mushrooms
Psychedelic mushrooms associated with hallucinations. Home grown, natural, and potent. Farmed like cannabis and marijuana.
Tips for the First-Time Shroomer
Psychedelics have potential to be, without a doubt, one of the most intense and intimate personal experiences one can have. Every psilocybin-containing mushroom has within it the power to open the mind of the user to a realm of bliss and infinite possibilities, or equally so to shatter one’s world along with all they think they know. This is not to be taken lightly. Regardless of the reason (or lack thereof) for experimenting if one so chooses, these substances definitely demand respect and deserve to be treated with such, even if you just want to “trip balls.”
Asa NicholsonPublished 6 years ago in PotentShrooming in Vegas
It was 8 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday in Las Vegas, Nevada. I was visiting with some friends and family to support my sister in a National Cheer Competition, and was recovering from a long night of drinks of booze and weed to celebrate my sister winning.
Luke S. ThompsonPublished 7 years ago in Potent- Top Story - October 2017
Eating Five-Year-Old Shrooms
Psychedelics and spirituality have shared a unique bond throughout many generations of history. From the iboga plants of Africa to the Ayahuasca brew of Brazil, the hallucinogenic compounds have done unimaginable things to our minds any time it is consumed. This tale is the first of many spiritual encounters I have experienced along my journey. My vehicle for this particular adventure was an eighth of shrooms that were at least five years old… but how does one come in contact with such old shrooms?
Luke S. ThompsonPublished 7 years ago in Potent How to Store Magic Mushrooms
Magic mushrooms aren't something you can just go out and get whenever you please. For most drugs, as long as you know somebody who grows their own or has a good supplier, you can be fairly confident that your high of choice is going to be available when you want it.
Amber MowattPublished 7 years ago in PotentShould 'Magic Mushrooms' Be Legalised?
Magic Mushrooms aren't always the easiest drug in the world to get hold of. As a seasonal drug, Magic Mushrooms can be somewhat elusive for those who've never been hunting for them before. You only get a few chances in a given year to find them, and if you don't know somebody who can take you to a good spot there's a good chance you'll never actually find any.
Amber MowattPublished 7 years ago in PotentHow Magic Mushrooms Allowed Me to Get Over My Ex
A quick Google search will tell you that magic mushrooms are a known, yet (rather absurdly) illegal, anti-depressant. To quote a headline from The Metro, magic mushrooms, "do in 30 seconds what anti-depressants take four weeks to do." And believe me, they’re not lying. It’s true, and I want to scream it from the top of every platform on the internet. It’s been a mere two weeks since I learned of my soon-to-be-fiancés infidelity, sat in a shitty Chinese restaurant that she decided to "treat" me to before dropping the bomb. Admittedly, we had been having problems that enriched a particular depressive episode for us both, but I think we can all agree that mundane relationship struggles never have, and never will, warrant cheating. No matter how hard your immature, insignificant other tries to justify it. Unsurprisingly, I was completely heartbroken. To the point where my heart hurt to beat and I couldn’t breathe for the pain. My life had been ripped from my feet. She was my future, my past, and my present, my home of which we had worked hard together to make our own. Everything, gone. Over a plate of rapidly cooling prawns with fried rice. I spent three days continuously crying, unable to eat or sleep. I chain smoked approximately 142 cigarettes and drank more alcohol than I would in a month. When the initial shock was over, and I had gained some sort of strength to actually do something about it, I packed a bag and got a train back to my beloved hometown where my family and friends were all too ready to help a girl out. Unfortunately, like an increasing number of people in the UK, I suffer from episodic depression of which the last six months had played out quite potently. The black cloud condensed me so violently that I was regularly contemplating suicide. It was impossible to find reasons to live; to stay and fight the light of the morning every, single, day. Throw a cheating partner into the mix, and you got yourself at the bottom of a hole deeper than the repercussions of a North Korean missile. "Are you sure I can take these if I feel so bad?" I cautioned, surrounded by a hundred fire-breathing hippies upon the sand of one of the UK’s finest beaches. They assured me that it would be fine, to take it slow, and perhaps swallow only half to begin with. Although my experience with psychedelics was reasonable, I had never had this strain of shrooms and neither had I felt so fucking bad within myself. I was undoubtedly going through the worst time of my life. But what followed…is what I can only describe as an awakening. On so many wonderful, colourful levels. The serotonin that had been dangerously low in my brain (since puberty, probably) took only 20 minutes to storm with a vengeance. A tsunami of positive emotions contoured my cheeks into a smile so pure