The story is about mushrooms and a trip :) I first got to know Psylos in the 90s and was more than impressed by it. Back then I was a child of weekend clubbing and we tried some things that would probably knock my socks off today. My experiences with mind-expanding substances were usually positive and if they ever got scary, there was always a part of me that was sober that told me that this state would soon be over.
Once, when I ingested shrooms, I went through several stages of feelings. First there was the usual laughter inside me, mixed with amazement at the richness of detail in this material world, which then changed to outbursts of emotion like crying for hours and a total inability to pretend and say to those I met exactly what I was thinking at that moment. Of course, this is one thing that can backfire badly when you meet someone who is sober themselves and is shocked by being told some things on the head that you would normally keep to yourself. Total honesty is very detrimental to some situations. Lol
I remember telling a friend to just stop talking as everything that came out of her mouth was a lot of bullshit and she better shut up. Although these words were formulated in absolute peace and kindness within me and I certainly had no malicious intent. Hard to explain. What is perceived as truth can be hilarious and full of laughter. The simultaneous sensation of meaninglessness and weight of meaning is a contradiction and the simultaneity of these sensations a remarkable experience.
I think drugs are an amplifier of what people feel. And much more.
I understand that you don't want to discuss your relationship with your sister here in the open. Some questions came to my mind and if you want or find the time, we can meet in a private chat. I have the same username on discord as here.
Bye, bye :)
This was a fantastic impressive post 😳
You do look EXACTLY the way i pictured you
And then i read all these comments and i am swimming in your world even more, what the heck !
See , now i am lost with words , my communication is with physical touch and visions .
To me Germans and Germany is the best of the world , i so want to visit ALL Germany .
The Siberia part gave me pain , how awful it must have been .
Ps : you are beautiful 💗
Thank you very much. I really appreciate you coming and not only reading this blog post but also the other one. Also, the comment section in particular can be a very lively exchange opportunity. It always pleases me to go back in time and read the comments between the people and between me and the commenters.
Despite all awefulness from my families experience in Siberia, it got me all excited as a kid to listen to their survival stories.
Yes , knowing and feeling we are strong people helps to see life differently .
I understand your passion 🌷
I read a lot , i am just not very good with words ( comments ) specially in english .
but your value is much seen and respected , on my side .
:)
Use https://www.deepl.com/translator
It's an excellent intelligent online translator and gives you the best translations. I learned a lot during the years by using it.
Reading is my passion as well. I also love writing.
I love writing poetry only and in French
When I was sixteen, I attended a French course with my sister. As I had missed French at school, I was happy to take the opportunity to give it a try. The teacher was a very handsome guy who I was attracted to (teenage dreams). But he also had a bit of a crush on me and always praised my pronunciation. Unfortunately it was only six weeks, but I love your language very much and can imitate it well. Once when we had some French exchange students with us, I threw the few smatterings into the conversation and was terribly proud of it. They were elated by my perfect "C'est fini!" when we finished our ice cream and I threw the style into the bin with a grand gesture. LOL
Such a shame I can't speak it. When French people speak English, they still speak French. HaHa! I love that strong accent. Germans sound wooden by comparison.
You write poetry. It's a supreme discipline and a poem is like a shy wood nymph that very rarely comes to visit me.
Let me read one of your French poems, and I try to make sense of it through two translations. And see, what will come out of it! Wouldn't that be fun?
Yeah i ll share one , not really a poem but a poetic vibe .
I used to write tons of poems whole book and then i thought many people do , we can all so it easily as it is so easy to me and what am i to try to talk about the pain and the heart , but i won a price and i made some people cry so it was cool ... all those poems are gone and my perfection in it is not the same since i write a lot in english , for too long now , but as i see that not many people after all write with poetic heart , in french , i might dive into that pleasure again .
Laisse le soleil entrer
Comme une rivière qui coule
Comme un baiser dans le cou
Réchauffer l'espace et le cœur
Parmi toutes les sensations j'ai senti ta joue sur ma douce poitrine
J'aurais aimé que ce soit réel quand je me suis réveillée
L'amour sauve la vie
Mais on en perd la trace
Et nous marchons seuls
Mains vides
Jusqu'à ce que le coin en béton nous arrête
Jusqu'à ce que les mots n'aient plus de sens
Jusqu'a ce que le froid dans notre lit une personne
Prenne possession de notre âme