Psilocybin use resulting in ego death while drifting through several strange universes filled with galaxies, color, peace, and love.

Psilocybin use resulting in ego death while drifting through several strange universes filled with galaxies, color, peace, and love.

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai
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Drugs.

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Outer space travel through inter-dimensions.
Once a scientific fiction.
Now, a real-world reality.

It is possible. It is cheap.
It is affordable. It opens. It doesn't close.
It takes keys and away with them it throws.
You might need some comfortable clothes.

Fungus provides the key. It is not what provides the experience.
It is merely a vessel, a tool.
It helps engage.

Most thoughts are easily by-passed.
un-filtered.

Ego death is the only way.

© 2009 Hunter Zabbai


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Try Iboga or Ayahuasca... not Psilocybin if you want real ego death, mate.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on January 21, 2009