The Dissolution of This Dimension as I Fade into the (Surprisingly UnScary) Darkness
Part 13 in my series, "My Mushroom Journey to Healed Trauma, Less Shame, and More Love"
(If you missed the previous entry, we are now about 15 minutes after I took the mushrooms. Already I was seeing things that weren’t technically there. Then my Guides placed a mask over my eyes and laid me down…)
The first thing I notice is the slow dissolution of what I’ll call This Dimension.
By that I mean, the realm in which we normally live and move and have our being. The reality we experience with our five primary senses. Whereas That Dimension, the one I would soon be traveling to, operated at a different frequency. That Dimension is a place where my senses would be simultaneously utilized and irrelevant.
Moments before the mask dropped over my eyes, and while I was still remarking on the not-actually-there-but-still-totally-there pattern stenciled across the ceiling, you could say that I was still aware of, or in the consciousness of, this world.
all normal, predictable objects in my visual and tactile field (weird shapes on the ceiling notwithstanding). I could hear the train blowing by. I knew Ryan was sitting near my head as I lay on the couch while Michelle was down near my feet. I felt the sensation of the blanket wrapped around me. All my senses were keenly aware of this dimension, the ordinary world around me.
But as soon as the mask went on and I closed my eyes, things began shifting. I was less confident of, well, everything. Was I really lying on a couch? Is that train real? I hear music playing, yes… but also, when did Ryan and Michelle invite a flutist to come sit in the kitchen and serenade us?!
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