“Newspaper taxis appear on your shore, waiting to take you away…”
– John Lennon
What does it mean to have psychedelic focus?
It means to have empowered focus. Focus that doesn’t give itself away unless it purposefully does so.
Focus that listens, but remains stable within self.
It means not letting newspapers carry your mind away like a taxi — To not give your attention to the bullshit news in the world, & to reclaim your mind.
“You’re only as young as the last time you changed your mind.”
– Tim Leary
Have you ever gotten stupid high?
I have – hundreds, probably thousands of times. If you knew me in college & even in high school, you know this is true haha.
^This was with marijuana.
Side note for the critics – I ran track in college at a division 2 school. I worked out pretty much every singe day & was in amazing shape. Exercise is definitely healthy as fuck & good for all of the body.
But yea I partied like a rockstar too.
The point is, marijuana & psychedelics help change the mind – & not in bad ways. In very beneficial ways.
They help me think critically – to see things not just from 2 different perspectives, but from many many perspectives, & I believe they can do the same for anyone.
They keep my mind open to everything life has to offer & experience.
…& remember, your interpretation of something or someone is not the real Truth. It’s most likely an opinion, super biased & probably fear-based.
The way to get beyond that limiting & destructing way of thinking is to change your mind, & one of the best ways to do this is with psychedelics & marijuana. Exercise too.
Ego.
Triggers.
Phone.
Home.
Around this time I was thinking — this feels pretty good, maybe this is what shrooms are, and this is pretty cool…
I watched a breeze swoop in, moving the grass with it, in what I thought looked harmonious. I was in awe…but soon I found that this was just the tip of the iceberg — but rather than an iceberg, I’d say a blackhole.
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30 minutes later
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We walked around the park some more, feeling breezes and watching them orchestrate the grass like it was a band. We were standing on a small grass hill around that time, which was also when I had a peak experience. Answers I had been seeking flooded into me — maybe I was the black hole? Maybe we were all blackholes?
I wasn’t thinking that^ at the time, but reflecting on it, that’s how it felt for me. Everything made sense in that moment. It was moments of deep, joyful reflections. An internal “Ohhh” about so many things—myself, people, nature, animals, societal norms and structures, time, and even about life itself.
Pretty much anything I had ever wondered or worried about, was resolved. And at that time the answers were so much more simple than I was making them to be, or worrying about.
I really believe I was experiencing unconditional love, with myself and the Universe. We weren’t separate. There was no “you” and “me,” there wasn’t even an “us,” because it was all so beyond that, beyond any words.
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One of the realizations I had during that moment, was that “time” is not actually how I previously thought it was—measured and all that(seconds, minutes, hours, days, etc). I realized that it was so much more than the measurements we’ve given it as humans. “Time” was a construct.
One way I’ve described this whole experience to others is that it’s like going back to when you were a child — there’s no labels and words for anything. It just all, is. And it’s all connected. You feel like you’re finally home, on the inside, ya know, because that’s ultimately where we’re all experiencing life from. Both the internal and external fused together.
“Psilocybin Black Hole” is an excerpt from My First Real Trip.
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