Around this time last year I had a mushroom and mescaline trip. It was a (for lack of better word) a journey for me emotionally. I began to think deeply about my personal relationships and their affects on the people I know, and the community as a whole. My mind felt as though it physically widening at one point, I had a thumping headache while thinking about the reprocussions of my actions not only on myself or my community, but the entire world. I laid quietly in a patch of long grass and gazed in awe at the stars, listening to the droning of my fellow trippers, and the occasional scream and shout describing trippy visuals. And as I laid there, thinking of how all my actions had reactions my headache began to fade, and I began thinking that no matter how small I may be when compared to the earth, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe, I am not insignificant. One person, just one could make all the difference. One tiny cell, so small it can not be seen by the naked eye can be the difference between life and death. I lifted my arm and held it out straight and opened my fingers like a fan. I waved my hand back and forth and moved the stars. I clasped my fingers about the moon and pulled it closer to me and I was blinded by beautiful moonlight. I picked a small flower and spun it around infront of me, watching it twist under the power or my thoughts. I stood up and began bouncing around the old fort where we were tripping. I walked in and out of the pitch black rooms watching them light up as I entered, the lights flowing from my eyes, everything was green and black, nothing was quite as it should be. And it was at this point I realised I could do anything I wanted, anything I needed, I was everything, everyone, in one body, I was the ultimate power.
I know that everything I saw and felt that night is farfetched but the feeling of empowerment has stuck with me until this day. I feel now that I can do whatever I put my mind to and that my opinion and contribution is never insignificant.