A New Member at MycoMeditations

Hey everyone!

My name is Mike Ljubsa, and I have joined MycoMeditations as Eric’s newest partner. I wanted to make a post for all of those that follow us, or for those who may be interested in joining us on one of our retreats in the future, so that you can get to know the newest face you will be seeing at MycoMeditations.

If this is the first blog post you are reading or if you are new to our following, I think my story will give you all the insight you need to understand what these retreats can really do for people.

So first, I guess a little bit about myself. You can see me on the far right in the picture below. I am 23 years old and I grew up and currently live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Not only does MycoMeditations do awesome, life-changing work for people, but it also gives me a chance to leave the hellish winters of Canada behind for a whole week. Not a bad start.

When I was younger I was really into sports and video games.

Being the child of two immigrants from Slovenia (a small country near Italy and Croatia) I was pretty much forced into soccer, even though I would have been much better suited in something a little more physical. I seemed to have a bit of an aggressive streak when I played sports. I would get yellow-carded just about every game (in soccer a yellow-card is a penalty). Two yellow-cards in a game make a red-card and you get thrown out…this definitely happened to me more than once. This extended into high school basketball where I got fouled out of ATLEAST 50% of the games. You would think that this trait combined with being born in Canada would make for a pretty decent hockey player, right? Well, my mother thought otherwise I guess. My Dad insisted he wanted me in hockey but my mother refused. My Mom definitely treated me as her baby, way too much so. When you are the kid of Slovenian parents you rarely get a say in anything. So as a result I am one of the few Canadians who can hardly stand on skates.

Video games became an interest of mine in elementary, where my friends and I would stay up until 2 in the morning gaming at sleepovers whenever we were allowed. This hobby stayed well through high school, as I was rarely ever allowed to go to parties and stuff like that. Considering school always came rather effortlessly to me (I barely had to try to get grades in the 80’s), outside of sports, I really didn’t have much to do with my time other than game. School was the only thing my parents really cared about, and I didn’t really need to try to fulfill that, so I was very sheltered growing up. Outside of my few best friends, I was not allowed to hangout with kids that my parents did not know the parents of. I wasn’t allowed to go get slurpees after school in junior high, I was not allowed to go hangout at the mall or something in high school when I had a day off of sports. I always had to go straight home. Every social event I wanted to be at needed a full explanation of who was there, what we were doing, where we would be, etc. And even if all of this information was provided, if my Mom judgementally thought somebody was a bad influence, I wasn’t going anyways. Eventually socializing just became too tedious. It’s not that I lacked friends or anything, in fact while IN school I was really social. I was one of the “popular kids” I guess you could say, I was just nowhere to be seen outside of school. So I spent most of my time outside of school playing Oblivion, Call of Duty, or sports games.

These really were my only two hobbies looking back, which is odd because they are such completely different interests. I seem to be a person of polarities…

I was really shy as a kid, especially around strangers, however I grew up to be a little more on the obnoxious, louder side. Atleast in high school.

After high school, I attended Macewan University here in Edmonton. I completed a Bachelor’s Degree in Commerce, yet I have no real interest in basing my life around money in any way whatsoever.

I am rather easygoing, yet if somebody puts a spatula in the wrong drawer it drives me nuts.

I can make the decision to leave my Mom’s house for good in a heartbeat, yet it takes me 5 minutes to choose deodorant at the store.

And for almost my whole adult life, I tried to give off a happy, friendly demeanour (or so I have been told), however on the inside I bottled up as much sadness and rage as I could hold.

Where did this come from?

I still don’t really know all the answers to this.

All I know is that after high school ended, my life became consumed by depression. I can actually still remember the moment my mind started to spiral me into this reclusive state of consciousness that slowly just became stronger and stronger. This eventually became my new reality. I started working at this restaurant called Moxies, which is a restaurant that at the time tended to hire better looking, well-spoken, seemingly confident people. I started as a bus boy there and I remember quite early on at this job beginning to critique everything I did.

How I responded to somebody’s question..

“Did I sound stupid when I answered that?”
How I was able to make friends.. “Do these people actually like me?”
How I shared things about myself.. “Why does it feel like I can’t express my thoughts or feelings well?”

Then eventually..

“Wait, why the hell am I even thinking any of this?”
“Stop thinking about all of this stupid stuff you moron!”
“Stop thinking about thinking you idiot, can’t you see how this is starting to spiral out of control and consume you?”

