Mushroom Cultivation questions and discussion.

Erowigs · 2012-02-07T22:31:23.860559+00:00

If you're doing PF tek, a PC is not needed (although it will certainly help with sterilization). For every other method, you're gonna need a PC.

needmoarbass · 1 day

Al Jourgensen is partially deaf in his left ear. I think his solution is just to crank everything to 11.

Hughcumber · 2 days

Wear Depends and spark up.

SuperEnt19 · 2 days

tasting colors, seeing music, etc.

addictedaway123 · 2 days

Yes, but really, you need a week to recover from ibogaine. Furthermore, most clinics cannot take walk-ins because you need medical records, a physical, etc (although I do know of one that does take them). It can be fatal for someone with a heart condition. Furthermore, he would need to have all trace of opiates out of his system before they could administer the drug, because it potentiates other drugs incredibly, which is the other main cause of death.

I think ibogaine is the best answer to getting off hard drugs, especially opiates, but it is not something you can tread lightly into.

JackSparr0w · 2 days

I watch a lot of documentaries, and I think even if I didn't have an interest in drugs, I would still rate this among the top. It'll be worth it if you do.

punktdot · 2 days

They allow you to explore your own headspace and make connections you otherwise wouldn't. I've had a few LSD trips in particular that have really helped change the course of my life, because ideas would come to me in an altered state that I would think about later when I could properly research them. I've cut down on years of therapy. I've increased my level of knowledge 100x over. I've gone back to school as a result. I've gained perspective, and wisdom. I wouldn't take any of it back for anything, not even the bad trips.

I once had a view pretty similar to yours. Hell, I was straightedge until my last semester of high school-I even went to elementary schools as a D.A.R.E. role model. I was also reading a lot of Anton LaVey, who was very against the use of drugs (of course, this was at the height of the hippie movement in San Fran). What I found is that certain substances work for me-to figure shit out, to keep me from taking life so fucking seriously that I am stressed and angry all the time, to develop my mind and my character. I think that you get more out of the experience if you put a lot into yourself, otherwise it's just pretty colors and meaningless. I don't take anything to "get high"-alcohol, and weed to some extent, but I usually trip alone to get in touch with whatever I'm looking for.

You know what though, you'll never be able to understand it unless you try it.

punktdot · 3 days

The funny thing is that, when I was about 16, I would have agreed with you. I just turned 30. I didn't smoke pot until I was 18, took acid at 19, dabbled here and there but didn't really start exploring drugs until about 25-27 onwards, including smoking pot. Once I started exploring what psychoactive substances could do for me, my productivity exploded. I've made more progress in the last 5 years than I did in the prior 25 years, and that is largely due to psychoactive substances. My productivity and sense of self have skyrocketed as a result of using psychedelics, and if you must know, I don't know how I would have made it through the last few years without them. If you think it's such a load of crap, why don't you drop some acid and report back?

Meanwhile, once challenged, you trotted out emotional abuse and Asperger's as a defense. What have you got to hide? I've confronted my demons. I've looked straight into the bowels of hell, and come out a changed man for the better. Pointless and for the weak? Hold a mirror to your soul and tell me the same, friend.

punktdot · 3 days

Still doesn't explain your comments to me here, poncho. No need to pull out the victim card. It's not relevant here. I should kill myself why? Because I use drugs in an informed way? Really? I eat mushrooms, and therefore should commit suicide and cause my family and friends emotional hardship for the rest of their lives? Think about what you say, and grow up.

bbcdrugwar · 4 days

My cat says otherwise.

Afoss0815 · 4 days

I don't know, but I learned my lesson. Had I thought about it beforehand, I would have said just that, but I hadn't expected anyone would give a shit (I know I sure didn't when I've worked retail). The customer is what really threw me off-it was like something out of a sitcom.

punktdot · 4 days

You know kid, I skimmed your posts, and you just seem angry for no reason. Take it somewhere else. And yes, I saw a number of places where you described yourself as a Christian or a Theist. My point is, for someone who espouses such views, you need to take a step back.

punktdot · 4 days

Wow...skimming your comments, you sound appear to be a very confused Christian. Pretty sure your Christ would take a slightly different view about drug use, as well as suggesting that people kill themselves.

punktdot · 4 days

Excuse me? And I ain't no kid, whippersnapper. Now go get me a drink.

