What I Learned From The Universe After Taking Mushrooms

2020

My friend described the mushroom tea as umami and she was spot on. Within ten minutes I was acutely aware of the material of my shirt and the muscles in my face as I talked. Low-level anxiety crept in as I zoomed in feeling each individual tooth’s placement in my mouth.

We had chosen our local waterhole to take the golden teacher in (a strand of psychedelic mushrooms). The space was familiar with paths already wired into my brain. I noticed that my body was moving strangely, almost as if my muscles had forgotten their trusted system. My friend asked if we were noticing how vibrant and green everything was, wondering if it was from the recent rain. I wondered that myself. When we got closer to the water, the scenery came alive. Everything was presented in a vibrant HDR, a depth I’d never seen before.  I was in a fantasy world, a willy-wonker-esque movie, where a set designer had dressed the familiar space with a surreal and magical overlay.

As we trekked through the forest, time slowed, and distance expanded – everything felt grander than my previous awareness of the space. I started to single in on colours and textures, overcome with a desire to be still to soak everything in. I saw my friend, in the water, on the other side and thought about how amazing it would be to submerge myself. I dipped in and out of the water, a little too cold to stay in for long. A tiny piece of moss on the opposite bank emitted a rainbow across the water.

As I was toweling down, I started to look further into the forest and saw a clear pathway among the untouched forest. It was here a female voice started to talk to me, telling me to follow the path. I use the word ‘nature’ to describe the origin of the voice but I’m still unsure. The path started to ascend and I was shown where to place each foot by glowing roots at the same time gasping with excited amazement of everything that was unfolding before me. Each foothold was surrounded by larger roots encased by tiny white ones. I was barefoot but the white roots were soft to land upon – everything was so soft. I followed the directives up the path and was asked to sit down on a moss-covered rock – I was told they had been waiting for me.

“We’re so happy you are here, we’ve been waiting for you and we have a message to give you”. I’d never experienced this feeling of love before in my body. My normal response to the unknown is fear. I acknowledge my fear several times but was always guided back to a feeling of being supported and cared for. I was told to lay back and look up at a specific tree. I did and it’s here I saw transparent levels of planes with a viscosity thicker than air and a thin almost transparent line to deviate one level from the next. There were around 6 levels that spanned the length of the tree trunk. I got fixated on level 3 but the tree told me not to. He spoke with a masculine voice and when I asked about gender (I asked a lot of random questions!) I was told not to get fixated on identities. I flashed from being in my earthly body to looking up, lost in the planes. I could see the sky peeking through the canopy and the tree branches repeating themselves.

I couldn’t quite believe what was happening to me. My body would go through moments of shaking/vibrating and being taken out of the calm and then instantly soothed and reassured. A dead branch was holding my right arm. I looked over and said “that’s just a dead branch”, aware of how illogical and silly everything seemed. I then felt the branch come alive over my skin, holding my hand as I was reassured that everything was taken care of. I was in a constant state of disbelief, and wonderment.

As I was laying down looking up at the planes, I was told the following.

WHAT I LEARNED FROM NATURE

The message that they’d been waiting to tell me and wanting me to pass on was that when we die we exist in these planes and even though they appeared so clearly now, they always exist and anyone can access them, at any time. The tree told me that the planes and the knowledge of accessing them is the bigger picture that nature is here to help us connect to these planes.

I asked how?

You can just sit under a tree

What about people in office blocks?

They can access it too

I remember talking out loud. I was trying to communicate that it was a lot to take in and also express my gratitude. There was no one immediately around but I was acutely aware that talking out loud to a tree is a strange event. I asked the tree how I would remember where it was located, I was saying to myself “two trees back from the stone” trying to repeat the arduous description in my head. The tree said I just needed to look for the cloud on his bark. Cloud bark tree.

I was asking many questions to make sense of everything. I felt this nervous/manic excitement from my body, I wanted to write down everything, worried I would forget. I had amazing visions of my friends up in the planes and I got a small glimpse into the idea of past, present, and future (a looping self) but I wasn’t completely able to grasp it. I was told further messages and explanations were there for next time.

Returning to 3-D

When I was lying under the tree I had some melancholy of the experience ending. I was guided through the steps of how I would slowly fade back into my 3D body and told it would all be okay.

My body was filled with so much gratitude for getting to experience the beauty and the message. I was told me that my Dad’s death (the previous year) meant I could access the planes – his death opened the knowledge in myself that the connection between planes was possible. In this state, it was also incredibly easy to communicate with my Dad (similar to when he first passed away) and for the first time in my life, I could communicate with other past relatives. When I walked back out of the forest, the roots where the footholds once lit up, were no longer glowing.

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