A couple of weeks ago, right at the end of July, and following a few days of wet weather, I found three liberty caps sitting together up here in the Kilpatrick Hills. I had wondered if, given the right weather conditions, if it was possible for magic mushrooms to thrive at any time of year, and generally, I have found out, it is, with flushes here and there from February through to December (unfrosty weather permitting). At any rate, these little guys are quite amazing, not least for what they allow your mind to tune into once ingested. In effect, the liberty cap mushroom is a tincture, not added to life, but transmuting life. It is the elixir of life that all existential alchemists have been looking for. If everyone sampled this experience, and made it a regular perennial ritual, I am sure that the world's constant crises would vanish very quickly. At any rate, this little poem came to me as I walked through the hills:
MUSHROOM
The room
in mush-room
refers to space -
the space itself
the mushroom.
'My hand is the universe, it can do anything.' Shinkichi Takahashi
These big beauties were uncovered accidentally at the end of August (26th to be exact) following a few days of wettish weather.
Hi mike. Good to see you found aome. The lower pastures are brimming with the shrooms from now till the end nov... can i ask where you came across those wee beauties.
ReplyDeleteAll the best pal.
The Baltic Jock.