This past weekend I visited a very very generous friend whom raises his own cows and was gracious enough to pick some shrooms for me. This is where my path to enlightenment and self discovery (or should I say self reuniting) began. I spent my early (pre) teen years (12-14) tripping on mushrooms and discovering worlds I never imagined which proudly made me who I am today. I tried mushrooms before I even smoked my first joint or cigarette or even took my first sip of alcohol. These memories have always meant a lot to me because they remind me of valuable (and hilarious) time I spent with my father (whom knew exactly what I was up to) and my step mother (both whom are no longer with me). I cannot describe how excited I was to be able to experience mushrooms once again. Needless to say my trip was more than magical and very emotional (in a good way). I felt like I had returned home and my inner child (That seemed to have faded away after my father passed) was once more alive and happy. I found that I had become a very negative and sour person as grief and regret ate away at me. I realized that life will unfold as it should and I should just accept what is given to me and make it into something amazing. That wasting my time being miserable is getting me nowhere except killing me slowly. I feel so much more alive now... so refreshed... awakened... enlightened... HAPPY! All of which I have not felt in a LONG time.
I'm happy for ya. I can't wait to trip for my second time..I feel like I need to put some emotional disturbances to rest.
LOL Picture my boyfriend took of me after coloring my face with highlighters. Don't even remember him taking this pic. I look like an ICP reject.
Wow, what a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing. I have had similar feelings of telling myself to stop wasting time sulking or being mad. It's just a waste.
Great story. Great pic. I think of mushroom trips as a "recharge" on life. It makes me check in with my inner energy, helps me connect with the energy of others, and makes me appreciate life so much more. People ask me what shrooms are like, and the best thing I can tell them is "empathy."
Fucking awesome. I can't tell you how much I identify with that. I lost my father when I was 6 and I cling on to the few vague momeries I have of him. I used to sulk and shat not until I realized that he is a part of me and he never left me. Literally.
The beauty of mushrooms in it's rawest form. I'm glad you've connected so well with the universe through such a substance .
