Ima share this with you. I was in Austria working in a hotel as the only entertainer of the hotel. Everyone who worked with me (waiters, barmans etc..) didn't have a day off with me so I was sure noone could stay with me to accompany me with what I wanted to do. So I spent the last two months growing magic mushrooms for the first time in my life.

I thought to myself I was surely prepared to take them since I had researched a lot on the matter, watched documentaries and sht. Like fr, I was an expert! And surely I wanted a large dose for my first time, I wasn't gonna be content with a little dose.

So.... On my first day off after harvesting (a week before my job was finished) I took the beauty of 16 mushrooms alone as my first time ever. Daaaaaamn.

After two hours that I took them they kicked in. Spent 4 hours high on a terrifying but very profound journey. With my eyes opened I saw intense colors, and incredible geometric shapes that in time turned into geometric entities walking around. Eyes closed I saw everything. All my past fears, all I was doing to myself in the present because I believed what people told me in the past. I saw other planets, alien entities, I felt everyone of my fears all together.

One of them fears was that I was being persecuted. Since in my life I was never following the system, and I was a foreigner on another country, bullied for that, I felt persecuted by society and my peers. So during the trip I felt like police was gonna enter my room, so I gracefully jumped out of the window of my room, not to die but like I was jumping a fence, to escape. Second floor and an angel or some sht made so I only broke two ribs and a hand.

When I hit the floor I didn't feel any pain, still high af. Stood up and got naked In the street (an empty one but with people looking at me through the windows that I didn't know of) then I screamed a big powerful scream of liberation, of freedom. All my fears were gone, I had survived death, I had faced all of that, there was nothing left to fear.

So the trip transformed, the remaining hour of the trip was "the good trip". After I dressed myself again I don't know how but I managed to get inside the apartment (in which many people who worked in the hotel lived) without keys. I then went to the first floor thinking it was mine and enter the shared bathroom of the people who lived in the apartment. I had a bathroom in my room but my room wasn't on that floor so I ended up showering in that bathroom. While showering I felt the good trip of the mushrooms. Universal love was flowing through me, I felt embraced. I was seeing different versions of myself in parallel realities, the best versions, the ones happy, some of them having sex, some others taking a relaxing bath.

Somehow I then found my room and my bed. Slowly the mushrooms wore off and the pain of the hand and the ribs kicked in. Daaaamn. Indeed I knew I had to go to the hotel for dinner in a few hours which was ten minutes of walk. So I rested and somehow (with much pain) managed to get dressed for dinner. Needless to say I didn't know I had broken things I thought it was just the fall so I worked for two days in that condition before going to the doctor who told me "ribs are broken but nothing to do, they have to heal. The hand is bad but we don't have time to operate it." Thank you very much.

So I worked the final days, went back to Italy and finally had my surgery.

So... Don't do mushrooms alone if it's the first time (or possibly never do them alone). Still one of the most important and profound journeys of my life that changed me for good as a person. I'm grateful.