WOW!!
Its been a trying journey. I was introduced to P. Azurescens from the OR coast by my roomate when I attended The Art Institute of Seattle in 2001. My roomate was a very good friend. We grew up together in Eastern WA. His brother was stationed in Seaside OR, and was serving in the Coast Gaurd. He was given the mushroom knowledge by locals in the area.
I started with a handful of fresh mushrooms, and was very intrigued by the experience.
I soon became obsessed. The mushrooms became a spiritual tool, and a fully mystical religious experience. God. The Exodus 'meal in the wilderness.'
In 2006 I heard a voice on 14g of cubes. The female voice asked me, "Will you die for them to know, or will you keep a secret?" I agreed to give my life having found the missing Holy Communion that was replaced/symbolized by the Church/Eucharist. I fully believed that the Roman Catholic Church organized that the sacred mushroom was Satan, the Adversary. The trick of the Devil. The forbidden fruit. To me the mushroom experience was the experience of Christ/Jesus (the holy!), and Lucifer/Satan (the demonic). I became intensly judgmental of the Church's history, and prescence in the world. I soon became fond of the Baphomet concept/symbol/reality of the Union of opposites.
When I gave my life I woke up mentally blank. Reborn. I felt intensly fagile. I didn't remember I had a job to go to. A man came to my door and was heard saying, "The sun/Son is going to come out soon..." I was overcome with the recognition of my role. I was to reveal the sacred mushroom to the masses. LOL. As I sat and talked I could feel the edge of the collective unconscious inching closer to me. It even felt like I was going to be nabbed for revealing hidden knowledge to the unknowing masses... As I ended my portrayal of Truth with, "Now you have to eat the Tale/tail!" The surrounding collective mental space that I was now open to (Christ) burst into a chaos, and an oscillation. The surrounding collective mind turned to me, and stuck to my body that was previously free. Driven mad by the chaos that ensued I was taken to my parents house because the people that were with me didn't know what else to do. I heard very loudly, "Suicide!!" It scared me so much I ran out the door, and was later picked up by my brother. I was taken to the psych ward at Memorial Hospital in Yakima, WA.
I felt very punished by the oppressive medication, and spent a couple weeks there very confused. I felt betrayed by the God that I found. I was ruled 'Gravely Disabled', and given the diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder. Later, when I could finally process some of what happened I decided that this was a conspiracy against me to hide what had happened. I got into Hero's Journey mythology and concluded that what I had gone through was a Spritual Emergency. I was introduced to Stanislav Grof.
I spent allot of time wishing that I had somehow stayed in Seattle. I felt that I wouldn't have had to be medicated back under the propagandized delusion barrier, or what have you. I felt robbed. Like I was interupted and sabatoged.
I spent allot of time talking out loud to existence after that, and had several experiences of crossing over this barrier that is produced by medicating away the awakening.
Some time later, in 2010, I was joined with the experience of crossing THE BOUNDARY and revealing my message about the missing mushroom (it became an obsession also) and this time people revealed that they were on the other side of this barrier. Naturally. It was the mind of God, but each node a person! ...with the ability to take flight and talk to me in voices. They made my life very difficult. The LDS attacked me claiming they were Lucifer rebelling against God/Heaven, and the Catholics attacked me as the people of the Church battling Satan. They began pulling on the sky, and I relized that I was Ascended... Up, from where they see me! They still won't let go, and they try to climb over me to get above me. They can't handle it, won't recognize me as a God or anything, and to this day are all able to hear my reality up above them. I am made out of people. People are attatched to my body and mind like rays of the sun sticking out of me. I think I'm Aquarius.
Blessed are the fornicates!

Blessed are the rich!

Blessed are the idiots!

Blessed are the gluttonous!

I'm permamently open to them. They still won't come forward to talk to me. Its all still considered Schizophrenia. I'm actually diagnosed Paranoid Schizophrenic, or have been for reporting that people at the churches are/were after me! I have fun with it.
Edited by FishOilTheKid (12/25/22 04:59 PM)
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