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30 Gram mushroom time travel experience summer of 2023 I want to start off by saying that I am an experienced psychonaut, at least I thought I was prior to a massive 300 gram raw mushroom trip. This would be equivalent to about 30 dried grams. I say over 300 grams because I made a smoothie with a bunch of freshly picked Albino mushrooms that were raw and blended them with a whole peeled lemon as my only liquid form. I threw it all into a blender to make a smoothie that filled up an entire glass. A cup of water weighs at least 300 grams. I wasnt able to drink the whole glass but I managed to drink most of it. In case you are wondering why the fuk would anyone in their right mind do such a thing, let me quickly take you back one year earlier. Before this incident a year before I had already consumed 4 dried grams and had experienced seeing another being from another dimension that appeared to be the Egyptian God of Ptah. I assume thats who he was or represented. I appeared in his realm. The entire background was black with only fine red lines that made up my experience. I was taken into a big castle where he was busy building the universe that I was in which was composed of Egyptian hieroglyphs and ancient Egyptian symbols. All the walls and long corridors had an artistic grid system with millions of symmetrical red line patterns that made up the walls and massive pillars of this castle I was in. The architecture was one I have never seen before with such beautiful complicated designs. I was taken into a long hallway that had a tall ceiling with huge pillars and a big room opened up at the end of this corridor. When I came to him he was my guess about 150 feet away. He was bending over a taller than normal stone table twice as wide and longer than normal conventional tables. He stood with one arm behind his back and the other arm holding a big magnifying glass. There were other beings bringing him what I assumed were floor plans. They would quickly run into this huge room where the tall wide stone table was and lay out the plans on the table. He would bend down quickly look at them with his magnifying glass and then he would give instructions and point out with his finger. The servant beings would pick up the floor plan and roll it back up and quickly faster than usual run back out with the floor plans while another one would run in and layout their floor plan on the table then hed repeat this. At least 10 other beings did this running in, receiving orders then running out. Whatever they were building it was huge and very complicated. I sensed he was the boss or architect and everyone running in were his servants. After observing this, I suppose he felt I was looking at him and he noticed I was in his realm and picked up his head turned straight towards my direction very quickly to see me. The moment he saw me he seemed startled and dropped all what he was doing. Next he ran over to me and got in front of my face. I thought wow I must be very interesting to him because here he is building something like the Great pyramids and all the sudden that came to a screeching halt just because I showed up to him. He was very excited to see me, more so than I was to see him. I was just observing without giving thought to it. My mentality was in a let go and just let everything be state. It was then that I could clearly see his face and the Egyptian style thing wrapped beard or whatever the thing on his chin that hung down was. It seemed solid I dont know what it was but after the trip and looking him up on Google the God of Ptah was what came up. I couldnt hear him talking but I could see him laughing with so much joy and hugging me. His face was thinner than a human face or its depictions online, but was very symmetrical and had thousands of symmetrical patterns in it as well. The moment I started to think is this really happening it all disappeared like a bunch of megapixels falling and everything vanished. After this encounter I tried numerous times to relive it and try to access it again but I never could. All I ever got was other types of trips some good some bad trips but I could never access this realm again. I say this because I want the readers to know that before the 300 hundred raw gram incident I had many mushroom trips under my belt but never really ate more than 3 or 4 dried grams or 30 to 40 wet grams at a time. Since I have read that you cannot die from an overdose on mushrooms, I had the false impression to one day make a smoothie with a big load of mushrooms and maybe I could see this being that appeared to me once again. The year following I obtained a batch that was grown from spores and rye grain. I wont mention where I got the dung from because they changed suppliers and I couldnt tell you what it was either the genetics or the rye grain but these Albinos were God awful strong. I decided to make a big smoothie from a load of mushrooms and a full peeled lime. I had told my girl that I was going to go to the