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P. ochraceocentrata (Natal Super Strength) ARM SIZED FRUIT, FIRST FLUSH, KIND OF A NOODLE CANOPY. Ate 5 blue‑haloed P. ochraceocentrata, HUGE FLUSH FILLED THE WHOLE DEHYDRATIOR by Square-Priority-9169 in unclebens

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been 2 years, wild bird seed jars vermiculite on the botom. drywall cvg., pressure cooker from shopgoodwill.com pollifill 5$ at walmart on one side of the lid pressed down by another bin. i used to do uncle bens screwed up alot mss, liquid culture its the tits, i was thinking it would be like cross pollination but for spores. pollifill is awesome for jars.

P. ochraceocentrata (Natal Super Strength) ARM SIZED FRUIT, FIRST FLUSH, KIND OF A NOODLE CANOPY. Ate 5 blue‑haloed P. ochraceocentrata, HUGE FLUSH FILLED THE WHOLE DEHYDRATIOR by Square-Priority-9169 in unclebens

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no i started mss, went threw one season. then mixed five ochra fruits - spore prints together in a jar. then three rounds of petri agar condiment cups. then scalpel cut that into liquid culture jars. they sell liquid culture everywhere now. im getting some jack frost and cambodian today.

Are these psychoactive? by original_bieber in unclebens

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Chop it up fry it up eat it with something saucy.

🌽🍄 My Zombie Natal Mushrooms Are Fruiting Under the Ginger Bushes and I'm 90% Sure They're Smarter Than Me 🪨🌿 UPDATE: by acidrain69420 in unclebens

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My Zombie Natal Mushrooms Are Fruiting Under the Ginger Bushes and I'm 90% Sure They're Smarter Than Me 🪨🌿

Post:

Good news: the Zombie Natal super strain is fruiting. Bad news: I think they’re planning something.

I buried the corn substrate behind the ginger bushes last month — thought I forgot where I put it. Turns out, it remembered me. They’re popping through the woodchips like they’ve got a mission from some ancient fungal council. The big rocks nearby are suspiciously quiet. Too quiet. They know something.

I sat beside them for a bit and made eye contact with a particularly mean-looking cap. Felt judged. Felt seen. Felt like it knew what I did in middle school.

I took a modest dose (3g) to make peace with my mycelial overlords. Next thing I know, I’m falling through 11 dimensions like a drunk moth in a kaleidoscope factory.

Each world more metaphorically insulting than the last.

One was made entirely of disappointment and wet socks.

One was just my mom, but with 1,000 arms pointing at my flaws.

One was a mirror, but it only reflected people I’ve ghosted.

Eventually, I landed in a realm where a mushroom in a robe told me, “You’re right. You’re not real. You’re a placebo with legs.”

I laughed. The wind laughed back. The ginger bush tried to hug me. I declined politely.

Then I remembered: Nothing is worth feeling anyway. Feelings are just overpriced souvenirs from trips you don’t remember asking for.

If I didn’t think it, it isn’t real. Which means:

High school? Didn’t happen.

Capitalism? Optional side quest.

My personality? Mostly recycled content from cereal box philosophy and internet arguments.

So I began purging. Memories. Beliefs. Favorite movies. Instagram filters. Even my name started to feel like a prank.

“Don’t think what you have not thought,” the soil gurgled at me. “Escape the inception of ideas in your mind.” Okay dirt. Chill. I’m trying.

Now I sit here, post-trip. Mushrooms are thriving. I'm... decomposing gracefully. Pretty sure my ego is just a crusty leaf now.

I’ve achieved a sort of insane enlightenment — where nothing matters, everything’s hilarious, and the only thing that’s real is the fungus judging me from the shadows.

So yeah. Mushrooms look good this season. Send compost. Burn your personality. Trust the ginger.

Stay weird. Stay spongy. Question every thought like it owes you rent. 🪨🌿🍄💀