I don’t fully know where this came from, just at this time in my life…I started to become obsessed with the opinions of other people and judging myself on the inside.

This just slowly became my life. This inner voice followed me everywhere I went, every person I talked to. It felt like my personality slowly started to fade away as this critic repeatedly threw uppercut after uppercut, and it was like I was becoming emptier by the month. This began when I was 18, and maybe with the few odd, slightly more positive times in between, it just became worse and worse. I managed to stumble through a degree, a 2 year relationship, all while not even feeling like myself for the vast majority of the time. I graduated at 22, and even though University was never a social experience for me, I only became more and more isolated and alone once I was done. For the first time in my life I wasn’t forced into a social element of life, and after all those years of being sheltered, not being able to explore people and socialize to my own accord and learn along the way, I was left without the most necessary skill of all…to find real, human connection. I saw atleast 8 different therapists during this time, none of which really seemed to help or give me any insight or perspectives that could aid me. I tried different medications, all of which felt like sugar pills. I could go on forever about what these times were like, but to summarize, I truly felt as if I only had 2 or 3 years left in me to fight this and find a solution.

During this time, I had tried psychedelics. The very first dose was a pretty basic experience for your first time…a ton of fun and a lot of laughter with my friends. It wasn’t until the second time where I had the experience that would eventually lead to where I am now. The second time doing mushrooms, as awesome and connecting as it was…I knew there was something more going on here. This was a tool into the human mind. How it really works…the layers of it, hidden parts, neglected parts, abused parts…and how it all plays together into your normal, everyday waking experience.

From this night on, I was fascinated about psychedelics. It became my biggest interest. I read trip reports on every night, read books, articles…it just fascinated me after the experience I had. Eventually I wanted to explore more with them, trying LSD, mushrooms, and eventually ayahuasca.

One small problem…every trip I had was a complete nightmare. I can easily say all of my most horrifying moments in life came while on psychedelics. I think most people could understand what feelings of worthlessness, emptiness, separation, or loneliness might be like. But feeling all of this while on psychedelics?

*I just sat here for five minutes thinking of words that could describe this, and I literally can’t think of any that will do it justice. A really “bad” trip is probably one of the scariest experiences a person can have.

And STILL…I was completely fascinated by them. Despite the hell they made me go through, I knew that there was some key in all of this. Why? Because of how WELL it knew me. It knew exactly what my triggers were. It knew exactly how to make me crumble into a complete wreck. It was automatically bringing me into the deepest, darkest, scariest parts of my own psyche that I was afraid to see. It was trying to show me the solution.

Eventually, despite literally fearing the psychedelic experience, I wanted to find something more. I came across MycoMeditations in August of 2017, and quickly became interested in attending. I spoke on the phone with Eric and was really comfortable talking to him, which was pretty rare for me at this time. I decided to attend the private September retreat from September 15 – 21. These dates will always be important to me because my life literally changed during this one week.

On this retreat I met Eric and Justin, two people who will always have a special place in my heart for what they were able to help me go through. Justin was there as the other guest, and the three of us and Eric’s oldest son Jacob really got along. It was a really good week where I was able to feed off of all these amazing insights and perspectives that we all got to share about psychedelics and how this whole system works. It was like a feast of psychedelic knowledge and prep work for the eventual experience. There was a real sense of brotherhood that I took from this, which helped me incredibly to become more comfortable and let the experiences to take me as deep as possible.

My first dose was very expected. I took 5 grams and sat in the chair, waiting. Eric, Justin, and I calmly spoke for awhile, then eventually we meditated. As it came on, Justin left the room so that I could have my experience. I pulled the eyeshades on and laid down on the couch. The all-familiar feelings of darkness and this evil, isolating fear began to come on. After earlier discussion with Eric, my intention for this trip was to test my strength. I wanted to be able to strongly stand face to face with my demons, and hold my own. I remember actual entities being conjured up, trying to mock me, harass me, chase me down the rabbit hole to hell where they had brought me before. I remembered Eric talking earlier in the week about how a guest from another retreat asked his demons, “Who even are you?”, and they had no answer for him, they were empty, and they had no other element than striking fear into you. I asked this same question to them, and oddly enough they suddenly seemed confused. I kept probing and eventually they started to dissolve away. After this I was able to test this with more and more parts of me that seemed fearful and I was able to realize: I can come to terms with all these different parts. They may feel scary if I let them, but they don’t need to consume me. For they are just thoughts. Just empty thoughts, like all the other crap I obsess about everyday. I don’t need to latch onto everything.