back porch balcony in our apartment which was next to a park and I would sit under my bird feeder where I constantly kept it full of seeds going on 2 years day in day out. I told her so that she wouldnt open the balcony sliding glass door and interrupt my trip. She agreed and I slammed down my smoothie. With in 15 minutes I started to feel cold and the effects started to kick in which was to me unusually fast since normally Id wait 30 to 40 minutes before the come on. Before going to the balcony I went to the bathroom to empty out and started to see my phone morphing along with the walls weaving back and forth. Soon after I finished, I opened the glass sliding door to sit on my first floor balcony chair under my bird feeder. The apartment I used to live at was backed up into a large park in Austin Texas so I had some privacy there. My vision started to become more distorted at one point my hand was bigger than 3 ft and it kept this big shape as I looked at it and moved it side to side. I started to feel very anxious and very cold and I didnt like the way that my vision was starting to get too distorted and out of control and my body was becoming numb and very cold. This concerned me since it was in the middle of July and for a brief second I was just about to get up and run inside and demand my girl to call the ambulance, but something inside me told me what if this moment was going to pass and everything was going to be okay, then all I was going to do is scare her. I didnt want to scare her because I didnt think she would let me trip ever again plus why should she pay the price for what I thought was a stupid decision Ive made. I felt that I had to suck it up and deal with it on my own without getting her involved. After another minute I was beginning not to be able to move anymore. I couldnt feel my body and even if I wanted to get up I couldnt do it anymore. I was now certain that I was going to die and thats the way people die. They become cold really really fast. It was at that moment that three birds came down from the sky and landed on my bird feeder. The bird feeder was shaped like a house with window panes as the walls and a little wooden triangle shaped roof as the top cover. The first bird, the leader of the other two, stood on the bird feeders pointed roof. The other two birds stood at the opposite end of the bird feeders roof cover 8 to 9 inches away from the leader bird. After the trip I Googled the bird just like how Id remember it and found out that the leader of the three was a Hawaiian Mamo bird, an extinct bird. The other two birds were just normal birds a bit smaller in size than the Mamo bird. The long pointed curved down skinny beak Mamo bird had a golden halo crown. It appeared to have multiple crowns like those of a king on its head but they were stacked one on top of the other. Its like the first crown on its head had another Halo aurora that looked like a second crown on top of that crown, and the second one had an even fainter aurora of a third crown. The aurora glows of the crowns were pinkish light golden pastel color but very faint. The Mamo bird wore a Halo body armor suit that was sort of checkerboard in design. It too had an aurora halo glow the same as the color of its crowns. The birds seemed real, and I thought that the halo glowing aurora crown and body suit emanating from the Mamo bird were because of the mushrooms. The other two birds that were by its side with their backs turned to the Mamo bird did not have any glowing halo counterparts. They were just normal birds unlike the Mamo bird they had small normal size beaks. The Mamo bird must have been some kind of angelic bird. It just stared at me the whole time. I was intrigued by its long pointy beak since not even at a zoo I have never seen that type of bird species before. The other two birds that accompanied it who didnt have any halo crowns or body armor had their back towards the Mamo bird. They were both busy staring out at the trees in the park. It seemed like they were looking out far away keeping guard and I sensed as if they didnt have much time left. The Mamo bird was just staring at me and didnt for one second take his eye off of me. At one point the bird standing left side behind the Mamo bird turned around slowly to look at me almost like he was embarrassed by me or felt sorry for me like saying poor guy but then he quickly turned its attention back towards the woods as in reminding himself not to keep its eyes off the look out since both guarded the nicely decorated Mamo bird. Clearly the Mamo bird was special and the other two birds were its bodyguards. I started to feel like I was fading away and as my cold body started to become numb I noticed the Mamo bird started to intensify its stare looking deeper straight at me. It even lowered its head down and tilted its head and opened its eye even more. I thought it was looking at me because I was dying. He seemed intrigued by me and since Ive read birds can see the earths magnetic fields to navigate I thought he could