Listening to music is absolutely one of the best things to do while under the influence of any psychedelic. Music can bring your trip to insanely new heights, and is quite crucial to the experience, most of the time, in my humble opinion. I remember when I first starting experimenting with magic mushrooms having no idea how music sounded when tripping, and I'd usually be with a friend or two somewhere in nature 99% of the time (which is amazing, too). Music has a much deeper meaning when under the influence of a psychedelic. It's almost as though music is the voice of the universe, and it pierces your very being. I have always been a fan of classical music, learning how to play several popular classical pieces as a young boy, and why I never thought to mix classical music with magic mushroom experiments still baffles me. When the thought finally did hit me, Handel's Messiah was playing in San Francisco in just a few days, and I made the decision to ingest 1.4 grams Cyanescens an hour before the show. Not only was I going to bask in the light that is is classical music, but I was going to do it live, on mushrooms.
We drove out to the city 3 hours before the show and I was nervous, to say the least. After a delicious indulgence of Puerto Rican food in the mission district, I ate my mushrooms about an hour and 45 minutes before the show started. The come up of the experiment is always my most dreaded portion of the experience, but thankfully it didn't bother me much. It must have been all the outside stimulation I was experiencing that took my mind off the uncomfortable come up. At about 7:45 pm we took our seats and I could feel myself starting to come fully into my peak. It felt awesome. I knew that by 8, I would be past the come up and into the more euphoric part of the experience. I had timed it perfectly.
Trip fully underway, open eye visuals starting to be more prevalent, and a huge smile on my face, the Maestro made his way out to the stage and onto his platform, and the symphony hall erupted into applause. It was a direct reflection of how I felt inside. The first movement of the night started and immediately I was filled with a joy and freedom I hadn't felt in years. The violins and the cellos blended together so beautifully, and I could feel the notes being played in the depths of my soul. My hearing had been enhanced, or so it seemed and I felt that I could hear every single instrument precisely. When the choir finally stood up and added their voice to the brass and strings, again I was lifted in euphoria. With all of the members of the symphony orchestra and chorale contributing their part to the music, I closed my eyes and was catapulted out of Davies Symphony Hall. Through the cosmos I flew, the music being my starship and carrying me through the vast infinity that is our universe. I could not only hear, I could see the notes being played and sung. A beam of light through a prism they seemed; purple, yellow, and pink streams of energy accompanied me as I sailed the galaxy on my musical frigate. The music penetrated my very being, and it is a night that I will keep with me forever.
The cosmic machine awaits us all...
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