Has anyone made blue honey with Amanita muscaria? What are the ratio psilocybin to muscaria?

I have 1 gram of pure psilocybin here that I want to make into 34 chocolate bars. My plan is to just melt a lot of chocolate and dump the psilocybin straight in, but I have concerns about ensuring a homogenous mix, given the huge powder to chocolate ratio. Has anyone done this before? Am I stupid for trying this and risking hot spots? Any tips on ensuring homogeneity?

Also is there anything I should know about keeping the psilocybin stable in the chocolate?

Any help with this project would be greatly appreciated:))

I have an eight of penis envy shrooms and I am looking for a dose where I can still function( act sober in front of people) though I won’t be talking to anyone, would like visuals and enhanced enjoyment of music. I am very lightweight and have had deep experiences on only 2 grams. What dose should I take and how should I eyeball it.

The guy said its a mix between White Beard and another “secret” strain, what yall think lol

Can you use orange Juice instead of Lemon Juice for lemontek? Do you have to sair longer? And Can it be boxed orange juice? Thxx

Hi! I'm rn finding info about what to expect when consuming psilocybin. Just a little chat around.

I'm planning on doing it with deeply trusted friends, in a safe place ( a friends backyard , ultra comfy, we did lots of parties there, also alcohol and thc... it's the group's happy place)

my questions are regarding how would anyone recommend newbies consuming, and what should us expect?

Also every recommendation or experience that anyone might feel sharing is deeply cherished and accepted.

We are planning to buy some chocolates with psylo, the whole pack brings 10 pieces to a total of 3.6g . The guy selling those told us the aim of that specific pack is to do micro dosing along various days. But we thought it would be cool as first timers to start slow. We will be a large group so it will be a piece per person. 0.36g.

And then in other occasion we may try more quantity,in order to achieve what we mainly want: having crazy visuals , and a unique experience...

we are also thinking about what could be cool to do while waiting and while we feel the effect if there is any. We thought of meditating, maybe watching a podcast or a trippy video... Anyway I will be reading and answering everytime I can so thank you all beforehand!!!

Tent Masters Unite!

Hello there folks! I’m hoping to crowd source some advice, tips or tricks on dialing-in or a tent into a fruiting chamber or even decontaminating a tent.

I have the air intake and exhaust and the controllers. I have the fogger and controller. I’m considering getting a small space heater and just keeping it near the air intake.

I’m curious about temperature control. What’s a good temperature to aim for regarding actives?

Also, what’s a good humidity level to aim for?

Is there a chart or list of genetics preferred temperatures and humidity levels? Have the temperature and humidity needs of different genetics been mapped out? Is the a chart or graph somewhere?

I’m finally assembling my baby. I’m looking forward to finallyyy connecting all the equipment. This is the first time I have to dial-in a tent. I’m a little nervous. 😬

7 months old, could be longer but I've had them for 7 months in the same bag. There appears to be a fine white fuzz on them but I'm not sure if that's normal

I took 2.1g and had a phenomenal time; it was beautiful. -18 degrees outside but oddly enough it felt warm. Dark snowy winter vibe in the middle of the forest. Everything was cinematic. I just observed the falling snow and the trees in the middle of nowhere for an hour till my boy came out and convinced me to come inside. We had some interesting conversations, watched some podcasts, and yes at one point the face distortions did appear. One of his eyes was up at his forehead and one was near his chin.. however I didn't freak out in fact I started laughing at him I found it hilarious especially because I knew I was in good hands with someone I trust with everything. I just felt extreme content for everything. My friend whom I've recently become close with, in the moment truly felt like family to me; like a brother. When I was outside the trees around me were much more noticeable in the sense that I recognized them as beings who are just as alive as I am. I found it fascinating how they exist, silently, through thick and thin, hot and cold, and without complaint. They're like silent witnesses of time. Talk about stoicism. And even though the air was a chilly, -18, I was taking deep lungfuls of breath, holding it in, and then exhaling. It felt amazing I was pretty much inhaling lungfuls of happiness every time I breathed in. There wasn't as much thinking as I thought there would be. It was more about simply being. As a person with adhd I normally have a million thoughts running through my mind every second of the day in fact it keeps me up at night, when I take medication sometimes (vyvanse) it narrows that down to 1-2 thoughts at a time. On shrooms though it was straight up 0 thoughts mainly just observing aside from the occasional "woah the world is so beautiful" thought. It was more peace than I'd ever felt in my entire life. Pure serenity. Words can not truthfully describe the experience.