The second dose came two nights after, and this one was just strange to say the least. However, this night was much more significant for my healing. We dosed again in the evening, this time I took 7 grams. I took the capsules, pulled down my blindfold, and laid back on the couch waiting for it to come. 30 minutes go by…maybe a little bit of anxiety, which is normal. An hour now goes by, and I’m now expecting it to come…and still nothing. Just some very faint fractal patterns. I sit up and tell Eric and Justin (who are both in the room for the whole trip) that nothing is happening. Eric is a little surprised, but says to just give it more time. I lay back down and for another 20-30 minutes, nothing. Again I sit up and we all agree this is a little strange but just stay with it. You have 7 grams in you…it’s coming. I lay back down and maybe 5 minutes later, the light visuals immediately transform into me now laying on some sort of operating table in some weird, new place…with 3 robot/praying mantis-like surgeons looking down at me. One on the left, two on the right. One of them appears to be reaching into my head, and pulls out what I would describe as a circuit board that is all fragmented and torn apart. It hands the circuit board to the one behind him who chucks it aside, bringing forward a new, slick, shiny one. The next one pops it back into my head and motions with his hand, “All done with this one.” and I am shot back into blackness lying behind my blindfold.

What. The. Fu*k.

Oddly enough, this didn’t really make me freak out or wonder what the hell did I just experience. I kind of just went with it and waited to see what was next. What happened over the next hour was what I would describe as some sort of slow, hard to understand rebuild. Every couple minutes that went by, I was feeling more and more in-tune with my body, more and more like myself again. I was starting to feel the ecstasy of being alive and like myself again. This was amazing! I hadn’t felt this way in forever it felt like. And this feeling just became stronger and stronger! Eric suggested how awesome it would be to see the ocean under the moonlight right now, so we began walking. As we walked, it was like being on Earth for the first time. After years of nothing having any real appeal or meaning…everything just seemed beautiful again. Everything felt as it I remembered things as a happy kid, where the world seemed to have some sort of unexplainable life and joy to it. Out of nowhere, I broke into tears sobbing. I stopped walking and bent forward with my hands supporting me against my knees, and I cried uncontrollably. It was this beautiful feeling of conquer yet sadness for what I had actually had to endure in the previous years, and how awful this state felt the entire time. I was out of it. I was brought into an entirely different reality. It felt like I had finally moved past this phase of my life. A phase that almost killed me. It felt different than the other times in life where it felt like I was making progress or getting better. To the deepest part of my soul, I knew this one was to stay.

The third night only compounded and reinforced all of the change that occurred on the second night. We did this one right on the beach, and it was truly magical. Yet again this one was entirely different. I took 7 grams again and this one came on much faster. Justin and I did this one together with Eric watching over us and it was so awesome to finally have a full-on trip as a group. It started to hit right as the sunset faded, as darkness appeared. Stars illuminated the sky in a pattern that seemed as though it must have been designed by something greater in order to be this stunning. I closed my eyes and this one was much more visual…I went through different lands of all sorts of colors, different worlds it felt like. Everything was so joyous about this one, nothing scary at all. It felt as though I was preparing to leave to somewhere new. The trip eventually brought me up towards this huge, glowing white orb. I approached it with no fear. Which is odd, because I had read about this countless times and this is what people who have faced this seem to interpret as dying. I was brought closer to it, and as it brought me in…I hesitated and pulled back. I teetered on the edge of this orb for minutes it felt like, and eventually I let it guide me in.

What happened at this point, there really are no words. It affirmed to me the existence of something greater than life on Earth, a system that will always survive, and that we always survive. Humans are a spec of existence in something much older than time, and the biggest dimension of our life here is something that we are all ignorant of.

When it was time to leave this state, it felt like rebirth. I was coming back, and I had a say in the process of who I was to be back on this other side. The creator negotiated with me who I can become. It showed me who I authentically am, which is the most powerful thing of all to know.

I eventually became conscious again and went into this state of physical catharsis. My body was shaking as I laid on the sand, and I had no control over it. It was not scary in any way however. It was the most freeing, empowering feeling I have ever felt. I just felt sheer power running through my entire body, like I could rip a tree out of the ground or something. It was like all this new strength from the knowledge of the Universe and myself was being etched deeply into me. It was becoming a part of me for good. I had connected with where we come from and seen what it means to exist and be created.

