The story is about mushrooms and a trip :) I first got to know Psylos in the 90s and was more than impressed by it. Back then I was a child of weekend clubbing and we tried some things that would probably knock my socks off today. My experiences with mind-expanding substances were usually positive and if they ever got scary, there was always a part of me that was sober that told me that this state would soon be over.

Once, when I ingested shrooms, I went through several stages of feelings. First there was the usual laughter inside me, mixed with amazement at the richness of detail in this material world, which then changed to outbursts of emotion like crying for hours and a total inability to pretend and say to those I met exactly what I was thinking at that moment. Of course, this is one thing that can backfire badly when you meet someone who is sober themselves and is shocked by being told some things on the head that you would normally keep to yourself. Total honesty is very detrimental to some situations. Lol

I remember telling a friend to just stop talking as everything that came out of her mouth was a lot of bullshit and she better shut up. Although these words were formulated in absolute peace and kindness within me and I certainly had no malicious intent. Hard to explain. What is perceived as truth can be hilarious and full of laughter. The simultaneous sensation of meaninglessness and weight of meaning is a contradiction and the simultaneity of these sensations a remarkable experience.

I think drugs are an amplifier of what people feel. And much more.

I understand that you don't want to discuss your relationship with your sister here in the open. Some questions came to my mind and if you want or find the time, we can meet in a private chat. I have the same username on discord as here.

Bye, bye :)