On being human.
When I returned home the sight I saw in the mirror was one of the most beautiful I have ever beheld. I was able to behold the reflection of the human being in the mirror without any narratives of what he lacks or what he needs to achieve. I just saw a biological miracle of a human being staring back at me with bright eyes and an affectionate smile.
It was about 1 or 2 AM. I sat by the fire with my “3-D glasses” and gazed at the Big Bang. A song in the background triggered an image of my dad. Enamored with the present moment, unencumbered by regrets or worries and suffused with a sense of wonder and empathy, a single thought of my dad was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Tears of appreciation arrived unannounced and decades of unexpressed gratitude disgorged from my nose.
Within 10 minutes of ingesting 5 grams of magic mushrooms my mind was flooded with a torrent of colorful, geometric shapes, more elaborate and resplendent than anything I have ever seen before. Time dissolved and I could no longer comprehend the passage of time except for the music, where the songs had beginnings and endings.
From faith to skepticism
Pierre shares stories from his spiritual journey.
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