see my magnetic field or see my spirit slip away. The Mamo bird was the last living thing that was going to see me alive. I felt deeply connected to it, in a weird way I could tell him my last words and somehow he would pass along the message. Like a last hope, one last expression of my ego. As I slipped away from this existence I told the Mamo bird please take care of my two younger daughters. At the time 15 and 17 they were still under my child support care. I told the bird to look out for them please and tell them I was sorry to have failed them. In that moment its bodyguards saw something out in the distance and took off flying and when they did half a second later the Mamo bird took off too. When that happened, the next thing I saw was a squirrel running across the metal guard rail fence against the trees next to the park and a swirl vortex sucked me right into it. Next thing I knew I was inside the squirrel running up the tree. I could see the squirrel arms as my own and I could feel its hunger and for the next few months as a squirrel I looked for food daily. Running on tree branches, always busy looking for food. This went on for months but after I lived the life of that squirrel, I jolted out and I remembered living the life of a flying bird or a flying being. I dont know if birds ever go through clouds but I remember the clouds and weaving in and out of clouds like a Peter Pan style type of flight. Soon after I lived the life of a junkyard dog, and I watched over a junkyard for months. I remember the cars and the people in the junkyard. It was an old shop somewhere with old junked cars hundreds of them everywhere. After weeks of this I came out of the dog and went inside all the cars as in I literally took up all of the cars memory spirit. This may sound insane but I understood that cars also stored a spirit somehow, or a sort of vibration frequency. Maybe this only applies to old model cars made of heavier materials but the thoughts of people that drove the cars stayed in the cars metal and the car sort of becomes alive in a spiritual sense with thoughts and memories of the people that drove them. The sounds of where the cars have been and the peoples thought vibrations somehow make the atoms of the cars metal or copper aligning themselves to receive and adapt to the vibration frequency of the people who drive them. So a spirit is born where before there wasnt. Every car has a frequency that is alive in this sense. I then encompassed colored spheres in black space and each sphere color had a flavor. Some of them reminded me of the candy taste like Skittles especially the pastel colors. Next I went inside a blade of grass and lived as a blade of grass out in a farm field for a full summer season. I remember the full moons and seeing a barn. The wind breeze that rocked me back and forth felt so good. I felt like God was rocking me back and forth. Each time the wind blew I could hear and feel the wind and the grass blade would rock back and forth. I could feel the gravity like in a swing or hammock. Here I felt protected so alive and so comfortable like Ive never felt before. It was here that I thanked God that I was a blade of grass and I didnt want to do anything other than to be that blade of grass for ever. I wanted to stay here forever it was the best euphoric feeling ever. But like anything, everything expires and doesnt last. After my blade of grass life expired I jumped in and out of numerous lives of animals and other living things. I cant remember exactly all of it but I know it was hundreds of multiple lives. One life that I remember I was a pebble underneath the ground. I stayed here for at least 100 years. It wasnt like the grass feeling of being rocked back and forth and hearing the wind. It was more like a peaceful, calm, quiet sound feeling. There, my guess 2 to 3 feet underneath the ground, was nothing to worry about. Everything was quiet. I was at peace. Sometimes when it rained I would hear trickles coming down thru the ground. I was part of the earth and I was okay with it. Time lasted for decades and here I just was. Then one day a bomb hit next to me and blew me up out into the sky where I saw a bunch of soldiers running for their lives. I could make out explosions and fire. It was a war and I was in the middle of it. When the bomb hit, it blew me out into the sky probably 20 feet and my spirit jolted out of the rock. After a brief air spinning encounter I fell back into the ground but this time I fell through the Earth and kept falling. I remember falling clear through the Earth and out into the other opposite side of the earth and I kept falling out into space. This only took a few moments to happen after the explosion. I was then taken to a nebula of stars sort of like the Milky Way galaxy arm and here I saw millions of stars and black space. A planet appeared where I saw my grandpa as a planet similar to Neptune. He turned around and looked at me. My grandparents from my dads side had 14 kids total. It was like all his kids including my