I Thought My Life Was Great, Then I Took Mushrooms in Mexico
From an objective standpoint, I had a great life before I took mushrooms in Mexico. I was a newly minted digital nomad and high on life. The Mexican food, people, expat circles, and lifestyle had me in a trance. Even though I only had one architecture client (my previous boss), I was financing my adventures through crypto trading. It felt like the entire world was at my fingertips. Yet deep down, I knew I was missing something. I was unfulfilled and my life was lacking purpose.
The First Trip (Colors)
I took my first sip of mushroom tea in a cafe in the village of San Jose del Pacifico in Mexico. At 8,000 ft (2,440 m) above sea level, mushrooms are sold here openly in the cafes and guest houses. As the fabric of reality was dissolving, this young couple asked me if I was open to chatting with them. I welcomed them, but said I had taken my mushroom tea already, and they recalibrated the conversation accordingly. The usual pleasantries, “where are you from, where are you traveling to, what do you do for work?” is very uncomfortable while tripping, and they seemed to read my mind.
They told me they were psychedelic healers, and invited me to their hotel room to sing songs. Since travel is all about chance encounters, I took them up on their offer. I was blown away by how much…