The next day, I was on a plane back to Edmonton…to return to my regular life. It seemed odd going from this sort experience to the next day appearing as if it is just another day. Everything was new again though.

After this whole experience, combined with how interested I had always been about psychedelics…I knew this is what I needed to do. I wanted to help Eric bring this to the world. My experience is just my own, but I have experienced what psilocybin does for people…what psychedelics can do for people. I have since been down to assist with another retreat, and have seen what it does for others too. It transforms lives.

I have since become an official partner of MycoMeditations, and I will be down there for the vast majority of retreats from now on. Eric has been a great partner so far, and I and beyond excited to grow MycoMeditations into what we both know it can be.

Psilocybin changed my life. I have learned to see it as the tool that it is, and this journey is not over. There are still infinite places to explore and things to learn. By no means have I transformed into this perfect version of myself, but I have been given the strength I need to stand up again while not be my own worst enemy and to tackle the challenges that lie in my way.

Anyways…that is my story about what got me here. I look forward to waiting in triage as the praying-mantis surgeons do their job, and I’ll be waiting on the other side of any orbs that people may enter into 😉

Thank you for reading.

For the Rookie, the Pilot, and the Psychonaut.

One of the things that seems to intrigue me the most about MycoMeditations is how these retreats seem to bring together such a wide variety of people. Just the other month we had a guy from New York, who had never even smoked cannabis before, taking 6+ grams of mushrooms by the end of the retreat right next to somebody who routinely smokes DMT and has reached beyond universal/cosmic confines. How exactly do such different groups manage to come together and not interfere with each other’s experience when everyone is in such a different place? The common belief is that psilocybin only gives people what they can handle, and it shows with it all managing to work together perfectly, bringing to each person exactly what they need. So how does it work this way?

In this article I am going to try and go through what a psilocybin experience may bring for each group…

The Rookie. Somebody who’s only introduction to mind-altering substances may only be alcohol or cannabis.

The Pilot. Somebody who is comfortable with something like cannabis and has maybe tried psilocybin or other psychedelics recreationally.

The Psychonaut. Somebody who has let psychedelics show them the far ranges of consciousness and has willingly (or unwillingly) had all concepts of reality go up in flames.

Let’s begin.

The Rookie

When you haven’t done something like psilocybin, or any psychedelic in general…it is almost as if you are only capable of seeing things through our everyday worldview, which is thinking of things based on life on Earth, it’s people, environment, places, cultures, politics, etc. Your mind hasn’t really had an opportunity to expand beyond what is occurring throughout this world on a day-to-day basis to you, your family, your friends, or to anyone anywhere in the rest of the world in general. Your worldview only exists within THIS world, within THIS reality.

Wait, how does this make any sense? Isn’t reality a state of realness, meaning it is the only real thing? How things ACTUALLY exist? Of course there isn’t another way of existing than the way we exist every minute of every day for our entire lives.

Well truth be told, there is definitely more to existence than this current reality. There is an entire world invisibly interwoven within our own, every bit as real as this one. What we see on an everyday basis is existing through a filter. Our eyes only see certain ranges of light, our ears only hear certain frequencies…these are filters. There is actually an entire other filter that blocks the true connectedness of everything that exists. And it is really remarkable to discover this for the first time, because it brings to you such a strong, mind-shifting recognition that stays with you forever once you realize this.

Psychedelics are basically a key to this realization. And with this key can come a lot of stunning realizations that can change the way you see the world forever. Obviously in doing this, they are clearly strong substances…sometimes they can cause feelings of discomfort for various things personally. However, this is all a part of the puzzle I guess you could say…

The Pilot

If you have done psychedelics a couple times, maybe with friends out somewhere on a hike or at the lake, you have probably gotten a glimpse into what is explained above. There is a state of being all around us that is so awesomely connecting and inspiring, and it is incredible to have experienced this for yourself. You may have experienced a feeling of extreme connection with those around you, unlike anything you have felt before. It is a feeling that gets etched into you forever.

Or maybe you have done psychedelics, and had some experiences that were almost too much to handle. By feeling this, you may have realized that psychedelics can really play with the mind and can cause really noticeable changes in perception, and this isn’t always easy to understand or wrap your head around, and they can sometimes show you very scary things.

Why is that?

Well psychedelic literally translates to “manifest of the mind”. Which implies that parts of the mind aren’t actually always available to you.

