Little by little

I realize the lessons of Amanita are rolling in slowly, even from my proper journey, just like with microdosing

little by little

you realize you’re become something different

you didn’t respond to that same situation in quite the same way

some part of you did, but you were standing on the outside looking in

and seeing the little kid all the way back behind it, and you just shake your head at them fondly and the power all dissolves

suddenly the power and the charge is taken out, and the thing that seemed so impossible, you can simply respond differently now

I had the coolest most empowering experience of self-healing, as my methodology is deepening

now that higher-dose Amanita is in the mix with kundalini for a fixed routine and psilocybin for raising things for raising issues or asking to see more about other medicines

but getting the IFS meditations back in rotation is crucial as well

after the other day when I was coming out of my ceremony of joy and gratitude, closing the giant ceremonial portal that opened right before solstice and continued to the 13th day of the trecena, when the portal to the ancestors was wide open, and I was exclaiming how thankful and relieved I was to have come through this dark night of the soul and reached a new level of individuation from my mom by reconnecting to that diamond, pulsing, tangible feeling of interconnection with everything through the portal of the forest, the heartbreaking love and temporary reconciliation of the holy longing, that beauty and belonging of coming home to nature and feeling the sentient presence of the elements and animals and energies and grounded spirits, when I felt I had found and embodied god again in a more profound way than I ever imagined and was ready to be a mentor for Aeden and inhabit both worlds in dual consciousness—and I slipped on that moss-covered gravestone I always tell myself to be careful on, and I landed on my leg between the two injuries that have screamed for my attention, and it was a bad one.

I went into a spiral for most of that day, but then in the evening I finally stopped resisting on principle and sat with a microdose of Amanita and talked to a good friend experienced with healing and then it just came to me, the method for approaching it. I needed to go into the experience immediately surrounding the fall and really explore what was happening in those moments, to not just look at the thought process but explode it out, like LSD time-bending capability does with distance and music, breaking things down to the smallest observable level; crawling all the way into those thoughts and moving around in them, grabbing them and rubbing them all over me, looking from every angle. I realized there were about 100 thought trains that had all rattled through my head like bullets right around it happening, even though I had only perceived one or two of them. And while I thought i was in bliss, embedded in those moments were all kinds of negative thoughts and limiting beliefs and shaming voices and stories. There was me trying to make Aeden live my unlived life, even. And by climbing all the way in and really staying with it, it all made perfect sense, and all the charge was taken out of it, leaving only compassion.

then in IFS meditation I met the little kid that wouldn’t stop talking until someone started listening becuase he was so scared of always doing the wrong thing, and his name was Timmy and he was a minitiature Kermit the Frog. Funny now that Brian wants to talk early tomorrow morning…

Then talking about it to Prash not only made me realize how cool this thing actually was I had done and how proud of myself I was, but also really credited more of that forced observer phenomenon to Amanita and made me even more in awe of her—but it also created a mutual psychedelic experience where just talking about alternate dimensions and our brains running simulations and in fact themselves only being these momentary collections of shifting experience, just vibration, and talking about neutrality and non-duality and the goal of existnence maybe being to learn to ride the roller coaster with your hands in the air, fully appreciating every high and low but not really needing any of it, or being too attached to either outcome. And the simple act of talking about all that literally altered my perception, we both said we felt like we were sitting with mushrooms, and I guess we were, but like… literally. It was so trippy. My vision completely went mushroom-pixely and hyperdefined with stark shadows, like it usually does with light psilocybin or Amanita, just a bit of a filter, a remove. It was like what used to happen with Marc only a LOT safer and totally sober, we were co-creating a psychedelic experinece just by conjuring one—I want to study this phenomenon, it was fascinating.

the more we talked about how the universe and even its seemingly most challenging experiences were fascinating and valuable and kind of the point, the trippier our sensory experience got.

the conversation tied in with what I was just reading in Richard Tarnas’ Cosmos and Psyche, talking about how if we choose all the elements of our incarnation before it happens, then really every single experience is an elegantly designed mechanism for delivering some kind of learning or experience that will help our soul awaken.

so how could we ever really say anything but “yes, thank you”?

Then there is hackney baths, the modern Aesclepion, this idea coming together, just maybe…