This is something I wrote in another thread, but I felt that it really belongs here.
A few summers ago up in the mountains of California I came across an abandoned mine that was by a lake that I was camping at. I decided to take some mushrooms and explore it one day.
There were other things than the mine really, like some waterfalls and a lake. The easiest way to get to the mine was by taking a boat across the lake, so before I left I took IDK about 2g of cubies (I am sensitive to mushies, but not acid for some reason) and fished (trolled) at slow speed until I reached the side of the lake that the mine access was.
About half way there (sllloooowwww speed to catch fish) the water turned into an amazing reflective sheet of glass warping about to and fro, and suddenly I began to feel sick. So I reeled in the line and kicked up the gas to get there faster (which made things worse in a physical way, but more awesome in a tactile visual way) and some how docked on land.
I tied the boat up and walked through the woods to this trail bringing some snacks and a sobe to drink.
About half way from the boat to the mine entrance I began to feel an overwhelming spiritual presence so I deviated my course and climbed a rock face (probably not a good idea in general) where the sun peaked through the trees and was shining on a field of wildflowers. I sat down on the ledge, basking in the light of the sun amongst the flowers and I began to reflect on my spirituality.
I wondered out loud (obviously hallucinating or experiencing cyclical thought patterns) about my distrust in organized religion, about my anger that so many bad things could be done in the name of someone who is supposedly loving and caring, and how I wanted to believe SOMETHING was out there but I just wasn't sure.
I came to a point in the process where I was calling out, what should I do? What do I believe? Just give me a sign, anything because I need to see to believe! I was sobbing profusely at the time. I had the Sobe bottle in my hand and I smashed it against the side of the rock watching the glass fall majestically to the ground bouncing off of rocks and twigs.
How many of you drink sobe and enjoy the little sayings on the inside of the caps?
Still holding the neck of the bottle in my hand, I remembered that I hadn't had the presence of mind to look to see what the cap said. I turned the broken glass end of the bottle towards me so I could read the cap.
The cap said "Trust In Me"
Suddenly I was awash in a sense of amazement and wonder. Could a higher power really spoken to me in a state of mind that others consider a sinful waste of an experience? What were the odds that that particular cap would be on that particular Sobe bottle that I was going to take with me that day?
I felt that an answer had been given to me with the most distinct wording possible in a way that even reflecting after the experience on the probabilities such an event would take place that it was probably on such a small scale that it had to be more than mere coincidence. Yet that is not all..
Feeling uncomfortable after this event I climbed back down the rock and took the path that led to the mine shaft. Still reflecting on the experience in my mind I found myself in front of the entrance and the tunnel seemed like an abyss that went on and on forever. I felt a VERY negative presence emanating from the cavernous hall, and it took all I could muster to begin to walk in.
The further I walked in the more I realized that the negative presence was growing exponentially. I ventured no further than about 20 feet in before I turned around.
I sat at the mouth of the entrance for a while sensing the entities in the immediate surrounding before deciding that I would defiantly spit in the mine as it represented spitting in the face of evil in my mind.
No sooner had I done that then a wind began to pick up so I began my journey back to the boat to make sure it was still docked. On my way back I passed these tracks that the miners has used to cart debris or other stuff to be off loaded into the lake.
Suddenly from the brush a snake slithered... well slithered isn't quite the word, more like frantically whipped as fast as it could... in the opposite direction of me in a display that seemed more of a fractal than a desperate attempt to flee my presence. My mind manifested the snake as the same snake that tempted man with the original sin.
I truly felt that I was touched by a higher power that day and that representations of evil and I were like magnets of similar polarity forcing each other away from the other.
I got back into the boat and put it in high power till I navigated to the docks. I somehow managed to dock the boat and make it to my car. The rest of the trip was mundane compared to the first half. I drove around the mountains (this was FAR away from any population just FYI, I'd never do that on a city street, or even on country roads) on dirt roads reflecting on what had just happened, before making my way back to the campsite, curling up on a makeshift bed and reminiscing over loves long lost.
This is by far my most trans-formative experience. Afterward I felt completely changed, ready to accept a notion that there was a higher power, that I needed to trust only it and no one else, and that organized religion is merely the different ways people worship the same entity. It was so powerful, so moving. I can only hope that others can also have a similar experience, psychedelic or not, that will help them down their life path.
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    All your RC are belong to me.
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Very nice. I have a bad habit of dismissing such occurrences, but I haven't had a good trip in a while.
-------------------- He believed that educated people could make up their own minds. His motto, as head of one of the first and most important review panels, was great encouragement: "We're not here to play God." -DMT: The Spirit Molecule
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