father represented the moons of the planet. He was a blue planet and his face was the planet and he winked at me and he smiled. I saw his teeth that were all made of gold. After his magnificent smile he turned back. Next I saw my grandma. Both of them had passed away years prior and my grandmother when alive had hand made me a handkerchief to carry around with my name on it. She hand stitched every letter on that handkerchief and it meant the world to me. I used to carry it everywhere I went but then one day I lost it. I lived through a drunken period of my life and had lost my grandmothers handmade gift she made me. I have regretted it ever since. I could never tell my grandma that I had lost her handkerchief when she was alive and always felt guilty about it especially after one day she asked about it and I lied to her telling her I still had it. Right now was my opportunity to confess to her and tell her Im sorry and to let her know that I had lost that handkerchief. When I told her I had lost her handkerchief she had made for me she said dont worry, I will make you another one and instantly she sat in front of me and proceeded to hand weave me another one in front of my eyes and gave it to me and said here you go, dont worry its okay. Tears came running down my face the moment she gave it back to me. I realized then the regret that I had, that guilty feeling I had all these years, melted away. I was relieved of my guilt and thanked my grandma profusely. After this I came back to my body I couldnt open my eyes yet but the few seconds were just enough time to realize that I was not dead yet and that I was still here but the moment that I would think that I was still alive, I would be pulled out of my body and get deposited into another life somewhere else. This kept repeating over and over again life after life. At one point I landed on top of a mushroom cap but didnt go inside of it. Its the only thing that was nonpenetrable. Thats to say I literally took up or embodied the very spirit of every living thing that I would come across, except the one mushroom. This mushroom was in space like a dwarf star of some sort. It was like the size of a bus and I was sitting on top of it. Here I spent a few moments just sitting on the mushroom cap. There was this white fog all the way around it and I was sitting on top of it. I remember seeing the details of the mushroom cap with a few black spots here and there. The only conclusion that I came up with the reason why I wasnt able to encompass the spirit of the mushroom cap was because it was already inside me and I already was its spirit. I came back once again to my body. I tried to open up my eyes but I couldnt make out anything. My vision was so distorted so discombobulated that I just couldnt make out whether I was on my balcony or not but I could feel my spirit still there. Then I would get jolted out again from my body and deposit it into another life again and again. At one point I was living the life of a mentally ill person the only human life that I can truly remember living. Somebody would take me out every morning in a wheelchair and sit me on my porch and that life I lived for a while. That mentally ill life I knew I was living in an apartment because I started to recognize a balcony and the distorted surroundings but I couldnt put one and two together. Even though things looked like they were other worldly, something inside me told me things looked familiar but it was all distorted. Almost as if the perception of the mentally ill person was that of a highly intoxicating mushroom trip. Every life that I lived was somehow compartmentalized from each other, meaning I didnt have any memory from other lives previous to that one life Id experience. And every time I will get deposited back into my body, I would remember who I truly was at least in this Earth time space. But this wouldnt last long. It would only last for seconds because then I would get taken out and deposited into another life. Soon enough, after what seemed like thousands of years of this I realized my spirit. Our spirit never dies and only keeps transforming the quote unquote I doesnt really live anywhere permanently and this was beginning to overwhelm me. I was a spirit constantly living life after life and this started to become very depressing for me mainly because I couldnt grasp time as I remember earth time was. I started to become sad and lonely. I started asking God for forgiveness and asked him to please deposit me in any life. It didnt matter what life form whether I was a grass, a rock, a dog, or a bird it didnt matter. The only thing that mattered was that I stayed in any life permanently to identify with earth time and stay as someone or something for ever. When I say forever, what I mean is the meaning we all give to what is known as an earth lifetime. It was like time in itself was forever on going and forever after hundreds of years and lives started to feel infinitely lonely. No one thing person or place ever sticks, there is no such