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A Trip Through A Forest Part 2
A Trip Through A Forest. Part 2

Or so...
It has come to pass, that a decision was made. To dabble into the Psychedelic aspects of concienceness. To bend reality with fantasy and imagination.

You pick the mushroom, and take it back to the stream.
Washing it off, and making sure
it has no other fungi or rot on it,
You begin to ingest the huge
mushroom with little nibbles,
sampling the texture and taste.
It's taste is very earthy and rich,
not to dry, and not to chewy.
It was like it was meant to be
eaten. What kind of intention
does this forest have?
Your mind starts to drift as you
continue nibbling on the mushroom, contemplating it's purpose.

Purpose...
As deep thought start to be promoted by the chemical reaction taking place in the mind, what is to transpire is that of profound revelation.
Your perception starts to change as you look down at the contents of your hand, realizing you have nibbled over half of this giant mushroom.
You start to walk back into the trees as the colors of the forest change and become more vibrant.
Beams of light are rythmaticly
darting in and out of sight with
every step of your stride, as you
continue into the thickening of the forest.
Sound has become sharper, as
every pitch and tone has become
an orchestra of life engulfing you,
beckoning you to understand it's
symphony.
Suddenly, words are heard. Human words... Faint, but clear.
You stop, and tilt your head, trying to locate the source of what you have heard.
'Hey! Down here!'
You pinpoint the direction of the
words spoken to see an ant,
At the end of a twig, it's little ant
head tilted in a most curious way,
and looking directly at you.
You bend down to take a closer
look, and realize, this is the source of the sound.

The ant asks, 'what are you doing'?
You say, I'm not really sure. I just
wanted to go for a walk and gain
some perspective.
The ant says, 'And what perspective is it you wish to gain?'
You say to the ant, 'Im not really sure, I just know I need it'.
The ant replies, 'How can you gain something that has not been
identified? You must know what it is to be achieved, before you can know what it is you seek.'
'The ant knows what must be achieved, in order for the colony to exist. Therefore, we know we must work together to achieve success'.
'The ant knows the cycle of life and prepares every season with hard work to keep the colony alive'.
'What have you done with your time?
Have you hunted and gathered to
store up for the winter season?'
You exclaim to the ant, 'Our species works, but we rely on others to feed us and provide for us. We no longer hunt or gather.'
The ant says in bewilderment, '
A species that does not know how to fend for itself, will perish!'
Without another word spoken, the ant scurries away.
You hesitate to stand for a second, not sure if what just happened was real, or just a hallucination.
Like a little ant could be so smart,
you scoff, as you slowly start walking away.

All of a sudden, a bluejay flies so close to you, you could have snatched it out of the air.
You slightly duck your head as it flies around you, then lands on your shoulder.
You freeze, stunned by the brazen behavior of this bird.
You slowly turn your head to look at the bird on your shoulder, that could very easily pluck at your eye.
'Shoo!' You say.
The bird says, 'You shoo, I live here.'
Stunned... You stare at the bird for a minute, before it says...
'What is it you seek, human?'
You say, As I already told the ant...
wait... What?'
The bird just looks at you.
'Did you just speak?' You ask the bird.
'Maybe... Maybe not. What is it you would like spoken?'
Perplexed, you say, 'I would like to know why Humans are here... You know? On this planet.'
The bird looks at you with it's little black pupils, blinks and says, 'The same reason we birds are here, silly!'
Then flies off, leaving you bewildered.

