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A Mushroom Induced Epiphany
I had an epiphany.
It was one of those rare and precious moments where everything falls into place and the bigger picture is suddenly, brilliantly clear.
I happened to be wrapped in a white robe, sitting on the floor of my bathroom, bawling hysterically when it happened — but, hey, the Universe shows up when the Universe shows up.
I would call myself a novice in all things “drug” related. I didn’t even try marijuana until I was well into my 30’s and even then, I had to be talked into it.
My parents drilled it into me that I would be severely punished if they ever caught me doing drugs — meanwhile, they were hosting annual blow-filled Christmas parties.
My experience with marijuana has been positive for the most part — it’s legal here and the culture is fun. My wife entered the industry after we were married, and it has been an interesting transition from a die-hard Just Say No devotee to becoming a daily cannabis user and advocate.
So, when my wife suggested we take mushrooms I was nervous, but also curious.
The first time we took them, a delicious sleepy feeling overtook me and my chronic headache pain evaporated. My wife was dancing to the beat of her own drum and continuously tried to rouse me from my cocooned recliner. It wasn’t a great…
