I closed my eyes again, and something really weird began to happen. I think I had an out of body experience. In my mind, I was talking to someone else about me, as if I wasn't me... if that makes any sense. I was looking at my body and talking to another person about "Jane Smith", but I wasn't "Jane Smith". It was weird. It was then that I realized that my body doesn't matter. The part of me who was talking to someone else is *me*. My body is secondary. My mind is who I am.

This is fascinating, looking back.  I am the person who wrote this trip report so long ago.  I have since realized that I am, in fact, male, and have undergone medical transition to correct my body.  It's amazing how mushrooms can offer a window into the subconscious, and how we can know more about ourselves while on a trip than while sober.