Psychedelic Journey: Connection and Wisdom Found in NYC

Cheers! To being human! To being free, dead or alive. From the moment I consumed the magic I could feel the difference. It’s so subtle, it’s like feeling the weight of an extra hair on my scalp. Every breath, every look, every gesture is chaotic, fate-altering, reality-shifting. I can see the people around me. But I can’t. To them, my life is just as mundane, as ordinary as theirs. Who would guess that what I type is about them? suddenly, everything is still… and it’s moving again Like a train… is it coming? Ope I’m going the wrong way Ok, on the right side of the subway now I could feel my siblings in there… (el museo de arte (NYC)) The projector made way for someone else (it’s reactive to the people) . I was sitting in the corner, so a glitch makes sense, but even so, the digital was real. I called it fake at the start, but the feelings it made were real so it too must be. My imagination made way for something new this morning. I can’t believe I’ve never thought of it, or if I did I soon forgot it, but I think my brother James, and my sister Nicole have been with me this whole time. Maybe not this whole time… they’ve probably got their own spiritual lives to attend to. But I want to feel their presence. Maybe they’ve helped shift my reality as well. Helped me see the beauty that I do. They can see! My god! I’m not alone but one step closer to God? In a way? It’s weird. Words are definitely weird. But I feel it. And you get it. Thank you I called Kamron. Our worlds glided by each other for a moment. He said he’s doing better and that he was going to see Ariana in a few. He told me I must have a high tolerance for the magic, as the visuals weren’t super apparent, but I was gettin in my feels. Upon saying goodbye, sort of as a joke, he told me to go find and talk to the hobos in the forest. Fast forward to me walking through Central Park… A hobo, sitting just right atop a hill, looking over the snakes and swans below, caught my eye. My walk slowed until I came to a full stop. I took a moment to observe the man, but i eventually sondered up to him, asked if I could sit, and offered him a churro. He then asked, do you smoke herb? The experience that proceeded was beautiful beyond words. Dominick, who appeared to be homeless, spoke wisdom and I listened. We talked of the wars beyond, the rumors and the lies of brothers, growing old, which he now was, being young, which i am now, working, grinding, welding (which we relate on), reading, learning, giving. He said that he had learned from a young age, the more you give, the more you receive. “One does not plant corn and expect beans to sprout!” He pointed around the park, which was easy from our vantage point, and told me stories and insights about the land before my eyes. I asked about a book that lay beneath one of his bags, the title read: the path to letting go. He sent me on my way, happy saint paddies day, feeling touched and lifted. “Look out for demons!” I looked and witnessed the lives of the strangers around. The words Dominick spoke of them birthed before my eyes. I laughed. And then I cried. Feeling blanketed by warm Mary Jane green and mushroom feeling, looking up at beautiful art, raw architecture, listening to an old man play a sad song on a violin, walking past people of diverse colors, toungues, postures, fuels, loves. I found the nearest bench, tucked my head and cried. I felt my siblings holding me there, melting with the world, swirling with its constant change, becoming one with its inherent intricacy. Happy 4:20! I open my eyes to find, my drawing I made for a friend gone! I suddenly retraced my steps, tears swept away by the wind. I reclaimed the possession quickly and thankfully. I found my walk again, this time holding my head high with protectiveness and grief from love. My face collapsed with emotion, letting out a sudden burst of sob. Within that single moment, I stiffened with composure and calm, gently wiping the tear with the painted nail of my index finger. The thoughts that proceeded were the beginning of a new chapter. I reconciled with my recent risky choices. Those being introducing myself to a gnarly looking fellow and taking his offer of a smoke. But keeping in mind the experience that followed, and is still currently underway. I decided I want to behave smarter, that I wanted to lift myself so that I may lift others. I am going to do more than find the path of least resistance, like these miserable dog walkers beside me. I am going to forge a new path, create a new canyon of depth, wisdom, and ability within me. I also hope that my river might collide with another’s. A woman of cosmic radiance, and of magnifying light. I admitted the judgement I would receive from family, if I ever informed them of this side quest, and realized that despite being the baby of the family, and despite having mad respect for them, I carry personal, magic and insight that they never will. I vowed to never doubt my love. And practiced saying it to others. The next day I shared this experience with my eldest sister Cassandra. She is adventurous like I, and I knew she would listen. She celebrates my experience, but of course advocates for my safety and caution, especially when interacting with strangers in strange places.

The user describes a profound psychedelic experience initiated by consuming psilocybin, leading to altered perceptions of reality, self, and connection. Key moments include a transcendent experience at an art installation, an insightful conversation with a homeless man named Dominick in Central Park about life, giving, and learning, and a profound emotional release, all culminating in a new resolve to forge a path of wisdom and connection, which they later shared with their sister.

Thank you for sharing! 🍄 had changed my life and the perspective of it. Forever grateful. I am sooo due for another trip!!