I hadn’t taken any psychedelics for ages.
Then I wondered if I’d be able to refuse the kaleidoscopic – potential and sheer charm this little wooden bar presented me with.
Tie-dye hammocks were suspended from the trees like multi-coloured banana-peels. The wind was gently sweeping through the bamboo chimes.
There were neon paintings of Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison on the walls. Jellyfish-like lights hung from all around and when the wind blew through their tentacles it looked like they were encouraging me to come join them. (Note: no mind-altering substances had been taken. Yet.)
So I went in.
“The Fungal Proprietor” was the title I instinctively came up with when I saw the guy behind the bar!
I had received reports from highly credible sources that “Happy Shakes” were being served all around the island. I simply couldn’t pass the opportunity by to try it. After all, this establishment was cut out for introspection.
I ordered one giant stainless steel camp mug, filled to the brim with mushrooms and tea.
As Mr. Mong, “The Proprietor”, placed the mug in front of me he proclaimed in broken English: “You see Pink Elephant on Moon!”
Roughly an hour after finishing my tea an aged English gentleman parked his motorbike next to mine and came strolling into this hippie-haven.
He offered to buy me a beer and I gladly accepted (can’t turn a beer-offer down). We struck up an astonishingly intimate conversation as soon as we sat down. I was sure I’d met this man before, somewhere.
He told me that he was on his way to visit his youngest son in Malaysia. He came by boat because he’s not an avid flyer (oblivious to the fact that I was rapidly making my way to the moon, or so claimed Mr. Mong.)
We discussed religion, sailing, music, poetry, the weather, smoking and a myriad of other topics.
Bill (the old bloke) and I got along very well and I sensed a pure connection even though he was 42 years older than I was. We even confessed our hopes and dreams as well as past failures.
This kinship seems to be interwoven between people who left their loved-ones behind to roam the earth in search of ultimate freedom.
A universal consciousness.
Psychedelics tend to create an illusion of connectedness. It’s up to you to seize this connection and add significance to the oneness felt between two spirits.
The psilocybin in my system obviously exaggerated my perception greatly, but the exchange felt genuine and utterly unique.
Discussing oceans and mountains with a stranger offers you a brand- spanking new outlook on life. It also reminds you that there is always a phenomenal experience somewhere waiting to be lived!
When this stranger resembles a family member or friend so clearly, it proves that every human is connected, sometimes in strange ways.
Whether it be on your own, or with family and friends, make sure you notice the beauty and simplicity that everyday experiences offer.
Here I was stalking pink elephants on the moon and I ran into someone I’ve never met, but already knew very well! As if we’d lived the same lives thousands of kilometers apart and in totally different era’s.
Embrace every chance to get to know someone, for this experience has changed my perception profoundly. It has enabled me to see through the clutter of daily life straight to the things that make breathing worthwhile.
Be happy, be more!
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