I Love Mushrooms

Mushrooms are my favorite thing in the whole wide world.

I want to fully credit Terence Mckenna for turning me onto the psilocybin experience.

And I also want to fully credit Alan Watts for being a beacon of illuminating wisdom to shine my way through these deep psilocybinetic trips, or experiences I consider nothing short of real religious epiphanies; timeless lapses of the eternal realization I Am.

I am so so so grateful for the internet and for these beings that magically existed.

Without them to guide my intellectual development, and without these psychedelic experiences, I as I am Now would not be. I have never been so inspired, so in love on a mental level with the genius of these two individuals. Their contributions to humankind will echo forever at least in me for the rest of my life.

There are no bad trips, only challenging experience. The truth is you are much stronger than you think you are, and that's why I believe you don't really know who you are or what your soul is made of until you've had heavy mushroom trips, to find out just what you can stand, and to discover that you can stand it all, you can overcome anything. Because in a trip you cannot escape, you are forced to confront yourself, to realize it's an illusion this self you have created, to let it go, to transcend fear by looking directly into its eyes dissolving the night of your unconscious hell by the light of your conscious awakening mind. This is the practice, the quest, the art and science of the psychedelic voyager. There is no time but the present. The longer you wait to see it, the never you'll actually see it, because it is truly you that chooses not to see when it is always contained in the present the actualizable possibility that you could simply decide to do so. So you don't want to see, and that's when one realizes nobody wants to remember they are God, because in the beginning of no-beginning who were you? who am i now? it's all implied in this present experience Now. Panta rhei (Heraclitus), "everything flows".

The ego, an illusion, a hallucination, the game of little self, is entirely the point. God got lost in you. Ergo, ego.

You are the great Self that has given emergent rise to all manner of formal patterning of matter and time and energy. And for that reason have given up Infinity for the Limited.

The 'limited finite' implies the Infinite. A border or boundary does not contain space, but defines it, gives space an edge, like crystals precipitating out of a fluid medium. And so similarly you right now are shining instantaneously out of space, the void, the Great Nothing. The edge gives definition to the texture of infinity. The 'little self' as ego gives definition to, and poses as counterpoint or necessary contrast to, the vastness, infinity, and immortality of the true Self.

The eternal is the temporal. The boundary of difference is coterminous with the boundary of unity.

That is the Real Self.

As Alan Watts said, "are you breathing It, or is It breathing you?"

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