending up behind us, with the ocean and beach in front of us.
I kept thinking about aliens and I couldn’t believe it, but I could see, clear as day, that a UFO had landed at the top of the cliff behind and above us, pulsating light. I started to worry about being abducted and immediately had the very real sensation of an array of tractor beam threads, connected to my hands and feet, pulling me up towards the craft from my seat in the tree.
My heart was pounding and my hips, where my weight was centered, even were pulled into the air (it seemed extremely real, although I now realize it was probably the mushrooms). I held onto the tree for dear life to keep from being pulled up the cliff!
Next, I heard at least one, maybe two unearthly beings crashing down the cliff, shaking bushes and making unnatural noises like speaking that were straight out of a SciFi movie. The neighbors’ dog, who’d followed us to the tree, was barking at them, so I thought it must be real. I quickly came to terms with the realization that we would be abducted, feeling deep, gripping fear.
My concern shifted to my friend. I wanted him, at least, to feel safe. I took a deep breath and put my hand on his back, behind his heart and said, “We’re going to be ok. Don’t worry.” I felt my heart well up with love and care for him, filling with faith that we’d survive whatever was in store for us.
Amazingly, within seconds, the aliens disappeared, I was full of love and my fear disappeared as well. I could see light emanating around our bodies, the trees on the beach, even from the rocks on the beach. I’d stumbled upon a sort of Christ consciousness. I could see in the dark for the rest of the journey. The hostile aliens I’d been so concerned with were replaced with benevolent Nature Spirits, which I was really interested in at the time. It was magnificent.
We climbed down from the tree and I told my friend that I loved him, which took a lot of courage for me at the time. He said he loved me too and we had a great rest of the journey together.
I realized for the first time that fear and love are opposite poles of a spectrum of emotional experience that literally constructs our perception of our surroundings. Fear can stop love, but love can also stop fear. They are at opposite ends of the spectrum, according to the Law of Polarity. The skill comes with consciously choosing/shifting to the end of the spectrum that you prefer and watching it change your world for the better. This is true at all times – the mushrooms had just magnified and amplified it drastically that night, which provided this realization.
This, although challenging and unsafe, is one of my favorite lessons from using psychedelics, especially at such a young age. The dosage was way too much, it was unplanned, without a guide, etc. It’s really fortunate that it turned out so well!