You start to wonder what was taking place here. Was this some kind of magic, or the result of eating that mushroom? Did that just really happen?
What did that bird mean, the same reason? Humans are by far way more superior than a bird.
You slowly walk toward a big log
that has been overgrown by the green grasses of the forest.
Weathered and soft was the wood.
A perfect place to sit and think about what has transpired.
As you look around, amazed at the beauty of the scenery, you see a squirrel coming out of a hole in a large tree that is near you.
The squirrel has a nut in it's little
hands, and as it stops to perch on a branch, it nibbles on the nut and says,
'Do you like my home? The tree
prepared it for me, because it's roll is to provide for the inhabitants of this earth. The tree looks after me, it shelters me and provides safety from harm and weather. All I have to do is drop some of my food at it's base
so it can decompose into nutrients for the tree, and I will always have a home. Do you have a symbient relationship with your home?'
Now you are just completed stunned.
You don't even know what to say to these profound words, let alone your reality that a squirrel just spoke to you.
You think for a second, and then tell the squirrel, 'Our homes are made from trees as well, but we have to kill the tree and use it's fiber to make the materials we need.'
The squirrel chatteres in a high pitched tone for a few seconds as if to be cussing you out, then says, 'Thats not symbient at all! That is horrible!
You have to destroy to exist, and you don't give back to the forest!
Your species is not natural! You are doomed! Then he scampers away, making high pitched clacking noises.
The forest goes quiet all of a sudden, and you find yourself in fear for the first time. The silence was sudden and eerie, as if the squirrel told the forest that you are a threat.
Now you just want to leave. This
has become to unreal. Talking
philosophical animals. The critique of a squirrel. Advise from an ant?
You just want normal again. You
want your human reality, not this
strange place where you feel out
of place and like a stranger.
As your mind is completely under the influence of Psilocybin, you swear there are hundreds of eyes on you. Plotting against you.
Determining if it should come
remove you from this natural place of beauty and serenity.
A loud russeling noize comes from behind you, and as you turn to look, a big brown bear appears out of the shrubbery and stands on it's hind legs. It must be eight feet tall, and 600 pounds!!
You think, don't run! Oh, crap, what do I do.
Oh crap, Oh crap, Oh crap...
'Why are you so afraid?', The Bear calmly asks.
Your mind stops panicking as you gather the words to say, 'Because you are bigger than me and I thought you were going to kill me'.
The bear says, 'So because I am
bigger than you, I have the right to kill you?'
You say, 'Well, yeah. That's how
nature works, right?'
The bear shakes her big bear head, and with a sadness in his tone, replies,
No, that is incorrect. You see human, I only kill when I absolutely have to.
To defend myself, my cubs and my immediate territory so I don't run out of food I need to survive and grow my cubs. I do not kill for the thrill of killing.
If I can have peace, I will choose to walk away'.
'The only reason we have to eat
alternative meats is because Humans have destroyed our vegetation, and have polluted our streams where we get our main source of protein... Fish. Otherwise we would be happy
with what the earth provides.'
The bear comes over, and sits her
big bear butt down with a plop.
Looks up at you and says, Why are Humans so needy? Does not the earth provide for every species on the planet? Yet, the Humans provides only for themselves.'
'How can a Human claim wisdom, if it knows not action, reaction...
Cause and affect?'
You are still amazed at this massive beast that now sits beside you,
contemplating life's most complex curiosities with you.
You say to the bear, 'I don't think
we were supposed to be like this.
I don't know if we can change it.'
The bear stands up again,
stretches her big bear body, yawns, and says, 'Time for a nap'.
As she slowly but steadily walks
away, she says, You know why bears will overlook the sting of the bee for a little honey?'
You say, 'No'.
The bear says, 'Our skin is thick
enough to walk away, even after
being stung. Is yours?'
She dissapears into the brush,
leaving you sitting there in shock
by all the things that have been said.
You realize, you have been in the forest for quite some time now, and the sun is starting to descend. The temperature changes slightly, as goose pimples appear on your arms. You rub them and realize, you have no idea how deep into the forest
you have gone. You do not recognizethe way out.
A little panic sets in, as you gaze
around, trying to get some familiarity of the surroundings.
You see the way you came after
talking with the squirrel, and start
in that direction.
The sounds of the forest seem to
be mocking you. Laughing at your loss of direction. Laughing at the silly human that didn't mark their way as they were coming into a new strange place. The shadows are intimidating as you slowly walk, In and out of beams of light, magnifying particles in front of your eyes.
You have no idea which direction to go. Disoriented, you sit on a stump and look around. Taking some jerky from your pocket, and tearing off a piece, you look at the packaging.
The ink. The plastic. The unnatural feel of this man made product in comparison to what you feel aroundyou.
How did Humans become so
unnatural? Weren't we supposed to be the care takers of the earth?
You feel grief and sadness as well as desperation due to your lack of direction. To just get up and start walking could mean going deeper into the forest. You might not get out until morning.
You think for a second. Jeez, You
don't even have a way to start a fire.
It's not like you will freeze to death, but nevertheless, it's gonna get cold.

