“It is better to travel well than to arrive.”
— Buddha
You can use a psychedelic drug for several reasons; for healing, for epiphanies, for fun, for initiation, or any other reason you can think of.
Or you can just do it because.
And then enjoy the journey as it happens, not for where it takes you…
A great guide to take on your journey is The Psychedelic Trip Journal — filled with lots of both fun & healthy integrative activities.
“I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.”
— Walt Whitman
The people you choose to trip with WILL have an impact on your experience.
It’s important to consider the people you choose to trip with.
I don’t have much to add to this.
Choose people you like to be with.
It’s as simple as that.
“We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together.”
—Terence McKenna
Psilocybin mushrooms is really a journey toward your self.
It’s a journey you take only if you truly want to know who you are.
It’s a journey beyond and within the mask of our egos we all wear so fittingly.
It’s a journey to your Soul.
The Atman.
Your real self.
How do you like the vocal sound in this one? (when episode begins around 1 minute) Trying something new. Let me know via in the comments or via instagram DM @psilocybinstories. Thanks!
Learn how journaling can be used for therapeutic purposes as well as for making sense of your psilocybin experiences!
(P.S. here is THE PSYCHEDELIC TRIP JOURNAL)
Below is Alfredo Avalos III’s reflection on his psychedelic experience.
All good, but I bolded some of my favorite sentences!
Enjoy.
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You know a trip is just like any other physical trip you take.
Whether it’s the beach, a cruise, or shrooming in your backyard with a few friends. The trip will always be what lies within your own mind & soul. Whatever that may contain. Whether good or bad remains lingering, be certain of all contents in your carry-on. Cause any baggage you must bring, will be what is worn and on display during your stay. If you bring a nervousness or a worrisome mind, buckle up and wish you had left them all behind.
You can deny yourself of the hurt in your mind, but when you’re shrooming, you will start to respect why you and all emotions need to coexist in smiles & cries. We neglect them as we hide, but they’ve been the essence from inside that leads our compass to determine which thoughts are to be left behind in life and which are to hold tight as we carry on for lighter life.
These thoughts & feelings are the driving force that fuels the entire course of the trip, so if you’ve forgotten your respects at home, you’re in for a bumpy ride.
Don’t deny the driver of its sight, especially when it’s also the decider of what is right in your mind. It will see you for all that you are. For whatever is lacking, will more than likely, be confronted in your journey.
Even A bad trip has its good moments. At the very least, you get a humbling story that reminds you to laugh at yourself when you’ve made mistakes.
Your friends will be sure to remind & enforce it whenever possible.
Decide for yourself as to why You needed to go on both rides a second time. That ride that you never thought was for you, was actually what was missing, & all that you needed most.
There’s beauty in those trips, and never was I the same person that had first approached-stumbling, without sight, thinking he knew how to make the best of his life..Maybe you’ll get it someday.
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I enjoyed Alfredo’s reflection & hope you did too!
Check out Alfredo’s Instagram here & Stay Shroomin’ friends.
One of the times I shroomed away, I had a terrible feeling of nauseous. Very common yes, but this time I felt like it was coming out and that I was gonna throw up, although nothing seemed to get past my throat.
The feeling got uneasier by the second and I didn’t know what to do so I decided to eat a chocolate with pistachio. Stupid decision.
The dryness of my mouth didn’t suit the pistachio pieces and as I gasped for air, some pieces went inside and for a few seconds(which felt like eternity) it blocked my air passage. That was horrible!
I was gasping for air almost thinking I’m gonna die. Time was too stretched. I panicked.
I’ve always had this phobia of having something stuck in my wind pipe, and then the shroom took me in my throat. It took me to the place where the pistachio was stuck, down my tonsils and in my lungs.
I felt like I was in the brink of death, any moment and I won’t be able to breathe. I was alone but somehow as I felt like I was dying, I pushed deep from my lungs where I was hallucinating.
It pushed out the pistachio piece and made me realize that even at the brink of death, we always want to live and we will give in our last energy to that. And I did.
That trip went rather bizarre. But that journey deep into my own body was something I never experienced before. It eradicated a lot of my phobia. I realized I’m not gonna die from something stuck in my wind pipe. And the fact that I’m scared of it makes it self-fulfilling sometimes.
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This post was written by Chand, @psychedelistan on instagram. Thank you for sharing!
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