My Experience with Magic Mushrooms
My Experience with Magic Mushrooms
Maybe micro-dosing is the sweet spot.
We must try something else at this point.
The night before our expedition to the mountains of Merida in Venezuela, it rained profusely. Not only that, it was also a full moon. One of those you don’t forget easily.
The trek through the tropical bush wasn’t too difficult but our eyes were centered on one endeavor. Find the cows’ manure and the tiny mushrooms on top that it provides.
It didn’t take long for us to find a few. A small brown stub sticking right up like saying “Take me, take me”. So we did with the first ones we encountered.
We continued looking for more. We had no idea how many was enough or how much was too much.
We found that out too. Less is more.
By the time I swallowed my third, I was already in another reality. A universe so magically colored that it had shades I’d never seen before.
Then the world became a magical realm. The trees were speaking and the clouds were smiling.
Alice was right.
We kept on walking without any particular direction because our eyes dictated where we went. I fell into a literally out-of-this-realm dream-like consciousness and I was no longer myself. I was no longer of this world.
I discovered space in time where time was absent and gravity was just a word. I felt like I was floating in mid-air.
ONE with it all, I began conversing with the beings that I was encountering as my trek continued. The tiny ants had expressions on their faces and recounted their troubles and experiences to me as I listened attentively.
The birds were surrounding me as were the butterflies forming a majestic dance in the air.
A show for one and like no other.
Hours passed like seconds fast. We were three but we went separate ways without realizing it.
Nothing mattered. It was bliss.
The villagers that I passed on the road didn’t seem to notice me, busy and hurried with life and chores to finish before nightfall.
I ended up inside a zoo. It must have been the Merida Zoo, known for its diversity of species. From far away, this panther locked into my eyes and didn’t stray. Neither did I. She was a radiantly magnificent full-grown panther. She must have felt I was tripping because there was no other explanation for the eyes duel. I was quite a distance away but I could feel her eyes like daggers in the evening dusk. This experience, to this day, is indescribable. My best attempt would be that I felt like I was being hypnotized.
Pacing back and forth in her huge cage, she didn’t take her eyes off me and I off of hers. As I got closer, she told me about her capture and trading. She spoke of the insensitiveness of man.
She spoke of how she was separated from her mother to be sold to a keeper. And another. She told me how they kept on moving her from place to place, poking her with meds and tranquilizing darts.
She recalled how she was beaten and starved for a punishment she didn’t understand. Those only stopped when she got pregnant. They allowed her to be with her babies for just a month. Then, like thieves in the night, they stole them from her.
By the time I said goodbye I had tears rolling down my cheek.
I promised her I would come back but I failed to do so, involved in the matters of “real life”.
I often think about her and hope that she forgives me. I’m only human after all and life hardly ever works as one plans it. Much the opposite.
I learned more during that trip to Merida than in all the years I’ve been alive. I was only 19 years old.
By the time I left the zoo, I must’ve grown up 19 more.
I don’t know if magic mushrooms (psilocybin) are for everyone, but micro-dosing might be.
We need help, serious help.
We are living in a society that’s more of a trap than anything else and as a race, we are very much lost and confused. Maybe irremediably so.
Is there hope for a return to wisdom?
Let’s say there is.
Mentally speaking, so many people are suffering daily and consistently. Obviously, the meds that are being given to the ailing ones are not working and in the majority of the cases, are making matters worse.
Unfortunately, most doctors don’t promote healthy living and have chosen the pill-pushing path. They know their patients are suffering but they claim their hands are tied.
They claim they have to follow the status quo and its protocols. Many of them enrich themselves with the suffering of others.
Maybe it’s time we do things for ourselves and try alternative ways. Maybe it’s time to free ourselves from the medical oppression of the useless kind.
Maybe it’s time to be healthy and free.
Holistic medicine, alternative fasting, right diets, and alternative treatments at the bio-molecular level and the ideas proposed by the genius of Dr. Mehmet Yildiz, among others in his field.
And last but not least, Microdosing might also be one of those ways.
Lest we forget.
One thing is true, I had a monumental experience and came out better on the other side of it.
Alice was definitely right.
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Forget the mushrooms. Shamanism or really visioning will do the same thing.