curiouser and curiouser

how recreational psychoactive drugs contributed to my healing journey

I put a small handful of magic mushrooms in my mouth, chewed them and washed them down with ancient pu-erh tea served by my friend who was sharing his blanket and tea ceremony with me as we sat high up on a grassy hill looking down at one of the large tents where an ecstatic dance workshop was about to begin.

We sat and chatted and laughed as slowly the familiar waves of the mushrooms started to move around my body. I’d had these particular mushrooms before, in a quiet journey alone in my garden in Ely.

These are very sweet, gentle and peaceful ones. They make me feel feminine, like an echo of a memory of being a nymph, playing amongst the sun, moon and earth, plucking with the energetics in the atmosphere as if they are strings on a harp.

I take mushrooms, more often than not, to connect to the deeper more subtle parts of myself that don’t always want to reveal themselves at first.