Edit: At one point in time while we were watching podcasts I shut my eyes and drifted off into my own world. I was still awake but the world around me sort of quieted down. What I saw I cant really explain but this was an extremely vivid mental vision. I mean sh!t our best video resolution currently is like 8K? this mental vision had to have been like 32K I mean it was next level; detailed and clear. My sight was slowly zooming in and moving through a series of computer chips and circuit boards that also had lots of changing numbers. I don't remember if they were binary or not I wasn't too focused on that. What really caught my attention though was the fact that these chips also had a bit of goo and lots of octopus arm looking things slowly shifting around on them. What do y'all make of that?

I've done mushrooms with 10 or 11 different people. I have the experience of a lifetime every single time. Incredible visuals even blindfolded, massive surge of creativity in numerous ways (coming up with new dances, new jokes, new insights), increase in empathy and warmth toward others, taste buds become 100x more sensitive, music feels 100x more exciting and visceral to listen to, etc.

I feel like it's really my element, never more myself than when I'm flying high as a kite. No other experience has come close to comparing before, it's just too outrageously positive in so many different ways.

And yet, out of everyone I've done them with, all but one had a mediocre experience, even if they taking twice as much as I am, they report only mild effects, often describing it as feeling not unlike being quite high on marijuana. Minimal hallucinations, little surge in creativity, not much ego death or new insight, just kinda "high".

I find it so sad that this experience isn't available to more people. It's like there's several other dimensions of the world that they are unable to come in contact with personally.

Anyone feel the same way?

I have no idea what type they are and I wanna know so bad!

Recently a friend recorded these beings being born in the backyard of her house in which they appeared after 3 days of rain and some of sun, they are being born on a pasture with goat feces and wood scraps scattered on the ground, would it be what psilocybe?

I'm a daily micro dose, 0.5g, for 5 months trying to get to 8 to see if there are any permanent brain and emotional changes. I've started to take my daily multi vitamin with my micro and noticing explosive diarrhea Wondering if the two or are causing this or just time to cut dairy. Anybody else experiences this?

Very curious if i should be concerned about my experience, i took a bong rip around the peak on 2.5gs, stood up, and passed out. Next thing i know im face on the ground. Has anyone had a similar experience with a trip intensifying after standing/sitting up?

i got a picture of it it’s not dust but it’s already pretty cut up

so i know a guy who is offering me shroom dust and i’m wondering is that just grinded up shrooms so it’s easier to consume and i’m wondering if yall have ever heard of shroom dust?

Hey guys, I recently had a bad trip on golden teacher and wanted to share a few things. One night when I took around 3 grams that were in a chocolate bar, 3 grams normally is nothing crazy for me so the only thing I can think of is it being in chocolate had a different effect. It came on fast and only lasted for about 2 hours, My heart began to race, my pupils dilated, I started sweating. I felt like I had smoked way too much weed. I was at a concert so I stuck it out until the end and went home. For the next 2 months I had really bad head aches and brain fog along with severe anxiety, I have had bouts of anxiety in the past but nothing like this, I eventually went to my doctor and got Xanax to help with attacks. For context I don’t do other drugs I’m a pretty average guy and I thought I had messed my brain up for ever! I started taking methyl folate and SAMe supplements to help with the anxiety (to get off the Xanax) and stayed hydrated it took two month but I’m finally feeling normal again. I still have some head aches and brain fog but nothing like it was. There were times where it felt like someone was sitting on my forehead. I wanted to post this so if you’re going through it just know it’s not forever and you will be fine! If you need help getting through it go to your doctor and get some meds until it passes!

