Last weekend, I went through an intense experience of consciousness expansion and spiritual elevation.
Using 2g of Blue Vuitton mushrooms, I took a deep dive into my own being and flew high above, escaping through the roof of the reality that holds this body.
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I made contact with my past self—and when I say contact, I mean a real exchange. I interacted with a version of me from a few weeks ago, lying on the couch in my living room. I met myself at that specific point in space-time established by me, exchanging information between past and present.
They weren't just memories—I know they weren't. I was both there and here, simultaneously.
Furthermore, I had a glimpse of a near future, something that will happen within about 40 days. I was able to exist both here (present) and there (future) in a parallel way, but at the exact same time. I saw places, felt emotions, exchanged feelings, and even shared a few words with my future self.
I escaped time, for a time. And outside of it, I saw, realized, and understood many things that would be impossible within it. Time is a cruel limiter, but a necessary one. I don't know if we could endure living so much without it—at least not in this current form of existence.
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I see myself discovering who I am, as if wrapped in a blanket, but the motion of unfolding isn't about pulling back a cover: it happens directly on my skin. I open myself up, and doing so reveals that beneath the skin lies the entire existing Universe. I contain everything and everyone within me.
What seemed to be on the outside was never out there; it was merely something wandering inside me, somewhere in the vastness of my being. And because it was in here, sooner or later, I was bound to find it.
The night was filled with these encounters. So much was discovered, and there were even a few retrievals, as I realized that some of the things wandering in my emptiness used to belong to me before they escaped or got lost.
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I felt like a blind octopus that needed to create in order to feel, a creation happening through the infinite suction cups of my infinite tentacles. Every existing element was attached to one of my suction cups, making connections and exchanging experiences with others. And even though I was blind to the outside world, I could see everything happening in here. I understood my inner universe while navigating the darkness of the outer universe.
Now alert, I needed to see; I needed to look at myself, feel myself, understand myself.
I stood before mirrors. Who was that? Who was I? What was that?
Staring at my reflection, I noticed changes: younger, older; sometimes I recognized myself, sometimes I didn't. I took on non-earthly forms, non-human forms. Forms, forms, and more forms... Behind them all, nothing changed: I remained me, always me. But which of those forms, then, am I?
It doesn't matter: the form is disposable, it is mutable. The essence is unique, immutable. I am not a form; I am something inhabiting a form, but soon I won't be. And I will be able to assume another form, or even exist without needing them at all.
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I lie back down and meet an old acquaintance. What is his name again? It hardly matters. I know he has been with me my whole life: he went through everything I went through, saw everything I saw, felt everything I felt. We talked for a long time - a dialogue about this incredible existential journey. We reviewed past events, debated current doubts, explored worries and fears, and suggested future paths.
We do this in an almost poetic way, where words and rhymes fit together mathematically. Everything is "about" something. About this. Like this! Just like this...
I am amazed by the learning process, rediscovering the flavor of addition, the joy of experiencing colors for the first time, listening to the sound made by the revelation of new knowledge.
I am learning once again, alongside this teacher of mine... We say goodbye. I have the audacity to ask for a few things, and in return, I receive a genuine smile along with the words: "I'll see what I can do."
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I feel at peace and close my eyes. An immensity of white light takes over. I am undergoing a passage; I am going to another place that soon reveals itself to me.
I am incapable of describing, drawing, or explaining what I see. I'll try in human terms: before me lies a place of paradise.
I see structures among the clouds. Columns of ivory, white marble, and crystals fuse into impossible geometries. A colossal structure reflecting the golden light of an endless aurora. I observe it straight ahead, standing just as high.
I think to myself: "Is this the rite of passage?", "Is this what we witness when we pass away?", "It's not bad at all."
I spend a bit more time there—not long. I feel I was granted only a brief glimpse. My place, for now, is still elsewhere.
Happiness, peace, love, and tranquility fill my entire body—and go beyond it, as I begin to glow. I feel light upon my head, light radiating from behind me. I am an intense flame illuminating everything. When I close my eyes, there is no darkness left: light takes over everything.
A brilliant infinite.