Lessons in Self-Care From 2 Grams of Psilocybin
There’s a “there” there.
The clouded horizon grew vivid. My breathing deepened. The stream of thoughts faded until only awareness remained. I had come up.
45 minutes earlier, I’d eaten 2 grams of psilocybin mushrooms, commonly termed magic.
I’ve tripped before, but this time was different. No visuals. The sky, though bright and beautiful, refused to form its usual geometric patterns.
The world was crisp, and my mind felt unlike itself. It didn’t feel like anything at all. I was simply aware. More aware.
That’s weird. Awareness is supposed to be binary. It’s on or it’s off. Here, it was a matter of degree. My awareness had grown larger, somehow.
The transition was itself curious. I had just arrived but was always there. Like waking from a deep slumber.
In this state of aware awareness, I realized something. And it seemed obvious.
The brain in my head generated awareness. The interaction of its billions of neurons produced consciousness. A clear relation. No mysticism to speak of.
I felt this crisply. Yet I reasoned as much since, by ‘supercharging’ my brain with psilocybin, my awareness had become somehow more. I wouldn’t say it had enlarged. It…