Afoss0815 · 4 days

I was getting a glass turkey baster at the kitchen store, and the cashier asked me what I needed it for (I had to call around after a few stops, and she remembered my call). I mumbled out something about a chemistry experiment, when out of nowhere comes a wild customer who starts loudly saying " OH!!! A chemistry experiment? Oh, I hate chemistry! What kind of experiment are you doing??? I really hate chemistry..."

I was dumbfounded, and at this point the cashier is starting to give me a funny look. I just said I needed to take the liquid off of something, paid, got out of there., and never made the same mistake again. Do some planning if you don't know what you're looking for, kids.

Seriously, this kind of shit always happens to me.

Afoss0815 · 5 days

Not to mention it's also really helpful to have an alternate reason why you need supplies that you otherwise may not know much about, should you encounter a nosy clerk. I either try to know of an alternate use, or say that my girlfriend/boss sent me to get something, and I have no idea what for.

punktdot · 5 days

No, but it's not too late. I'm sure you could be the first, since all those drugs are sure to send him off in a blind Hulk rage. You'd be smart to stay home and never have any fun.

punktdot · 5 days

I'd be happy to help him if there weren't an ocean between us.

punktdot · 5 days

Not that I'm considering cannibalism, but if I were, I'd be pretty picky, because most people eat so poorly. By the same token, I'd argue that you can taste the difference between grass-fed beef and regular beef, and I'd argue that this does apply to all organic life.

punktdot · 5 days

Wizard flipping.

punktdot · 5 days

Yeah, except they don't. It's an urban legend. If you sell someone acid and they think they can fly off a building and die, then yes, you could be charged with manslaughter if they linked the sale of the acid back to you. But possession, or even distribution, is not going to get you a manslaughter charge, although it will still put you behind bars for a bit. Again, not forever. A few months to a few years I believe, unless you're in possession of quantity. I just saw this addressed here on Reddit the other day, but am trying to find my source. I'll post it if/when I do.

HawaiianBrian · 5 days

I first saw this over a decade ago, and have been trying to remember the name of it recently. Thank you!

locrelite · 5 days

I just finished reading this the other day. I think he'd be better off making an animated feature out of it, similar to the trailer you posted.

Jakeyeah · 5 days

Ok...this one is long.

There was a rave event I'd been doing some minor promotion for for a few friends. At the event itself, I found myself trying to get away from a girl from the past who had shown up and was trying to pick up from where we left off in middle school (now she was fat, and married...wasn't having it). Anyhow, in the process I meet this gorgeous girl, one of the best looking girls I've ever seen. Half Greek/Hispanic, dancer, giant inverted pentagram tattoo. My kinda chick. So, we start talking, and she immediately suggest that we hang out when we get back to the city. Hang out for the next couple hours, turns out she was on mushrooms as well, but seemed totally normal, which is important to remember in retrospect.

So, a week later, she brings her bike to my place via lightrail (I only had a bike at the time as well) around 5 pm, with the plan being that we'd go to my place, smoke a bowl, and bike to Oktoberfest. As soon as we get to my place, she starts telling me about how she has extreme PTSD, social anxiety, and OCD. Ok, I think, I've studied tons of psychology and know about these disorders, I can deal with this. We smoke a couple bowls (bad idea, I discovered later, as this seemed to amplify her issues), and she keeps telling me about herself. Around 8 pm, she suggests we order a pizza. By 9 pm, we've eaten, and I suggest we go out. Nope, she's not ready to go yet, and continues telling me about herself and her issues while she does and redoes her hair and make-up for the next 3.5 hours, all of which she had already done before she arrived. For the hell of it, knowing that we're clearly not going out and I have to deal with this until I can put her back on the lightrail in the morning, I ask if she's ready to go yet. Nope, of course not.