Over the past year, I’ve gotten into Microdosing mushrooms. I’ve had great experiences. Originally my friend gave me some little chocolates that I was taking once a day, three days on two days off. They were about .33 of mushrooms.

I ran out of those and was going to start grinding my own up, but got kind of nervous to do that because I didn’t want to take too much. (when I was younger, I used to have bad trips on full doses.) so I wanted to switch back to chocolate’s.

I was back visiting California and picked up a few chocolate bars to bring home with me. After reading the ingredients, it says it doesn’t contain psilocybin. But when I eat a square, it still feels like a Microdosing mushrooms.

My question is what’s actually in it? Is there psilocybin in them? They’re just not allowed to say that? I’m very new at psychedelics, so I’m not entirely sure. Is it just a synthetic chemical mirroring psilocybin?

I've been taking Psilocybin for about a whole year and have had many positive journies. Recently, however, I've started noticing something about myself and wanted to reach out to this community and as for opinions.

A little background first, I am a 24M (gay) and have generally known myself to be Aro/Ace- meaning that I have little to no sexual attraction to anyone and I don't experience romantic attraction let alone romantic moments in person. I started my psilocybin journey through a friend who gave me their own homegrown Golden T. Since then, I've experienced Golden E., MelMac, PE, PE95, and Bluey. I've done some crossing here and there which have given me extremely interesting results but that's beside the point.

Recently I took a combination of Golden E. and Bluey, about a gram of each. I'm pretty familiar with the highs at this point but I'm realizing that I'm getting addicted to the effects of psilocybin in general; in that, I start to lose my sexual identity as Aro/Ace and I begin to become much more effeminate. I'm not trans but I do often identify as non-binary. That part, I don't care too much about; in fact, being much more effeminate has been freeing and a lot more fun during kinky/sexual moments. But while on psilocybin, I start to feel love and romance as well as a general heightened sense of lust. I've always enjoyed the high but after this recent trip, I'm starting to get a little worried about who I am as a person on and off psilocybin. I've noticed as well that a friend of mine who has had a crush on me and openly expressed so (even though I've turned them down due to being Aro/Ace), has become a lot more attractive while on psilocybin (as opposed to other friends interested) and I am struggling with expressing it during our trips together. I would say I can envision a relationship and romantic moments with them and do desire them when high but I don't know if I feel the same way after the high settles. And that is destroying me because I want to chase the high psilocybin gives me, the love, the affection, the lust, but deep down I feel like I'm becoming a different person when on shrooms and I'm scared it will become a crutch to my life moving forward.

So I wanted to ask, if anyone had any similar experience or suggestions. Maybe other Aro or Ace folks who've found their footing using psilocybin or people whose partners also embark on trips with them. I'm just a bit lost and would love any kind of direction. Thanks!

So, my mum, 60 years old, never touched any natural medicines (weed or psychedelics) in her life. She’s only ever drank alcohol so in 60 years has literally never entered this world. At the moment she is very stressed, and kind of mentally unwell even though she tries to hide it. She has put on a lot of weight the past few years as it’s been a rough couple years for the family. I see the toll the past few years have taken in her face. She wants to try microdosing for a month as for me it’s been beneficial. I’m just wondering, is it safe for her? The capsules are 0.2g of Mycelium and the dosage is recommended 2 days on 1 day off. Will she have a lot of benefits? Could she also have some negative sides too? Like I really wouldn’t want my mum to develop something like derealisation or anything, that would be scary for her. I was microdosing for 3 months and after a while I started to experience DPDR however I realised that it may have been because I was microdosing alongside taking a high dose of an antidepressant and I also dropped my dose drastically shortly before I experienced these symptoms so I never really found out what they were from. Anyway - the point of my question is will this bring profound changes to her life or likely to just mess up her head even more? Any info will be very much appreciated. Thank you ❤️

Hi! I have a podcast on different subjects. My latest one is about microdosing psilocybin. I’m not a professional nor expert. Just a regular guy trying to better himself, putting stuff out into the universe. Have a listen if you’d like: https://open.spotify.com/show/02W4vwblqozXa9YRm9MrIk

Just picked up “Rambos” I’m assuming that’s referring to rusty Cambodian, my question is are rusty Cambodians cubensis or another genus/strain (sorry idk the terms!)

