Standing on the precipice. The forest is shifting. Your senses are heightened and everything is active and alive. You are moving into another dimension, unknown but existing on previously unvisited planes. New realms of kaleidoscopic awareness. Breathe. The silent call beckons you closer. A figure glowing comes to you surrounded by a thousand stars. Harmony. Music.

Upon closer introspection, you see that frilly wood-sprites inhabit the trees and branches. They sparkle and glisten in the periphery of beams of sunlight. They flit and sputter, and some are even one with the trees, as though suspended in hammocked cocoons of leaf and fiber. Never immediately engaging you, they nonetheless usher forth your journey almost as goodwill ambassadors to your very own mind.

And all of the sudden, you find the road. And it give you a better view of the sky. And you see her composed of millions of stars. She makes sense. She makes more sense than has ever been made. And everything you've seen fits into its place. And there is too much of everything. And it is good. She is the Space Warrior. And she is a god just like you are. You realize you must go back deep into the forest and share what you have learned.

In the flash of an eye you are summoned onto your back into a hall of ancient moss and mushrooms. Is it your eyes that are witnessing all of this or your dreaming ancestors showing you some truth? The moss envelopes you in its warmth, the moon smiling upon your shining face lets you sink deeper into her comforting bosom of infinite light. Laughing wilderness searching far and wide. The sounds of the forest transforming into a lost beacon of hope, left by the oldest shamans of the world wishing to be heard once more.

They present you a secret ritual that is just for your ears. You know more now.........so much more. Slow time down the best way we know how with closed eyes under the stars beckoning us on our journey home. Eat more shrooms and repeat!