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Kyle Young's avatar

It's 1979 and I'm camped near the Mayan ruins of Chichen Itza with a friend. This was years before the place became recognized as a national treasure, so the place is empty. Archeologists were still digging there, but not on this day. We have the place to ourselves.

At sunrise we meet a local boy who sells us a bag of freshly picked Psilocybin cubensis mushrooms. We eat them on empty stomachs and spend the day climbing the pyramids and exploring the ruins. The place is imbued with the spirit of the Maya. The things we saw and experienced were life changing.

Decades later I learned that early Spanish records of the area talk about how it was common for the Maya to live to 140+ years. Now I know why.

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Tina Marsan's avatar

I was given a small dose of psilocybin, by my very eclectic, forward thinking step-father, when I was about 8. It is was what it was, a very formative part of my development. 10 or so years passed before I chose to take mushrooms again on a handful of occasions. Each experience was unique and health enhancing. I waited until I was 56 to take them again, this time to heal from the trauma that occurred as a result of losing our retreat center to a fire 4 years ago. Words cannot tell how incredibly beneficial the most recent experience was! Thank you for shedding light on natural healing, living and co-creating. I appreciate your service.

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