and wide that I was using facial muscles I never knew I had. Honestly! I was really, truly smiling for the very first time. The grey, dejected exhaustion of the world flipped on its head and I was swimming in the bliss that actually does exist for us humans. It’s just that some of us spend our entire lives struggling to perceive it. Amongst the giggles and textures of the sea reflecting the moonlight, the Envies gifted me with a solid realisation that life is a blessing and I’m lucky to possess it (the polar opposite of what my consciousness was previously screaming into my thoughts). Even once the colours stopped twirling and the hexagons relaxed, the heightened feeling of self-worth and understanding remained. The next morning I was genuinely, ecstatically happy. I was productive, clear and it felt amazing. It still feels amazing even a week later. Why? Because of a little ingredient called psilocybin. This gem of a chem gives the user an almost immediate release from depression and anxiety, stimulating the brain to a chemical frequency that can give very profound and very meaningful experiences. Some would go as far to describe it as spiritual. Myself included. In 2016, the Medical Research Council conducted a study with University College London and The Royal London Hospital to test the effects of psilocybin on people with moderate to severe depression. 12 volunteers were given a single dose of psilocybin and measured in terms of intensity during their trip, to calculate the potentiality and relevant side-effects of the drug in treating depression. The results showed that over half of the volunteers were free from depression for a week after treatment and the remainder were depression-free for up to three months. This is because psilocybin is a serotonin receptor, allowing the "feel good" chemicals in your brain to function at a higher rate, obliterating the black cloud and all the other relentless anxieties some of us battle with on a daily basis. The magic in those mushrooms dictated with precision that I didn’t deserve what she did, and in return, she didn’t deserve me. I am not only wholeheartedly accepting of the sudden end to my relationship but I am accepting of pretty much everything that surrounds it; I’m still an ageing, recently single, technically homeless, under-educated struggling writer with an unstable government negotiating a messy Brexit but it’s my outlook on all that shit that has infinitely changed. And I’m over you.
Nicola MorrisonPublished 7 years ago in PotentHow I Met Myself
It was the first time I had ever taken what Terrence McKenna had called a heroic dose. Five dried grams of premium psilocybin mushrooms. I was not prepared.
Leslie J. FlemingPublished 7 years ago in PotentVarious Questions About Various Drugs
Potent is constantly receiving emails from their readers about different drugs, and while we generally keep them genre specific, this week we decided to include inquiries about a variety of topics. Besides, variety is the spice of life! Having been someone who had dabbled a little here and there, I feel confident I can offer up some knowledge that can help readers. So move over ganjacation, a new type of class is in session!
Johnny HashPublished 7 years ago in PotentMushrooms In Bali
It is that time before dawn when the sky is still dark. Awakening to the sense that the sun is coming, feeling the chill of the wind that travels round the earth with the sun, I rise, smelling the scent that says morning is here. The birds outside feel it and sing their songs to it.
Sigmund FriedPublished 7 years ago in PotentMagic Mushrooms FAQ
Though I generally deal with the questions regarding ganjacation, Potent staff put me up to the test of answering the emails received regarding those wonderful magic mushrooms. Turns out I know more than I thought I did. Just kidding, I knew I was well versed in the topic of shrooms. After browsing the vast interwebs to confirm my answers, I rolled a joint and sat down at my laptop to tackle the pressing questions regarding psychedelics. The questions came from all over the country and though there were few, I hope my in depth answers provide insight to those who didn't send in their inquiries.
Johnny HashPublished 7 years ago in PotentInca Ink From Mama Coca by Antonil
A first-rate book can also be a letdown when seeds of greatness sprout in the opening leaves only to wither before harvest. Mama Coca is the best on the subject since W. Golden Mortimer's turn-of-the-century Peru: History of Coca—and not just because it's the only full-length study since then. For the most part, the uninomial author anchors his meticulous scholarship with firsthand knowledge and suspicious common sense.
Understanding Stashology
John and Ken had a big problem. What had been a load of almost 7,000 sizable peyote buttons (averaging 6.5 grams a piece) when they’d scored it out in Arizona, was 100 pounds of slime by the time they got it back to New York City. The flavor was unmentionable. The stench was enough to waste goats at 200 yards—nauseating was far too nice a term. The two desperate dealers realized that while almost anyone can put up with the ritualistic vomiting that often accompanies a heavy duty trip on fresh peyote, only the hell for leather masochist would chew down on rotten buttons.
Hydro WilsonPublished 7 years ago in Potent