Sometimes It Feels Like Nothing Is Sacred In 2019. When I First Started Smoking Weed My Friends Would

Sometimes It feels like nothing is sacred in 2019. When I first started smoking weed my friends would often tease me for my ritual surrounding my smoking sessions and how much effort I put into creating the perfect environment for what they called “just getting stoned”. I was met with this same attitude when I went to college and started using psychedelics. I would wonder the woods every day after class for weeks in search of that perfect spot that just felt right for taking mushrooms. Although I don’t have much Native blood in me, I grew up around Native American culture in Cherokee and I got to see the sacred sweat lodges and holy places that were preserved by the people there. I always had respect for these places where elders would go to be alone with themselves and the mountain and that inspired me to treat my own spirituality similar and make my own sacred places in the woods when I was a teenager. When I tried marijuana for the first time at 18 I instantly knew this was the missing ingredient for the spaces I made, I needed a plant teacher. One thing led to another, first it was mushrooms, then lsd, and ultimately I stumbled onto a somewhat large amount of DMT. During this time I spent a lot of time in the forest tripping while my friends huddled in small apartments smoking weed and playing video games. I just feel like these plants were given to us by the earth for so much more than what the majority use them for. Just my 2 cents. Hope y’all are having a wonderful Saturday evening filled with mystery and wonder! Sincerely, your friend Karl.