Jinxification Day: The Afterglow

I asked to laugh when my tears fell.

I asked to be undone by the chaos.

I asked to trust the thread I’ve been pulling.

And holy, sacred hell did Jinxification Day ever deliver.

In a surprise twist, perhaps reflective of the god-like ability I’ve cultivated for navigating psychedelic experiences, I got what I needed and what I wanted.

(There’s a saying in the psychonaut world that when you dance with psilocybin—the active ingredient in magic mushrooms—you tend NOT to get the experience that you want, but the one that you need. They’re sneaky, and wise.)

I had my world rocked by truths that slipped behind my ribcage and unravelled my deepest defenses, my strongest, stoutest, longest-standing walls.

I grinned, smirked, and laughed through my tears.

And I received my crown, of clarity, of capacity.

Curiously too, the days since have been the absolute best I’ve ever felt after such an adventure. Usually there’s some degree of fatigue, headache, and a kind of foggy sluggishness that follows. After all, the amount of brain activity that goes on is immense. The emotional rollercoaster can linger too, depending what arose.

Yet for reasons I don’t understand, I woke up on Saturday after a short sleep eager to move forward, to write, to create. No headache. No emotional hangover. Barely tired.

Could be my chosen mushroom strain.

Could be how I guided myself.

Or maybe the Universe just winked.

In any case, I’ll tell you the full story soon (Friday, probably.)

For now, let’s just say:

The crown fits.

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander

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‘Twas written with love, from a wellspring of struggle and grief, intended for those who find the mainstream selling models are poisonous for their spirit.