Trip report: 6g dried Amanita + 1g psilocybin. This combo produces a unique and worthwhile experience.

To mods: if this isn't allowed, please remove and I'll post elsewhere. I've been taking Amanita Muscaria medicinally but decided to spice it up with a single gram of psilocybin. People occasionally ask about doing this on here, so I figured they might find this report helpful. It produced an experience unlike any I had had on either species of mushroom individually.

I drank 6g Amanita tea at 7pm. I got the usual AM effects of sedation, lying on my sofa just drifting. I added 1g psilocybin at around 8pm, expecting mild additional effects. I was stunned by how intensely, and quickly, the experience changed.

The first thing I noticed was how strongly and suddenly the geometric visuals came in. I don't usually get strong visuals on the come up with psilocybin so it really surprised me. There was a strong theme of spinning wheels, circles, spheres, tunnels lined with bubbles, pillars. It was all-encompassing, with fields of thousands of identical elements at a time.

With difficulty, I put on 'Sky Burial' by Nadja and lay back. This is when I started experiencing delirium. I became lost in the music, it felt like one of these dreams where you have to complete a task but are never quite sure what it is or how to go about it. I felt as though there were something trapped within the structure of the music, which had become like a physical space, and that my job was to free it and take it out into the world.

It was at this point that my cat Juno (who is very perceptive, and always responds when I'm tripping, breaking me out of thought loops on multiple occasions) headbutted me really hard in the face, breaking me out of this loop. I felt as though she was made of stone, and realised how strong she is, despite how small. I worry about her health sometimes but this reminded me she's actually doing quite well to have such strength behind her. This realisation made me euphoric.

I realised it was probably time to lie down in bed so I left the music playing and went to lie down in the dark. My wife could see how intense my experience had become and lay down with me.

Before long, I found I was exploring landscapes, too many to describe, and suddenly said to my wife: "Nanorchordny." Unsurprisingly, she replied with "what?"

"This is the word that the trees use to describe humans," I said.

Over the next 60-90 minutes, I focused on deconstructing this strange word. This is what I concluded:

Nan: the undivided principle for all life on Earth. This single word does not discriminate between species, classes, etc. All life is 'Nan,' with the implication that it is all connected.

Or: this is a negater prefix, appearing twice.

Ch: This refers to the rings of a tree that show its age.

Dny: This refers to roots.

So, "Nanorchordny" means "ringless, rootless living beings." At the time, I was struck by how the description was focused on what we don't have. It was such a stark contrast to how we see ourselves.

The word, by the way, is something of a translation. The natural expression of this word is a radial waveform, where Nan is the depression at the centre, and the subsequent syllables radiate, with the cross section looking something like a distorted lowercase 'm' with the outer side lower than the inner.

At the time, I was struck by how, whilst human beings generally understand that trees are living beings, they chronically disregard them. Only a week prior, I had a contractor round my house who suggested I cut down my birch so that I could "see the view better." This was appalling to me then and even more so now.

Nevertheless, we are all 'Nan.' I felt that it was an undeserved gift for us to be considered part of a class of being we routinely disregard or consider as only decorative. A further insight I gained, although I did not receive the word, was that those who disregard vegetative life are not known as enemies, but 'children.' At the time, I reasoned that I did not receive the word because it does not apply to me.

Towards the end of the experience, I began to feel that my wife's thoughts were bleeding into my own. I realised that she was thinking about her brother, who is profoundly disabled and largely unresponsive (the type of disability that, in earlier times, would get the person labelled 'a vegetable.')

I turned to her and said 'your brother is a dreamer in the roots.' By which I meant, he is not suffering, he's dreaming, occupying the space below waking consciousness like the roots beneath a tree. His outer condition is what we experience, but his inner experience is his own, and is not altogether as unpleasant as his outer appearance might suggest. We cried together.

I have never had a psychedelic experience like that. I felt that it was profoundly healing, profoundly connective. This is significant for me, who has chased that feeling of unity that so many describe with psilocybin, but have more often than not found myself in dark, isolated spaces, or in the presence of entities that dont appear to want me there. There was none of that here.

All in all, not an experience to be taken lightly, a deeply immersive, almost shamanic process. If you're prepared for it I highly recommend it, though.