Psilocybin Files: Psilocybin Therapy for Alcoholism Part IV

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Rick and Morty Picture

It seemed like I was watching a movie slowed way down, and as the punches were being thrown, it was pitch blackout, and with the big group of people gathered, I didn’t have a clear vision of what was going on. There was a handful of people rolling around on the ground like a dog drying off after having a bath. It looked like the Tasmanian Devil tornado with dirt flying and fists and feet popping out of the dust storm every so often. I approached the twister and witnessed some fat dude, my height, punch buddy in the back of the head. Naturally, I tried to grab his neck with my right arm, but as I leapt towards him, he back up, and I forgot how sore my ankle was.

Early that day, I did a spinning back kick where I kicked this beer bottle about 6 feet high on a Beersbee pole. Beersbee is a game where you put these metal poles in the ground across from one another, about 20 feet apart or so. On top of these metal, poles form a “Y” shape at the top where they have little stands on top shaped like coaters, and you put a beer bottle on each coaster slap. In pairs, you through a frisbee from your pole to the opponent’s pole trying to knock the beer bottles off, and you get the point if the bottle hits the ground. If it hits the ground, the opponents have to jug their drinks. When I did a spinning back kick and knocked a beer bottle off with my Achilles tendon, it had gotten cut pretty bad. I spent a couple of weeks with a limp.

Magic Mushrooms Picture
Magic Mushrooms Picture

As I tried to grab the fat man’s neck that was punching my buddy in the back of the head, I slipped last minute, and the pain of my ankle prevented me from getting into the position I was trying. If I had been successful, I would have had that fat ass in a rear-naked, and he would have been out in seconds. Instead, I missed it. Then he turned around and still can remember vividly how fucking ridiculous this fatty looked as he came towards me, swinging his fat little arms in a circular motion. I remember thinking at the time that this poor fat bastard has not a clue what his drunk ass was doing. I felt terrible at how badly I’m about to kick him in the face with my good leg and shin.

As I was slowly backing up, I was timing it when he tired himself out, which would have been fast than when I figured out his pattern. I was stepping off to the side a bit to position the perfect head kick, and then my girlfriend shrieked and jumped in front of me, and fatty turned around and went back to the circle jerk of the original fight. Meanwhile, back at the now group fight, the chick sitting by herself with her dog tried to break it up, took a random fist to the right cheekbone, and had a nice-looking purple shiner.

Magic Mushrooms Picture
Magic Mushrooms Picture

Fatty and his friends went cowering back to their little area off to the backside of the campsite. The rest of us went and sat back by the fire around 1 am or so. As I was looking around at everyone at the fire, I had a vision of seeing alcohol being the root of all of the issues that had happened from the time we got there when buddy got his jaw broke to moments beforehand when that chick got a wicked shiner. I have also seen alcohol being the root of some issues from 10 years or better to recent times. I was looking around at the fire and listening to the mindless drunk conversations happening all around me. Everyone who had a drink in their hand, the alcohol was like in ultra-HD, and the rest of my visibility was like the first coloured televisions. It wasn’t a good look on anyone.

That camping trip happened almost two years ago now, and I have drank alcohol maybe three times since then. Though, I had possibly drunk ten times, if that in the last five years before that trip. I did drink in the previous two years. I remember that trip out camping, and the alcohol almost repulses me. To me, it’s like drinking poison that has no positive benefits. I have zero interest in it, and if I think about it, I think of the camping trip and how gross it is. I haven’t drank at all this year (2021), and I most likely won’t touch that shit again. Psilocybin therapy had worked perfectly. Psilocybin depression can be cured through mushrooms.

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Molecule Picture

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