I've got a little routine, but it's nothing crazy.
My friends and I always prep some snacks beforehand- sliced oranges, pineapples, pizza, fruit juice, etc. We usually use a vitamix to pulverize the shrooms into a fruit smoothie, then down the hatch and into the rabbit hole we go.
We usually have the living room set up with a nature documentary or a series of high-resolution videos like jellyfish just floating. In the same room, we'll also put our Bluetooth speaker and some Blackmill or Phutureprimitive playlists ready.
The patio and backyard are set up with some cushions, blankets, and a small firepit (but once while I was tripping I smelled burning so I ran outside and used the hose to spray water on everything and put out the perfectly normal and safe fire haha)
So we usually start off sitting around the fire waiting for it to hit. 40 minutes in and I start to feel a chill and the edges start getting fuzzy. 20 minutes after that I am tripping balls. That is usually when I lay out staring at the stars or I go inside and close my eyes, listening to music as the geometric patterns dance and pulsate in synch with the beat.
At this point, I often enter into a state of ego death and I cannot really describe all that happens. This is where you ponder the mechanisms of reality, and you are given full access to all of the blueprints and understanding, but you can't bring anything back or even use words to describe what you're experiencing. It really is a hyper-dimensional journey, and the types of tiny ideas and themes you bring back are just the debris of much larger and incredible truths that you experience while tripping.
This usually hits me in a series of waves. It is difficult to function or really do anything when it is happening. I once spent what felt like hours spinning a pice of thread between my fingers as my mind explored infinite Mandelbrotian cathedrals. This is where the big thinking happens, where your ego dies and the difficult work is done. So this stage is pretty heavy, and we usually end up riding the waves in separate rooms, away from each other.
After we hit the peak, we always end up meandering our way to the kitchen. We're still pretty high (about 3-4 hours in) but now is euphoria. We don't say much, just smile and laugh and shake our heads and bond over the shared experience. And we always give each other a heartfelt, loving hug (no homo). It feels amazing.
This is when the music gets turned up a little. Lots of dancing and laughing. Music is incredible. We'll hit the kitchen and put the pizza in the oven, bust out the snacks. Food is incredible. You can't believe how amazing the daily joys of life are. The whole world is paradise.
At this point, I will usually take a hot shower. Needless to say, it feels incredible.
Then I reconvene with my "bros" and we'll usually put on some Terence McKenna lectures and maybe play some Mario Kart. This is when we'll usually talk about what we experienced, as much as people can after a trip like that.
That's the usual routine. I've never done anything crazy. We did take a bunch of shrooms and then went to Float lab in Venice. There were 3 of us, and Crash was kind enough to let me sit in the lobby while my friends did the deprivation tank (I've done it sober and it's not nearly as useful as drugs, imo). That night I thought I was having a heart attck, but it was just indigestion.