Absolutely great read!! Those hard to find words for being one with everything is so relevant and real it’s just mind blowing. I’m in the southern hemisphere in Australia, and to have that same thoughts can’t just be coincidental. Keep on the great journey mate. And thanks for sharing
Powerful testimony, my friend. Read it with keen interest. Had my heroic dose experience around the same time. I was unable to fully let go, but, even in the resistance, it was still meaningful and insightful.
But seriously, about the same time as you...2022. A friend hooked me up with a very medium sized mushroom. I was glad to have it, but I wish there had been two of them. Because if there had been, I would've taken both. Let me tell you boy howdy I'm glad that there was only one of them. I was only expecting and prepared for a friendly recreational boost, however it ended up being the dose that made me interested in eventually tackling the heroic dose. I'm still not sure what was going on with that one very medium size mushroom. Because if it didn't constitute an Heroic dose gram wise it came mighty damn close in terms of psilocybin punch. The profoundly dark indigo hue at the Apex of its tip probably should've been a red flag. but that experience was profoundly transformative. And I instinctively went down that path in a dark room with no music or other distractions. For some reason mushrooms make me weirdly sleepy, so it was a very natural instinct to just lie down and let whatever was going to happen happen. But It woke me the fuck up if you know what I mean. I was in this weird garden space, something that artist and once husband of Bjork Matthew Barney would have conceived. Very similar to his cremaster series that he did at the Guggenheim. (If you google it you will see how weird and psychedelic it is) But it was more full of flora and less full of fluorescent light as it were. So in the center of the whole thing there was a beehive, a honeycomb, about the size of a Volkswagen, and it had a sleeping purring cat inside of it. And that cat was God. and I'm an atheist LOL..I was compelled to make a few recurring whistling and sighing sounds out loud throughout the experience and there was this ONE recurring sigh that I did that was, oh my fucking God, profound release. Indescribable... Words can't even begin to touch it now, but for several months after the experience I could at least reliably rest a pinky or a thumb on it for reference as 'twere . all that left now is the memory of a memory but that's OK. Because it is a literal space that I can get back into, even if it's not the exact same space. There was also the sudden creation of a completely sober self watching my tripping self and commenting on it. And I remember it saying "I really like this guy! We should invite him over more often". That's when I fucking lost it. This love I had denied myself was just fucking wide fucking open. Such a simple declarative statement "I like this guy" And that guy was ME!!!!
So back to the present. I am currently in possession of 1/2 an ounce ( The other half being shared with two dear friends of mine who I OWE on other scores and because I'm that kind of Mensch) I've nibbled around the edges so to speak, to kind of get the lay of the land and gauge the 'punch-per gram I'm looking at, But the heroic dose awaits me in 2 weeks in an unintentionally goofy 70s retro motel room in Williamsburg va that was built before I was born (I am 60 fir reference) and that I spent many loving vacations with my family when I was a kid in the 70s. And they still have the SAME FUCKING DECOR!!!! I went back there on a whim A year ago and it was like entering a time capsule from 50 years ago, a truly transformative psychedelic experience in and of itself! So of course that is my landing pad in just a couple of weeks.
I wish there was a way that I could see the cat sleeping and purring in that honeycomb again in that weird Lovecraftian garden, But that's not the way these things transpire. Is it too much to hope that he appears in another form?
Lol
Peace
Oh oh oh! And the presence that said 'I really like this guy' ALSO said "You can invite anybody else in... Everyone is invited" So funny and sweet that I had forgot about that part until recounting this story. Thank you for the opening and opportunity friend!
Absolutely great read!! Those hard to find words for being one with everything is so relevant and real it’s just mind blowing. I’m in the southern hemisphere in Australia, and to have that same thoughts can’t just be coincidental. Keep on the great journey mate. And thanks for sharing
It's some kind of universal experience, that's for sure. Pretty powerful stuff.
Loved this. Thanks for sharing the experience.
Powerful testimony, my friend. Read it with keen interest. Had my heroic dose experience around the same time. I was unable to fully let go, but, even in the resistance, it was still meaningful and insightful.
We'll have to catch up and I would love to hear about it! Thanks for reading and commenting as always!
A buncha damn hippies is what y'all are!!!!
But seriously, about the same time as you...2022. A friend hooked me up with a very medium sized mushroom. I was glad to have it, but I wish there had been two of them. Because if there had been, I would've taken both. Let me tell you boy howdy I'm glad that there was only one of them. I was only expecting and prepared for a friendly recreational boost, however it ended up being the dose that made me interested in eventually tackling the heroic dose. I'm still not sure what was going on with that one very medium size mushroom. Because if it didn't constitute an Heroic dose gram wise it came mighty damn close in terms of psilocybin punch. The profoundly dark indigo hue at the Apex of its tip probably should've been a red flag. but that experience was profoundly transformative. And I instinctively went down that path in a dark room with no music or other distractions. For some reason mushrooms make me weirdly sleepy, so it was a very natural instinct to just lie down and let whatever was going to happen happen. But It woke me the fuck up if you know what I mean. I was in this weird garden space, something that artist and once husband of Bjork Matthew Barney would have conceived. Very similar to his cremaster series that he did at the Guggenheim. (If you google it you will see how weird and psychedelic it is) But it was more full of flora and less full of fluorescent light as it were. So in the center of the whole thing there was a beehive, a honeycomb, about the size of a Volkswagen, and it had a sleeping purring cat inside of it. And that cat was God. and I'm an atheist LOL..I was compelled to make a few recurring whistling and sighing sounds out loud throughout the experience and there was this ONE recurring sigh that I did that was, oh my fucking God, profound release. Indescribable... Words can't even begin to touch it now, but for several months after the experience I could at least reliably rest a pinky or a thumb on it for reference as 'twere . all that left now is the memory of a memory but that's OK. Because it is a literal space that I can get back into, even if it's not the exact same space. There was also the sudden creation of a completely sober self watching my tripping self and commenting on it. And I remember it saying "I really like this guy! We should invite him over more often". That's when I fucking lost it. This love I had denied myself was just fucking wide fucking open. Such a simple declarative statement "I like this guy" And that guy was ME!!!!
So back to the present. I am currently in possession of 1/2 an ounce ( The other half being shared with two dear friends of mine who I OWE on other scores and because I'm that kind of Mensch) I've nibbled around the edges so to speak, to kind of get the lay of the land and gauge the 'punch-per gram I'm looking at, But the heroic dose awaits me in 2 weeks in an unintentionally goofy 70s retro motel room in Williamsburg va that was built before I was born (I am 60 fir reference) and that I spent many loving vacations with my family when I was a kid in the 70s. And they still have the SAME FUCKING DECOR!!!! I went back there on a whim A year ago and it was like entering a time capsule from 50 years ago, a truly transformative psychedelic experience in and of itself! So of course that is my landing pad in just a couple of weeks.
I wish there was a way that I could see the cat sleeping and purring in that honeycomb again in that weird Lovecraftian garden, But that's not the way these things transpire. Is it too much to hope that he appears in another form?
Lol
Peace
Oh oh oh! And the presence that said 'I really like this guy' ALSO said "You can invite anybody else in... Everyone is invited" So funny and sweet that I had forgot about that part until recounting this story. Thank you for the opening and opportunity friend!