A return to the soul’s remembering

they call them magic mushrooms.

and yes, they open doors.

yes, they speak in visions and colors,

in tears that rise,

born of the body

and laughter that cracks the shield

that dulls your joy.

but the real magic?

it doesn’t live in the mushroom.

but in you.

in what you’re willing to feel,

in what you’re brave enough to face,

in how softly you can meet the parts of yourself

you’ve been running from.

psychedelic therapy isn’t a quick fix.

it’s not about peak moments or cosmic downloads.

it’s a holy unraveling

a slow, sacred remembering

of who you were before the world asked you to forget.

and that kind of healing requires a container,

a place where you are held,

mirrored,

witnessed

without needing to perform.

this is where preparation begins~not in facts or protocols,

but in the quiet attunement between two nervous systems.

yours, and your guide’s.

your truth, and their presence.

your past, and this now.

preparation is not just a checklist.

it’s an opening.

a practice of honesty.

a clearing of space inside your body

so that when the medicine speaks,

you know how to listen.

you don’t walk into these spaces alone.

you walk in with your stories.

your grief.

your longing.

and someone walks beside you

~not to rescue,

but to remain present.

because the medicine doesn’t heal you.

it reveals you.

and in that revelation,

you are given a choice:

to contractor to expand.

to bypassor to integrate.

this is not recreational.

this is reverent.

this is sacred work

wrapped in science

and softened by soul.

you are not broken.

you are layered.

and this process

~ if you let it ~

will help you meet every layer

with a little more grace.