I'd like to take mushrooms again, it's been a while.

Not to glorify drugs, but I honestly believe that taking psilocybin mushrooms was one of the most healthiest things I've ever done for myself. Although I didn't quite know it at first, it made me believe in.. something!

While I've not been one for religious dogma, my experiences with shrooms HAVE shown me more than anything else, that indeed I DO have a soul, and that it's vulnerable, to the storms which weather it, as well as to the consequences of my own actions. That it's precious, and I need to take care of it. That all life is precious. That the Earth itself is alive, and that I am a part of it.

How could something so beautiful be so forbidden?