So, I bike to the corner shop to buy some beer and smokes, hoping that the cashier will somehow see my plight and do...something. Naw, of course not, so I go back. Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I didn't just kick her out and move on with my night. I felt sorry for the girl. She had just turned 22 a couple days before, and was so anxious that she was getting grey hairs, picked her fingernails apart piece by piece, etc. I got her to come outside for a cigarette with me, and she was in white-knuckled terror the whole time. Whatever had happened to this girl was bad, but I never found out exactly what.

I ended up biking out for supplies a couple more times (and each time hassled me to clean some arbitrary thing in my apartment, because of her OCD...this is what really tried my patience), but eventually put my foot down after she'd smoked most of my bud and was hassling me to go get ice cream at 5:30 am. At that point she asked if she could stay over (um, duh), so I put her in my bedroom with my laptop to watch cartoons (that seemed to keep her pacified) while I slept on the couch.

Every 30 seconds she would call me into the bedroom for something, eventually asking if I had a sleeping bag and would sleep on the floor. I didn't care anymore, since I just wanted a couple hours rest so I could figure out how to get rid of her in the morning. As I start drifting off, she goes to take a shower (again, OCD cleanliness), and I hear water running and start dozing.

She comes out, carrying her panties, and asks if she can hang them on the door to dry. Sure, I say. She then sits down on my bed and asks if she needs to go to poison control. I ask her why, and she hands me a bottle of hand sanitizer and points to where it says "Do Not Ingest". I ask if she ate it, and she says "no, I put it up my ass".

I just stared at her, dumbfounded. It was sometime after sun up, I was tired, and had no frame of reference for anything like this. I looked her hard in the eye, and said "No. You're fine. Go to sleep", at which point I laid down, and tried hard to block out the last few minutes. My peace was shattered 20 minutes later when she sat straight up in bed, looked me in the eye, and started loudly repeating "I NEED CUM IN MY MOUTH!!! I NEED CUM IN MY MOUTH!!!" As attractive as the girl was, after the previous events of the night, I was not willing to risk taking her up on her offer, gave her another firm look which prompted a "uh...wait...uh...nevermind"...eventually, I went back to sleep on the couch.

Woke up about 3 pm, posted a bit on Facebook that I was dealing with a situation, and eventually a friend from a few states away called to make fake dinner plans with me. 30 minutes later, her stepfather picked her up, and she was gone, a full 24 hours after she arrived.

When I finally got back on my computer, I saw that she had been googling "anal pain".

After sharing the story a few times, a friend suggested that I was (somehow, tho I think I was damn considerate, all things considered) not being kind to this poor girl's situation. So, I called her around 11 pm a week after the incident to see how she was. She immediately launched into how I should pay for a cab to come pick her up, and in the morning we could go running and do all sorts of other things. Clearly, she had a good time and wanted a round 2. I told her I'd call her back, and never did, but that didn't stop her from calling me for another 2 weeks.

tl;dr: Crazy girl came over, put hand sanitizer up her ass, had so much fun she wanted to do it again.

Jakeyeah · 5 days

Ok, so despite getting cockblocked by the crippled dude, the girl was still hot for me. I ended up leaving town for a few months, but came back with a friend for the weekend, and made plans for the girl to come to my place after we'd been out drinking (she was underage). We were on our way to pick her up after the bar, when she told me she was hitchhiking to my place and would be there soon. We go back and pack a bowl, and she shows up, out of her mind on meth, with some 45+ year old Mexican dude. It seems the guy had picked her up and given her the glass. So, she arrives tweaked the fuck out, with some old stranger who was probably hoping to fuck her, and my friend just stood by amused at my predicament. Eventually he left, and I tried to keep her there (at this point not thinking about hooking up so much as keeping her away from the creeper), but she left anyway to do more, then came back about 30 minutes later, when I again tried to keep her from leaving with the guy, again with no luck. At this point, she's created a commotion and woken up a neighbor, who has threatened to call the cops, so the girl decides that's the time to leave since she thinks the police are coming (which never happened, natch).

I don't know how the rest of her night went, since I mostly stopped talking to her at that point, other than her texting to ask that I not tell her brother.

I wish I could say that was the first crazy girl to walk through my door, or even the craziest, but compared to what came after (especially the girl who put hand sanitizer up her ass), that was nothing.

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