Here all along; a freestyle short

Crazy what the mind wants to say in an uncensored, freestyle journal entry of healing.

Never thought I’d find myself stucco’d to the inside of an Oscar Wilde quote but here I am, not knowing a damn thing but enjoying every moment of it, after narrowly escaping the encampment of doomed responsibility (identity) I manufactured around my previous existence.

I am sourced and regulated to experience profound emotion, both within my own cosmos and those around me in similar lumens. The Others.

The Others: those ancient spirits who communicate with us through music, paintings, poetry, movement, and sculptures that all is well. Keep going. They operate unconditionally and exists the same, The Others were not placed here, or sent here to protect us or guide us along our path.

They were here from the beginning and through the laws of physics, energy and all that, they will be here long after my vessel shuts down. If you can visualize a continuous conduit of energy, the presence and impact The Others have on our lives and in our healing, then the next paragraph won’t be so hard to fathom.

There is a strong argument, with evidence to support, that mycelium is older than planet earth, the biosphere in which it exists. A discussion point, if nothing else. Not all that far-fetched considering how mushrooms and spores reproduce. Even easier to digest knowing what mycelium does inside the human brain.

Speaking of human brain, mycelium, while in the mother fucking surgery room, in full-on brain repair mode, observed a super tiny little piss ant called the amygdala and perhaps, just maybe, produced psilocybin to disable the damn thing so the body wouldn’t think it was under assault while returning to a ONCE-HIDDEN, concealed-from-memory, traumatic event. The full spectrum and untapped healing abilities of mushrooms, mycelium and psilocybin, may never be completely known to us.

To be clear, mushrooms, with intention, therapy, and creativity, can repair the traumatized human brain.

All we have to do is NOT be the thing the brain wants us to be.

Comfortable.

Stringer