thing as forever as we know and understand it. I believe that archangels have the ability to embrace this quote unquote loneliness as we may call it and perhaps they see it differently and are built differently, but I wasnt ready to become one. This is just an assumption I really dont know, what I do know is that thousands of years in time space was too much for me in a personal sense. The frequency of me being put back into my body and remembering who I was, followed by my spirit then taken out of my body and into another life started to shorten but nonetheless the cycle kept going and I kept getting more desperate to just want to stick anywhere and identify with something. The idea that I was not going to embody anything permanently and that I was going to float in the space time forever taking on life after life seemed infinitely devastating. Just taking up identity after identity was the ultimate ego death. It seemed like it was too much and then I yelled to God. Please deposit me somewhere please God. After this went on for some time my girl opened up the glass door and walked out into the balcony and thats when I came back. I looked at her and realized that I was back in my old apartment and that I wasnt dead and even though I couldnt talk to her, I managed to barely ask her to bring me some water. When she came back with the water after a few minutes I started to come back and was finally able to speak to her and I felt so happy and so lucky to be alive. What seemed like centuries happened in a span of 3 and a half hours. Our half Dachshund half Chihuahua dog walked out with her and after a moment I looked into his eyes and he started barking at me uncontrollably and was overly excited and happier than usual. My girl thought it was weird. She didnt understand why our dog was so happy but I knew why. Its like my dog recognized what had just taken place. My girl saw my smile and she kissed me unexpectedly and seemed to be twirling her hair she seemed attracted to my persona more so than before this massive trip. The new me was born and a new life had just begun. I briefly explained what had happened to her but it was too much to put in words and all I wanted to do was to get up and walk our dog at the park. I wanted to see the world, I was back A bigger mystery to me was that after I composed myself, I got up to look for the blue Velcro strapon dog collar our dog had for all these years, I couldnt find it. I asked my girl where it was and she insisted that the blue buckle complicated chest harness she was handing me was the one we have had for years. I swore up and down that I have never seen this harness before. I couldnt even put it on our dog Angelo. I didnt know how I had never handled it and yet here it was. Almost like I had time traveled into another dimension, another time line and the dog collar was like a clue or testimony to this. Where was the velcro strapon dog collar I would use daily to walk our dog at This is still a mystery to me. I am convinced that there is something out there, time lines or time travel. I asked her to put on the dog collar because I couldnt even though I tried. As we walked the dog at the park we sat on a park picnic table where I was so grateful and thankful to be alive. Out at a distance I saw two men walking together and for some reason I handed my water to my girl to told her to hold it and that Id be right back. I had a feeling that I needed to walk up to these two gentlemen something called me over something I had to do. Angelo and I walked up next to them and I said Hi how are yall doing They greeted me and we kept walking down the open field. They asked about my dogs name I told them his name was Angelo. They said oh nice I said It sure is a nice day today they said yessir it sure is I noticed both of them were middle aged men with very noticeable numerous facial scars one of them must have had a prosthetic leg or something since he walked a bit unusual. I could tell they were both either war veterans or survivors of something tragic. I didnt bother to ask I just walked with them for a few short minutes. I said what are you fellas getting into today they said were just enjoying our day today I stopped and they both stopped, I looked deep into both of their eyes and I said alright well both of yall take good care and enjoy this beautiful day they both smiled and said yessir you do the same young man and thank you for introducing Angelo to us I shook their hands and headed back to my girl at the table. The notion that time is an illusion is real. Now I know what it means. I dont recommend anyone do what I did, in fact I dont recommend mushrooms to anyone. Thats something each one of us will seek out when were ready the same exact way I did. Nobody told me to do it, I did it on my own account. Perhaps the mushrooms will seek you out versus you seek them out. Either way I hope this will give hope to someone that life is much more than the surface of what we see. Enjoy this life right now, let time go by slowly ever so slowly.