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No, not trance-like. Conscious, and otherwise all functions normal. Just an echo of what happened in there, that I could hear but got fainter with time.

I think many, myself included, begin with a notion of "fun exploration", which is annihalated by your first experience of the inneffable fractalating soup. If we go back, its no longer for fun.

My experience with psychedelics has led me to much the same conclusion. Trips are indelible - in that you cannot erase them. Sometimes, I sense I have been permanently reconfigured, like that epic trip reset my state-machine, and when it surfaces, I fall cold and vulnerable. I'm not clinically depressive, or anxious, but am a very "thinky" person - and I don't think psychedlics are good for "thinky" people.

I think that's exactly the reason they're banned, though I would have prefered the opportunity to learn that for myself - legally. It put me off them as a recreational item. I have been back once, and though it was easily as mad, knowing what to expect and having my wife sober to talk to during the really intense section (t+1-3 hours) helped alot. I found the heart in my mouth paranoia re-surfaced from time to time, but faded with time. The glossalia was strange. In flashback, it was like flicking a perceptual switch that would let me "speak" it with my inner voice, like a clickety-pop-zwang-a-loo. That sounds psily, but it feels hard-wired, part of your deep-language-function, as if you're hearing the mechanism behind the words and grammar. Like all things mushroom, it's very difficult to put in words. I had a similar experience years earlier with a huge bucket-bong. My inner voice split five-ways, all me at different ages, speaking over each other at once, and the youngest - maybe 3 or 4 years old - spoke a strange "invented" language that I remembered, like in a deja vu.

I could spontaneously break into glossalia (speaking in tongues) for about a week after my epic mushroom experience, but it faded over time. Scary as hell - knowing whats lurking just beneath the surface.

Bump.

All in mint condition. $30 inc. ExpressPost to Australia Fungi of Southern Australia. Bougher and Syme (UWA Press) At CSIRO This really is a beatiful book, superb illustraions and biblio. A shame to pass it on for only $20. ----SOLD---- Growing Gourmet and Medicinal Mushrooms. Stamets (Ten Speed Press) ---SOLD---- Permaculture: A Designer's Manual. Mollison (Tagari Publications) PM me if interested.

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Still in mint condition. $30 inc. ExpressPost to Australia Fungi of Southern Australia. Bougher and Syme (UWA Press) At CSIRO This is a really nice book, well presented with an excellent biblio and superp illustrations. Shame to pass it on for only $20. ---- SOLD ---- Growing Gourmet and Medicinal Mushrooms. Stamets (Ten Speed Press) ----- SOLD ---- Permaculture: A Designer's Manual. Mollison (Tagari Publications) PM me if interested.

Hi, I was wondering if peeps here would have any advice on what might commonly cause fruiting to abort prematurely? As opposed to completing as mature, open capped mushrooms. Take for example, typically peat/verm/lime cased rye grain spawn in a perlite tub humidifer/incubator, where the spawn colonised steadily, grew into the casing layer and pinned in good time, but the fruit bodies seemed to come up only around the edges of the containers and stall after reaching anything up to a few cm's tall then wither and darken. I'm assuming the problem is lack of moisture in either the casing, or the spawn below it, which might be resolved by watering the casing directly. But could there be other causes of a problem like this? Temperature fluctuation(tub at ~25', but higher on damn HOT days), gas exchange (fanning with lid daily), plain bad mojo. Cheers, auto.

Not true, though. CC addresses are generally visible (haven't tested this here though). BCC is generally what you're thinking of, as in Outlook and other mail apps.

I still have the chip in my front tooth to prove it ... mine was an awsome fibreglass number with red wheels that would jam to a stop on any stone or gum nut ... it was like a strange attractor for them

The rubbermaid tub is pretty damn moist, but perhaps its too large and confining the airspace around the containers more could help. I'll just have to experiment I guess. Thanks for the feedback.

Agreed. They are stunted, but by no means freaky-deaky.

Maybe 80-90% stalled not counting all that accurately, though none are what I would say flourishing exactly. Perhaps some strains are simply more fickle than others? What are peeps experience with that?

No hijack at all, as it sounds rather similar, if only slightly more progessed. Those few caps that have appeared haven't really opened as well as I would have expected either.

No, not sure at all. They are more like normal pins that have simply stalled long before the cap separates from the veil, at anything from 3-5mm to maybe 30mm in height. There are a couple of more normal, vigorous stems with caps that have separated from the veil, but the remainder seemed to have just stalled. My other thought was perhaps a competitor mould or contamination, but there is no sign other than otherwise healthy looking/smelling mycelium in the containers.

This is such a great book, I just had to share a passage from it here ... describes the fear that came over during the nights the NVA was amassing a 40,000 strong force around the Khe Sanh base. Enjoy. Michael Herr, Dispatches

Today this, tommorrow something else ... Author / Book => Don DeLillo/ White Noise Ethnobotanical author / Ethnobotanical book => Terrence McKenna / Food Of The Gods Whacko out there author / Whacko out there book => James Redfield / The Celestine Prophecy Most severe mind Bending book => Stephen Hawking / a Brief History of Time Currently reading Michael Herr / Dispatches, which is awesome.

Can she be a charlatan, if she beleives it herself? I really love the scene in Man on the Moon , where Andy Kauffman is lying on the faith healers table and spots the slight of hand to realise he's been duped. It has to be one of the sadest moments in film.

Quite an adventure indeed ... though very ancient history now ... ... depends a lot on how much he takes ... first go was a gentle, sparkling rainbow driven affair, chuckles and "The wonder, the wonder" ... next go was the maelstrom, and "The horror, the horror" ... mj was no primer for either, nor was it ever the same afterwards ... ... if the idea of being upsideoutways for several hours doesn't bother your mate, he'll be fine ...

I felt no sitter was better than someone who hadn't crossed over. My poor cat We came out alive, though I vaguley recall lying head down on the stairs, nude on the bathroom floor, gnawing my notepad, sucking the microrecorder, turning the lights on - turning the lights off, speaking in tongues (so to speak) and writhing on the bed. Dib, dib, dob, dob. Don't pick up the phone or leave the house. You will be quite insane.

If if you can't call the pope, or the Dalai Lama a cunt, who can you I often cussed the last pope as a fat cunt, bless his cotton beanie, but this new guy ...shizz...

UTSE ... there's been some chat about it.

Pragmatically, at the moment you will an action, aware of an inclination. For example: I feel like a red wine tonight, but I'll wait until payday and fetch a nice one.