Cleansing with Fungus

A few long years have gone by since I lived on the island of St. John in the caribbean. I ingested a great deal of mushrooms while I lived there, with mixed results. The first few trips were enlightening, much healing vibrations, among good company. Whether it was from the mushrooms or a certain person/place/event in my life, or a combination of all of these elements, I slipped in to a long lasting psychospiritual crisis, which subsequently ruined the first serious loving relationship of my life, and sent my physical and mental health spiraling ever downward. Fast forward to this past weekend. A friend of mine from St. John was in the area, visiting from Canada, and we spent the weekend reminiscing and getting close to the earth. Sunrise yoga, apple picking, an hour spent talking to a female preying mantis who we named Jezebel, and a hike to a bluff with an expansive view of Long Island Sound all preceded our ingestion of some delightfully crunchy psylocibyn caps and stems.

We opened the thermos of still steaming peppermint tea, we could feel each sip traveling all the way through our bodies warming our hearts and minds. Delicious.
Almost forgot about the apples we picked earlier in the day, CRUNCH, munch munch. Our senses were inundated, I never realized apples were this juicy. I was almost drowning in apple juice.
We haven't moved from our sleeping bags, perched at the bluff's edge, since we ate the fungi.
A red light is growing out of the horizon, what could it be? An explosion, a fire, a nuclear missile? At that moment, neither of us mentioned that possibility, but a few hours later we realized we had both thought it. So indicative of the times we live in.
I'm like a shovel. I DIG THE EARTH.
I roll over backwards, giggling, uninhibited flowing, feeling.
I finally get out of my sleeping bag to take a piss, aaaaaahhhhhh. I can actually feel all my negativity flowing out in its stream.
More musing about nature, ambitions, timelessness, love and sex, society's absurd rules, space, absurd things that could be made in to books or movies.
Every time I get up to piss, my body AND my spirit become so much lighter. I feel like I'm going to float away.
I'm in the heart chakra now. It's good to be with an old friend.

We both manage to fall asleep for about the last hour of pre-dawn twilight. Here come the sunday morning hikers.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to wake you up," says one of the new arrivals. "How was your night?"
"It was a hell of a show," I respond.
To which the hiker asks, "You guys ate some mushrooms huh?"
YES, we certainly did. With the help of nature's wisdom, and the reconnection with old friends, my psychospiritual crisis is in its end stage. Love is filling the abyss which I was slowly disappearing in to.

Psychedelics are the best medicine. Namaste.