You stand up and perk your ears
up, trying to get just the slightest
sound of the stream, or anything
else that could help you find your
way out.
You start walking, remembering
the moss on the tree.
You know moss grows on the north side of the tree trunk, so you start looking for moss, to give you some sence of direction, just as a fox appears from the trees, and confidently strolls right up to you.
You stop, and look down at the fox.
It looks up at you with wiley, sparkling eyes and what appears to be a big grin for a mouth.
The fox says, 'Lose something?'
'Yes', you answer, I have lost my
way.'
The fox's grin doesn't seem to
change, as he says, 'I never get
lost, do you know why?'
You sigh and say, 'No.'
The fox says, 'because I mark my
territory. I and other animals use our urine for many things. One of those, is to not get lost. That's why the fox is wiley.'
'Do you know the way out of this
forest fox', You ask.
'Of course, but why would I help you when your kind has been so unkind to my kind? Is their a price on your pelt as well?'
'Well, No,' you say, but not all Humans are the same. I don't kill fox!'
'No,' the fox echoed? But you do kill.
Why do you wear the skin of a cow on your feet?'
'Its called leather, and we have been using it forever. We have no choice, We would have froze to death, we need it for clothing.'
The fox shakes his head, and slowly turns to walk away. After a few feet, He stops and says, 'Are you coming?'
You say, 'Sure, but why are you helping me?'
The fox answers, 'Because it's the
right thing to do. I cannot be the
great wily fox with no honor.'

It doesn't take long, maybe half
hour before you are at the edge of the forest, where you entered.
The sun has gone down now, and
the dusk is illuminated by a rising
super moon, brighter than any moon you can remember.
The fox says, 'Here you are! Safe and sound Human.'
'Thank you very much fox', You say with great relief in your voice.
'Your welcome. Don't forget us!' he says as he darts off into the trees.

Suddenly, alone... Out under the moon and the stars, with nothing in between gave a feeling of connection.
Like, the Trip Through A Forest was a life lesson. Everything that was said was profound in Humility, Nature,
Honesty and Wisdom.

Feeling quite relieved now, and realizing that your experience is over, you start toward your vehicle.
Immediately seeing what an unnatural thing it is, not symbient with the planet, destructive to the atmosphere which is vital for all life...
You decide to walk home.

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What will it take for Humankind to be one with the planet again?
Is there hope for change?
Can we change the course of this
ultimately destructive path?
To embrace preservation and
conservation?
To make things out of natural
products that the earth provides,
that can go back into the earth
without harming it?
To find alternative protein sources that don't include the butchering of another species so we can exist?
To want only what we need to live, instead of creating a false reality fed by unbridled lust and covetousness?
To fall back into the natural order
of day and night. Summer and
winter. Light and darkness.
To be the balance keepers of all
that is for us to know, and use
fairness with each other, instead
of constant exploitation of each
others goods.

I do not support drug use, or
encourage anyone to try Psilocybin.
If you do, do not do it alone. Have someone with you that can remind you of reality and keep you calm if things get intense. This is for your own good. Again, I do not recommend
doing hallucinagens.
This was for the purpose of
presenting an idea of what the
animals in our world think of us,
and to encourage the idea of
becoming more symbient with our world.
This story is to encourage deeper critical thinking, and enlighten those that are still seeking the answer to who we are, and why we are here.

We are here, because Life is a
beautiful gift, unfortunately being
squandered and exploited.
We are the image of The Creator
of time and space, and that has no face, except Awesome it is within us, as it is everywhere at once and at the same time, guiding matter through
frequencies not understood by the Human mind. It is the life essence, Forever opposing darkness and death.
It can be seen in the first breath of a baby as it enters this world. It can be felt in the wind, whether it be angry or soothing. Destructive or cooling.
It is in everything, everywhere, and it is all according to a precise design
that has been corrupted by Pride.
We are here to earn our way back to
what we once were.
Natural.

Blessings brothers and sisters.
May Our Hearts Change For The
Sake Of All That We Know. 🙏

The End... If We Don't. ✌️🖖

April 2nd. 2021
© Michael W. Taylor