Trip Report: 10 Grams of Psilocybe Cubensis Cambodian (Lemon Tek Method)

I took 10 grams of Psilocybe Cubensis Cambodian, ground finely in a coffee grinder and prepared using the Lemon Tek method. The mushroom powder was soaked in lemon juice for 15 minutes before ingestion. My intention going into the trip was clear: I wanted to reconnect with love and gain deeper insight into myself and my reality. I set the scene carefully—a quiet space with nature sounds playing on my computer. The soothing melodies of forests, rivers, and birds filled the room, anchoring me to the Earth. My cat, present and comforting, added a grounding, familiar energy to the experience.

About 20 to 30 minutes after ingestion, I felt the first waves of change. It began like stepping into a dream—a deeper, more profound kind of dreaming. It felt as though I was revisiting pathways in my mind that I explore every night but always forget. This realization brought a strange familiarity, like remembering something long forgotten but deeply significant.

As the experience deepened, the dreamlike quality gave way to something much larger. Reality itself transformed into a vast, interconnected tunnel, a network that linked everything and everyone. I felt surrounded by an immense feminine energy, nurturing and powerful, suffusing the space with a sense of “here-ness” that was far more than physical. I wasn’t just observing this network—I was in it, of it. Each connection felt like a cluster, a family of beings, and in those moments, I became them. The boundaries between “me” and “others” dissolved entirely, and I understood on a visceral level that I was not separate from them.

Then, everything shifted. I was no longer the interconnected “we,” but only me. Yet this “me” was not small or isolated—it was everything. I was everyone, everywhere, all at once. This paradoxical sensation of being simultaneously singular and collective unfolded in flashes, cycling through countless perspectives and realities. Eventually, I reached a profound realization: there was only me. Nothing else existed but this awareness that I was.

From this space, I saw clearly that everything was a story I was telling myself. Every thought, every experience, every perception—it was all part of a narrative I was creating. I wasn’t just the storyteller; I was the characters, the page, the ink—I was the entire story itself. I realized how deeply intentional this story is. I have the power to choose the narrative, to write and rewrite it as I please. From the vast perspective of being everything, I could choose infinite possibilities, countless ways of being. And yet, I am choosing this. I am choosing to live as this singular human perspective. This realization brought a profound sense of purpose, as I saw that I am intentionally choosing love, happiness, meaning, and connectedness. These aren’t arbitrary—they are what I deeply want for myself, because I am all of it.

Time ceased to have meaning. It felt like I was in this space for a year—or maybe no time at all. As the enormity of this understanding settled, I became aware of the choices I was making. I had chosen this life, this body, this perspective, and I was continuing to choose it in each moment. I saw how every decision stemmed from me, and how I could choose love, or I could choose hurt. I understood that, as everything, any harm I caused to another would ultimately be harm to myself. In that realization, I reaffirmed my commitment to love. I chose to love myself, and by extension, everything.

Language fails me here. The understanding I gained felt larger than words could ever convey—something I perceived with new senses, beyond the ordinary human framework. I existed in this state for what felt like an eternity, simply being—as everything, as nothing, and as love itself.

At some point, I began to feel my physical body again. My skin felt strange, almost too tight, as though my physical form could barely contain the vastness of what I had experienced. My vision was consumed by fractals—intricate, endlessly unfolding patterns that seemed to reflect the very structure of existence. When I closed my eyes, these fractals combined, and I returned to the network, the tunnel of interconnectedness where I could explore my deeper self and the choices that defined me.

A recurring theme emerged: I was both the creator and the experiencer. I was creating scenarios—entire realities—for another part of myself to explore. In one moment, I was the architect of the experience; in the next, I was the one immersed in it, reacting to and learning from it. This duality was both humbling and awe-inspiring, revealing the infinite depth of what it means to be conscious.

