Let’s think through this one, now, because I’ve heard it said, okay? Heard it said, that is to say, from a third source—you get the point—what mushrooms feel like.

I’m not going to pretend to get any terms right. Because my experience with it is as the most lay of lay men. That is to say, I never studied it beyond itself, or maybe it’s more accurate to say of the experience that it imparts upon one. The being from which one departs.

Which is to say I don’t know the terms. But this isn’t about the terms, I don’t think—ignorance completely pleaded.

So that I may continue:

There are certain similarities one repeatedly hears. Something like bliss—I’m of the opinion that if it were literal bliss, we would literally explode. But, as I said, I’m of the opinion. Everyone please share your opinion on my opinion, but I’m not debating because that’s not what this is about.

You feel a, deep—my vocabulary!—profundity. A harrowing. Urgency, you understand, longing; wishing you could impart this sense, of…? Awareness of an existence in which suffering did not exist. And you felt like you could calm anyone, and convey to them this knowledge that you feel. It is your entire feeling. It’s bliss-lite. You really feel like you’ve learned something that was blocked from you. To reach the level that mushrooms take you, organically? I won’t say it’s impossible; and I’d wrongfully be criticized as a gatekeeper, I assure you, because

People talk of dark experiences, too. Overeager doses are a surefire way to see surfaces melt in unpleasant ways—think of the early days of AI skin, how it moved and pulsed in low volumes. The similarity, I invite you to look for yourself, is really something. But the tech bros don’t hide from us that they’re on all sorts of things, and likewise borderline revere hallucinogens. Still, it’s surprising how close the similarity is.

–But worse are the real bodily sensations that are actively fighting your deteriorating senses. It’s not a literal deterioration, but at that moment, one is in a negative mental state, in which one continues to think in terms of the “real” world. But by real world—you see how things become about terms, for God’s sake!—I mean simply the one to which our senses are most accustomed. The mushroom makes the world look different and it’s best not to argue with it.

What else? It’s a tiring experience—good tired, but goddamn does it not feel good to get in bed. Full body sensations, friction and textures against skin, against skin, against sheets; obviously, everything’s heightened.

But actually it just feels good to lay down.

And of course intake intervals differ, but for some, once a year is fine. Because the right attitude to have towards it is to respect it and to respect yourself. Either one’s lacking, you’ll know it. The mushroom will bring it out.

No doubt we could add to this from what everyone has heard from everyone else, just as I have.

We must think through this one now. For those who have sought out mushrooms, and let’s stick to the good trips, there must have been at least one unifying calm. And warmth. The only correct response is to cry. So you cry for everyone you know. And your tears are warm, too. And that makes you happier.

And if you take the mushroom with someone else, and they’re crying tears of happiness with you, that is a singular experience. Perhaps you don’t need mushrooms to meaningfully recreate this feeling, but with mushrooms, the feeling is prolonged, and is welcomed for being prolonged.

By no means, by any means, I merely ask, someone who hasn’t sought out mushrooms will be given it for treatment. Remember, I’ve confessed my ignorance—”but that doesn’t give you the right!”—the retort might be, but what have I said this is about this entire time?

Let’s think through this one:

Because you really should have stopped reading by now. Completely, ignorance confessed, this is not the place for you to tell me about some treatment that really helped you, like—this, none of this is informational. Like I said from the beginning, this is just what I heard, like about the experiences or the laws, or whatever; you just have to hope everyone has a good experience. I suppose microdosing is possible but we’ve unfortunately structured our civilization around not-this—not-this reality that means nothing to the mushroom.

Imagine working under a mushroom’s influence!

Again, dear Reader! Ignorance! Who wants to work under a mushroom’s influence? But that’s what worries me. Maybe that’s how it gets used. The feelings clash against two experiences: the mundane—the unbearably trivial; and the appreciation for existence, the self-evident greatness of existence. So it seems like the right view to have, among those who share the vision, is: we hope people don’t degrade their own existences.

A prescription? To be taken alone? One hopes the patient can speak about their experience.

But, again, none of this is meant to stop anyone from advancing anything. It’s merely to raise awareness, by raising the, I believe, uncontroversial point that we merely think this one through. Because society is about to be changed by the introduction that is sure to be marketed as a cure-all; the commodification of revelation, but corrupted, of course, by commercialism. Such that previously trivial products come back into your periphery, because a real mushroom of course would push them away.

Because you might think, this Mushrodixil, or whatever, brought me here to this cosmological state. Maybe I make myself a drink. What brand is that label? This goes well with Mushrodixil.

Oh, there will be benefit, no doubt—remember: Ignorance!—but the point has to be made:

There could be bad experiences. And more people than otherwise would, would face them alone. We could, of course, zoom out and say that people face bad experiences alone plenty of times, but we’re talking about a bad experience in what is quite literally another plane of existence. You cannot be You, and stay You in this other plane. In this other plane, You become another You, a variation rather than a duplication, and that can be a tough concept to accept.

But no—I said this wouldn’t get too dark. And it was getting dark, so. But you hear great things. It’s no joke, the feeling I’ve heard, like that bliss-lite you hear about? Because if it were the whole bliss, for sure your ass would explode—ha! That only makes sense.