Psychedelics can take you on a journey throughout many areas of your mind that you didn’t know existed. And this is what makes them so powerful to heal with. They can bring up thoughts, feelings, or experiences that you didn’t even know were elements of you. With this you are able to recognize and learn incredible things about yourself…whether this is through unlocking something that has been hidden away from your past, or by gaining new insights to something you were already aware of as psychedelics give you the ability to rapidly form new brain connections.

The incredible feeling of connection to the universe and to everything around you can be healing, but so can some of these uncomfortable truths about yourself. The healing can be beautiful, but it can also be very hard. Nonetheless, psychedelics give you what you need.

The Psychonaut

In a general sense, a psychonaut is somebody who explores these states of consciousness for personal and spiritual purposes. Through a ton of experience, they can slowly piece together how this all fits within itself and what it all actually means.

The psychedelic experience is never ending however, and it can continually act as a source of enrichment in people’s lives. When you become more and more comfortable maneuvering amongst these states, it eventually gives it more of a feeling of exploration…like you are willingly going on adventure where you have a general idea of what sorts of things you may like to explore, but at the same time having no idea where the hell you’re actually going to end up. You can continue to experience personal stuff if you like, or you can try to reach areas that bring you outside of yourself, where you cease to exist. This area has it’s very own zone of lessons and knowledge that you can bring back once your shattered ego slowly begins to put itself back together, providing it with new pieces of insight to add to you.

Overall, all MycoMeditations aims to do is give each person, no matter what their stage, exactly what they need to come out the other side of their psilocybin experience a better person. Whether this is exploring what it means to live in a world that seems different from the world you are used to, witnessing the beauty of cosmic connection, realizing new things about yourself, overcoming damaging experiences in your life and moving on, or questioning everything you have ever thought possible…our facilitators know that this is your exact experience and unique only to you. We are simply here to help make this process as beneficial as possible for you.

We really hope that we are able to aid in more and more of these life-changing experiences for people, and hope to see you down in Treasure Beach, Jamaica with us one day.

Another Retreat in the Books

Just a short reflection of the last week spent as a group in Jamaica on our last retreat.

It has been a couple of days since the February retreat wrapped up and I am still in amazement at some of the progress that was made for many people and the new paths that were created for them. This was only the second retreat that I helped Eric facilitate at, and each time it shows me in new ways how amazing this project is for so many reasons. I am truly gracious to be involved in this powerful process that can literally allow people to change their future forever.

This week brought people from different parts of the world (Sweden, Germany, Canada, Puerto Rico) with all sorts of ages (20’s-60’s), with all sorts of different problems. There were multiple people who came to MycoMeditations seeking help for depression, social anxiety, PTSD, dissociation, addiction, the loss of a friend, and others to just continue their growth. All of which made huge strides in moving forward with newfound lessons and directions that they know are now a part of them.

I remember sitting on the bus on the last day driving back to the airport, reflecting at how important this week was.

It is not everyday that you can say you helped somebody climb out of the dark hell that was their mind, and actually see them transform in front of your eyes. One person who joined us had shared how when he was a newborn baby, his mother had left him to cry alone in his crib with next to no human interaction for days at a time. This experience altered him for the rest of his life, as he remained in a state of trauma from the abandonment, loneliness, and separation from love.

Each night showed him what he needed for the eventual big leap. The first showed him how in the headspace mushrooms provide, it was possible that this was an experience gentle enough to not overwhelm him, yet deep enough to bring him back to this deep-rooted trauma.

On the second night we increased his dose, which brought him near the edge of going headfirst into all of these immense personal problems, but feelings of panic pulled him back. He felt on this second night that he would not be able to handle the chaos that was to come if he entered.