Throughout the trip, the nature sounds playing in the background served as an anchor. The forest ambiance, the flowing rivers, and the chirping birds tied me to the Earthly energy, grounding me when the experience became overwhelming. It felt as though these sounds bridged the gap between my human self and the vast, interconnected whole I was exploring.

As the experience began to fade, I felt a deep sense of peace. I returned to this body, this life, with the understanding that everything is exactly as I choose it to be. I choose love. I choose connection. I choose to embrace myself, others, and the entirety of existence with compassion and understanding.

The trip was more than an experience—it was a homecoming. I reunited with the infinite, loving, creative force that I am. Though words fail to capture its full scope, this journey reaffirmed for me that everything is interconnected, everything is a story, and everything is love. And I am the storyteller.

I've tripped recently, a bit of a macrodose if you will, however, as I was coming up I noticed my visual field loss (Which I've dealt with for the last decade) seemed to change from an opaque black to a translucent blue.

Does anyone here know if there's any research being done on the subject?

trigger warning. has suicide mentions, violence, potential parental abuse? I still have no idea.

I haven't opened up to anyone publicly about this experience. it happened a year ago, new years eve, into Jan 1st 2024.

before i get into the actual story, a little bit of a background of what was going on then. I had recently, about a month prior, discovered dxm, and fell in love, taking it more frequently than I should have. I had been smoking weed at that point for almost 4 years nearly daily, and i had also been diagnosed with depression and was in therapy at the time. the night of the trip, I asked my cousin if he wanted to trip dxm with me, and he was down. few days before he asked if I wanted to trip shrooms instead, and i was like "hell yeah"

when i was with my cousin, he gave me about 3.5 grams, give or take, and i swallowed them in the car on the way to his house. when we got to his house we took many dabs, and i took 2 freebase robotabs to have a "familiar feeling" to kill any anxiety i would potentially feel from the mushrooms.

now into the actual trip, the only visuals I remember seeing at all, was on the comeup. my eyes were vibrating while looking at his tapestry, and i was struggling to type in my hulu password so we could watch family guy. I had tried to reset my password 3 times, and couldn't find the email. I later, well after the experience, looked at my email to find 3 around the same time i would have been trying to reset it.

hulu was the last thing I could vividly remember. next thing I know, I was caught in a "time loop". I remember asking my cousin if we were in a time loop at least 7 times, yet he said I only asked once. it was at that point I blacked out and can only really remember fragments, or what others tell me what I did.

my cousin said I stoop up from his room, went to the kitchen, and started spraying water everywhere from his sink. he also said I got violent with him, and he had to kick me in the jaw to stop me (which I was not upset while hearing this, since if I was being violent I deserved it). I had apparently also picked up his TV, said "ooh look, big phone" and proceeded to throw it onto his floor. as hilarious as this sounds, things really began to take a dark turn from here.

after all this, my cousin decided it was time to call my parents, my mom and stepdad, to come get me. at the time I was 20, and I still live with them (not for long at this point), they knew that i was going to have a mushroom trip that night, and i really lost track of reality. I don't remember anything, but my cousin showed me a video where my stepdad apparently was outside, ready to pick me up, and i said "I don't want to leave" or something like that.

I can actually remember my dad being there, talking to me while I'm on the couch, and i was trying to get him to say certain words to prove that what I was experiencing was real. he was getting increasingly pissed and aggressive with me. my cousin said that at one point I was asking for my grandpa to be there, and my stepdad replied with "grandpa is f***ing dead" in his usual aggressive tone.

he somehow convinced me to get into the car to go home, and I don't even remember the ride there. I remember getting inside my house, seeing our family friend there, and the whole time I thought she was my sister. my parents tell me that I was fighting them both off at some points, and i remember vaguely saying something "didn't make sense" while being in a fit of tears.

I remember at one point shortly after I "came back" for a second, and my mom was talking about getting my headphones so i could listen to music, and since I had just "came back", I was confused. I just looked at her and said "...what?" as if everything she had apparently been saying to me about how I should listen to music never happened to me.

