alchemilla

I am keen to get reishi and shitake cultures if that's at all possible... at the mo I'm trying to re-grow shitake from clone (from cut out section of mushie) but will have to wait and see how it goes...

my name comes from the name of a (fairly redundant) medicinal herb- ladies mantle (alchemilla /mollis, /vulgaris and /alpina). Apparently it means 'little alchemist' because the alchemists thought highly of it because its leaves collect alot of dew, which was important in their 'potions'. I thought it was good for me because I like the symbolism etc of alchemy, like experimenting with plants, and am a midget. well, not a real midget, but i am short... I am also involved in a business called alchemy herbs- which is a range of herbal teas.

Thanks for your imput guys. They were home grown p. cubensis. Have heard that 2-3 grms dried is a good dose but didn't weigh them. I am also (hahem, my cat is) a 'little person' so less is prob more. My cat was saying it was bad because the nausea was continual but still could not vomit to get some relief. The lingering taste was gross. He hadn't eaten for a long time either. Thought it would be a good opportunity cause my cats friends wanted to try them soon for first time and wanted someone there with some level of experience. i know setting is important and I have a great garden so it'll be there next time. I think the mushies could have been slightly contaminated with white mould. Could this have caused an increase in nausea? My cat is working on a purer batch at the mo, though i tell him they are illegal but he has no regard for human law. Silly bugger.

Hi everyone. After doing alot of reading and preparation, last night my cat decided to take a small amount of mushies- about 6 dried. He had eated small amounts before but only as sacraments and not to induce a change of consciousness. Well he told me that after half an hour a really weird feeling came over him and his body felt heavy and cold/tingly. Then a big shadow moved from behind him. He looked around but things weren't quite right, only a little bit of visual distortion, melting/movement of surroundings. He felt extremely sickly and was not connected to his body in the usual way. Limbs were very heavy. Nothing at all life changing or interesting happened. Through the night he was stuck in a kind of limbo- felt like some kind of state between being dead and alive, wasn't awake, wasn't asleep. Still felt like vomiting. Thought he was possibly dead a few times and checked pulse but couldn't feel anything. Thought this would last forever. A horrible loud rushing noise (like those 'thunderstick' tubes that have sand in them) kept going through his head- in one side out the other, which was like torture and prevented any sense of peace. Finally the sun came up and he made a kava hot chocalate to feel better. This helped alot. Had a bit of an existential crisis as the intent was a sincere and spiritual one- wanting to see and feel the life in creation, wanting to sense the divine. He thought there was a good possibility that there was no meaning to life whatsoever. he felt no emotions at all throughout the night. He has noticed before that other substances do not stimulate any cognitive or perceptual changes even though they should have. He does not want his construction of reality to be so rigid, if reality is projected by mind then why is it so hard for him to change? He went in to this with an open heart, not with fear. So why did it happen like this? What can he do to encourage a more positive experience?