On the third day, he struggled between choosing to go back to a lower dose which he felt would make him feel more secure, or if he wanted to take the chance to up the dose to 10 grams, and force him to confront his demons. He bravely chose to go for it all, and took 20 x 0.5g capsules that night. Throughout this final night, memories of this transformation will stick with me for the rest of my life. He started in a state of fear, but quickly felt the urge that his body has a big role in helping him figure out this trauma. In his past he had experienced a dissociation from his body, feeling absent within his own skin. He got up, and walked around, trying to verbalize with myself and Eric what was going on for him. He expressed that sitting in that chair only reminded him of all the loneliness he felt back as a small baby, helplessly laying there all alone and scared. So he got up and tried to figure this whole mess out by talking out his feelings, and allowing the mushrooms to bring him back into his own skin. At one point I went upstairs to check on the other guests, and while looking down from a balcony into the yard I could see Eric talking with this guest. Suddenly, they roared into laughter that filled the whole yard! You can tell when a laugh is full and unrestricted, and it is almost impossible to laugh this way when your mind and body are in despair. Clearly something was slowly shifting for him. He quickly became hyper-focused on the new feelings he was beginning to have in his body…feeling like he was slowly returning into it. As this grew, and he was able to talk himself through this life event bit by bit, he quickly became ecstatic…running through the yard yelling in joy, happily talking to everyone he could, dancing, doing pushups, shouting into the sky…reclaiming his identity! I later had a chance to lay down with him in the grass, starring up into the thousands of stars that were out that night. Talking to him was much different than it had been compared to earlier in the week. He was excited talking about his life and his future in a positive light. It was great to see this unfold for him.

The next day in discussion, he said how he knew how something almost unexplainable had changed within him, and how his gut was telling him that this felt like a permanent change. This day was the most grounded he had felt in his whole life.

Another one of the more memorable changes was in a guy who came to us severely depressed, socially anxious, and extremely introverted. He was from China now living in Canada, and from the start it was pretty clear that he was quite withdrawn and wanted to keep to himself. He was able to express to me that his accent made him very insecure, and that depression and social anxiety had taken over his life. He said that he did not know what to do next, and how he really hoped this would work for him. Hearing that somebody is essentially seeing you as one of their last resorts is always a really intense and nerve-wracking feeling. It just doesn’t feel good having that kind of pressure. All you can really do is trust in the processes of the mushroom and that this person is in the right state of mind to allow for healing. Usually in times of desperation, when the mind has nowhere else to go…the nudge mushrooms provide can change that person’s path just enough to give them faith again.

His case was very interesting, as on the first night he did not feel a thing. This always sucks to hear, as with this being only a 3-dose retreat you don’t like thinking that the person seemed to get nothing out of it. However, as we alluded to throughout the retreat, mushrooms have a weird way of working on us even when we don’t know it.

On the second night, he was noticeably distracted. The second night allowed guests the option of tripping inside or outside, so he initially began outside. Once the mushrooms began to come on for people, he again said he felt nothing, and he couldn’t stop focusing on getting bug spray for the mosquitos. He sprayed himself many times, but he kept asking for more. Eventually we tried bringing him inside to try and settle him down. The noises made by others who had dosed with the mushrooms became too much for him, and he came back down. Soon he said his stomach was hurting a bit, and that he just wanted to go back to his room. It was clear that his ego was not ready to be displaced that night.

This guest’s big breakthrough also came on the third night. He took 10 grams…this time it went to work. He laid down after eating and did not move for at least 2 hours. Usually these experiences of no movement are of the most intense journeys. He eventually started to jostle around, and we came over to him to see how he was doing. Just on his face alone you could see a difference in his demeanour. His eyes seemed to have more life, he had a look of awe on his face. Eventually we stood him up and you could see his shoulders held back, standing him upright and taller, bringing him out of his prior slouch and rounded shoulders. He expressed how he felt this more positive internal attitude towards himself and how he felt his self-esteem was stronger! He didn’t feel anxious with a few people standing with him. You could see it all over his body and face that something had changed. He again brought up some odd feeling in his stomach, and Eric let him see that this was actually extremely healthy, his energies were starting to rumble again. We did some work in the yard to get him a feel for what this actually was, as people who have their energy trapped up don’t even recognize that energy actually does exist. Hell until three months ago myself I wasn’t aware of it. But it is very real.

The next day he expressed a fear of things going back to how they were before, and we assured him that people can’t expect a magic cure when doing any of this work with the mushrooms. He had taken important steps on that final night learning things about himself, and needed to continue to integrate those lessons. However, it was obvious that something was different in a much more positive way. He spoke louder and was more engaged when speaking. Prior to this last day he wouldn’t have really said more than five words at a time. But he actually managed to speak for nearly 10 minutes straight when we had our group discussion the next day. It was incredible to see and I was extremely proud!

Psychedelics should still be illegal though, right? 😉

These are just two examples, but each person seemed to extract a very helpful lesson for them to bring back home. I hope that they and the rest of this February 2018 crew are able to take this experience back home with them and transform their lives in the ways that they need!

Take care,