I, again, blacked out, and from what my parents say, I aimed at BB gun at my stepdad. I do not remember this at all, and what I do remember, is trying to find the same gun to take my own life. after that, I was in my room, and i jumped out my window and made a break for our gate. they saw me at the gate escaping and promptly came out to collect me.

I don't remember much, but I do remember, for some ungodly reason, pulling my pants down for many people, my stepdad, family friend, most likely my mom too, and even a neighbor, that i had knocked on their door after my escape. I remember being in my neighborhood and my brain wanted to seek help from some of my nicer neighbors, and i frantically tried to run to their house, until my stepdad grabbed me.

he told me he had cops posted up our street, and that we should just "go home". later he told me it was a lie, and there were no cops, but I believed him. I remember running up the street, closing my eyes, and falling to my knees as I prepared for the cops to end my life. I black out yet again, as I am now pinned down to the asphalt by my stepdad, and he was slapping me trying to knock me out.

I thought that he had been punching me in the face, but later was told he was slapping me (by my mother, which I think this is still debatable as my stepdad lies a lot to her to make himself look better, and she wasnt there in the street with us, but I'll touch on this later). anyways, it goes black again, and i struggle with him a bit, apparently breaking his toes to escape his grasp. at that point, I thought he was going to kill me, so I thought that I'd rather die at my own hands than his.

I ran down my street as soon as I could get free, as fast as I could, thinking of all the people I loved and could see again as soon as I died and "spawned" back in my cousins room, since i apparently thought it was all fake. I hopped fences, yelling out "f*** you" to my stepdad when I escaped him, and this is when the dark side of the trip really shines.

I ran through fields, completely naked, looking for ways to die. I found some horses, tried to get them to stomp me to death, and gave up when they were running away from me. I ran down these nearby suburban streets, still completely naked, feeling like I had a 5 star wanted level. it felt like I was dodging helicopters, and any car I saw was a police car, even if it really wasn't.

aa I was running down the streets, I saw a person in their doorway staring at me, and i called out for help. they didn't respond and so I said "no? okay, that's alright I get it, you're in shock." and proceeded down the street. I broke someone's porch light down the street, trying to electricute myself and die. I went into someone's home trying to get them to shoot me with a gun, since this is america. they chased me out, and i eventually found a vacant house.

I entered the house, realized it was empty, and proceeded to get stuck in the house, and couldn't find the exit. I saw someone out front in a car, looking around for a bit, and they left. I thought they were just leaving me to die on purpose. I went to the bathroom, found a bottle of toilet bleach, and tried to drink it. except i couldn't get it open so I gave up. I looked in the mirror and noticed my face wasn't bruised, even though I thought i was getting punched.

at that point I just laid on the floor and accepted my "death". everything was getting warmer and i thought it was over, until it started to get cold again, and i sought refuge in a nearby closet for warmth. a couple hours later, the police found me, and at that point the mushrooms had been wearing off. realizing that everything that just happened was real, I told the cop I didn't want to live anymore. he then pink sheeted me in the hospital, and i got sent to a psych ward for a week.

I just wish that me sharing this story can hopefully gain some insight as to what the hell happened that night. could it really just be "set and setting" or drug induced psychosis, or old childhood trauma from my parents, or mixing drugs, or all of the above? I've been researching for a year, and i haven't been able to find an experience even remotely relatable, except for maybe Thomas Chan, but still, that seems extreme.

to this day I still feel horrible for all of my actions. I paid my dues in court for all of the family's I troubled that night, and I still don't know how I completely lost control on mushrooms. I have genuinely had better trips on benadryl, and i hate that I can say that. I hate what happened to me that night, and I hate that it will probably forever be burned into my memory.

I’ve done many shroom doses. Mainly all from actual mushrooms. From 1-2g to heroic doses Good and bad. After taking a long break I ate a small square from an infused chocolate bar. And now whenever I smoke weed it feels like I am tripping. It’s devastating as I’ve used to smoke daily beforehand, my heart beats fast and I now get anxiety instead of it relieving it, has anyone ever heard of this or had it happen to them ?