so hey guys, folks that have been around a while may know me, or not, but newbs prob don't know me at all...
regardless, i'ma step out of the game for a while. i have a story to tell though, to newbs or not.
so far this summer alone i've harvested 13oz dry. Doc's hybrid tub forever and always. but my message is bigger than any harvest ever propagated.
i've been in the reefer game for a long time. its a fine business with a lot a pros and a lot of cons. when i got into mush cult, it was for me. 3 years later, and well, before i knew it, i was doing work (grain prep, sub prep, harvesting, drying) just to make my next flush. shit was awesome for a very long time. but then things happened... and this is my story...
i lost the love.
these are my babies and people are getting them that have no love and no understanding. then, they are giving them to people that have no idea. even more, who ever eats them may have no idea what they are in for. my little buddies may be destroying someones' experiences, and there is no way for me to stop it, other than to stop.
and what does it come down to? money = work i can't stand it.
i don't love it anymore- soaking grains and prepping for tomorrow boiling grains, filling the kitchen with that smell prepping jars, cutting off excess tyvek waiting for the pc to heat up waiting for the microwave timer to go off after 90 minutes doing g2g transfers, holding my breath the whole time mixing coir and verm in a bucket, never being able to completely wash away all the shiney particles making a tub, then waiting a month watching for knots, then unwrapping at the EXACT right time waiting 2 weeks taking prints from the monsters harvesting for 45 minutes drying... then, what.
i lost it because of myself. no one else lost it for me. i am so smart and experienced now it's disgusting. i've seen the biggest flushes and the most colorful contams. i've seen LCs go so bad that they grow up through the filter. i've seen agar so over grown that they fruit in the dish. i've seen mutants split into fourths, aborts by the hundreds, primrose (my personal favorite), and mean green so often it might as well be my room mate.
through all that, somewhere, i lost it. i don't hate it- its shown me everything, but i'm done with it. i don't want to upgrade my equipment. i don't want to get new syringes. i don't want to trade for new strains. i don't want to explore. i haven't seen it all, but i don't want to see any more.
so, i guess, to whoever reads this, mush cult is a lot like being a musician- do the same thing too much and you'll begin to hate the whole thing even though you've only touched the tip of the berg. mycology will always have a stronghold on my heartstrings, but i have to step away from it to rediscover it as if i never knew it to begin with.
anywho, it's gonna be a while. i'll be back though, pinky promise. see you guys on the flip.
yked.
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Mo MONEY FO ME.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAH NUGGA........
Lol jk, yeah most people don't know what the hell they are getting into the first time they eat psychs, but then they learn. You can't just look at the picture when only a few strokes have been made and decide what the outcome is.
People grow, and learn and eventually understand what the purpose of the mushrooms are.
Enlightenment doesn't start from a pre existing light, it's starts in the dark.
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