Author: L. Alexander

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Published: 2021-08-25

Total Pages: 182

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Copyright L. Alexander, 2021 Preface: I don't know when it began, but one day I woke up with an immense fear of death. Not the event of death itself or the likelihood of pain, but with the uncertainty of what comes after. A heavy weight of anxiety slowly followed as I fell into a loathing despair. Amidst this fear, I truly believed that I was soon going to die. Rather than acknowledging its existence, I forced my newfound feelings into the farthest corner in my mind where they slowly began to grow. Before I knew it, the seedling grew, and it took over every aspect of my life. I became thoughtless, selfish, and passively harmful to everyone and everything around me. My fear then morphed into a paranoia. When will I die? I found myself hating who I had become. Depression, a word which carries little weight to its grips, took over my soul. And so, I did what most people do, and I ignored my own cries for help. After months of dealing with this burden, I decided that I needed to change. I missed the warmth of happiness and the excitement of being truly alive. I missed feeling. I missed love. I simply, missed. - This journey began when I finally grew tired of hating who I had become. My search into psilocybin led me to both promise and skepticism. I, along with the majority of my generation, was raised on some variation of the same story which formed our current negative perceptions of certain drugs. For most, bad trip is immediately what comes to mind when thinking of psychedelic mushrooms.What seems to fall by the wayside are stories with real impact--the types of experiences which make us contemplate the inevitability of life: Mortality Afterlife Fear Love God The stories that aren't discussed are the ones that I have found to be the most profound. The stories that make people feel like they've died and then safely awaken from their trip. The stories which allow people to see the afterlife through the clouds above. The experiences where you stand face to face with god. Throughout my search, I discovered a large variety of stories and soon became addicted to their divinity. Unfortunately, I found it difficult to decipher which stories were real and authentic. I could not find the answers I was looking for. I wanted real life. I wanted digestible and relatable experiences. I wanted to read them, and I wanted to talk about them --anything that would take me deeper and fulfill my curiosity. I wanted to have real conversations about ones consciousness before, during, and after a psychedelic mushroom experience. Ultimately, I wanted to see if these mushrooms could help. I was jealous of those brave enough to alter their consciousness. In order to fulfill my curiosity, I had to experience it for myself. I had to see if I could feel transcendence. I had to see if I could experience death. I had to know if I could meet god.