I used to run around in my twenties saying mushrooms are good sport after I went on a heroic journey that left the automatic asshole in me behind only to be replaced by the trigger shy nice guy for a good solid decade. This turned out to be the greatest augmentation of somersaults inside my brain up until then. The large amount of mushrooms I ingested had coached my mind to put civility back into reason and took the battle out of argument. I had found a way to turn stuffy golf into perfect gymnastics and sloppy gymnastics into perfect golf by letting myself dissolve into nature, showing me its perfection. All it took was the realization that there are greater pursuits beyond even perfection when you discover that nobody is number one at being nice.
While we are under the influence of psychedelics I believe the structured systems that make up insect colonies or insect and animal behavior become so pronounced they make human hierarchy and tribalism seem less complex and more convoluted. The spider in the corner of the room becomes alien, more conscious and larger than this life. Almost a caricature of God that embodies the perfection of nature. Their dance is intricate while humans clumsily become introverted and strange during a trip.
The spider, juxtaposed into our psyche in the form of a confounded spirit jester, could be a manifestation of the Great Spirit taking on the role of guide through a world of restructured reality. In that world our mind becomes hyper-focused on seeking an explanation for perfection and so the most alien creature in our midst turns to us and shows us what that looks like through their eyes.
Within this altered state every living thing seems to be infinitely greater than the physicality they live on plain earth but only from the perspective of humans because we view life as an extension of God and near perfection the goal. Human life is the top tier to attain on Earth but all other living things surpass us in our psychedelic universe because they are a part of that perfection and not in contrast to it.
In the presence of people we simultaneously learn how to swallow a bubble while avoiding the tendency to eat our own words. When we do eat our own words we become exposed as human while the bubble passes through us and into the next human and so on down the line until the bubble bursts and we become freaks together celebrating the sights and sounds of here and now before the transference of spiritual information from beings that know no words has us losing our attachment to being only human, treating each other more nicely and empathetic when having nothing to say ourselves.
Francis Erich McElroy 