My first time on mushrooms I said to my friend I wanted to do 20-30, what I understood to be a decent dose. Chris, my future wife and I were visiting the deep countryside to see Rich and he offered the opportunity to get a little high. He brewed us the tea, and having set events in motion we headed out for a walk to watch the sunset, my future wife by my side. As we were lying down the hallucinatory waves were incredible, dissolving the boundaries between the warm autumn hillside and the golden light behind the clouds. Chris managed to ask Rich how many shrooms he put in the tea, Rich answered at least five hundred. Chris started repeating "what have you done, what have you done?" but I had no ability to help him as all of my reserves were focused on letting my anxiety go and flowing with the experience. I lost consciousness, or the ability to store memory and came to slowly with the others some minutes or hours later. We stumbled back down to the house in the gathering dusk in peace, accomplished and smoked as the high was evaporating. Then it was dinner at the local pub, ale and good friends. None of us ever blamed or chastised Rich for giving first timers a heroic dose, we'd all done other hallucinogens and knew how to roll with the punches after all; but we shared something bigger than ourselves, something we wouldn't have without his actions. He was a catalyst. It was he that later introduced me to 5MEODMT, amongst other things. Last time I heard about him he was doing falconry for Madonna.