What are Your Intentions of Growing Mushrooms?
I do not support growing mushrooms for profit.
I do not support using mushrooms recreationally.
Please do not use the information on this blog to do either of those things.
I know I can't stop you, but I hope that you will honor my request.
My intentions of creating this blog is for those people that recognize the sacred nature of this medicine, and want to grow these mushrooms for medicine.
I stand with my indigenous sisters and brothers who have brought
this medicine to us. They see psilocybin as a sacred medicine, as do I. I hope you will also recognize this as well.
Why Grow Your Own Mushrooms?
If you are using these mushrooms for medicine, you might need that medicine more often than you think. Some people only need one dose every few years, kind of like a check up.
Others, like myself, need this medicine every 3-4 weeks. Or maybe you are someone that is interested in microdosing.
Whatever the reason, it's nice to not have to buy your mushrooms from sketchy strangers. I did not want to support the underground "drug" culture. I wanted this sacred medicine for exactly that - medicine!
I wanted to know and to control how those mushrooms were being grown, and with what products.
I didn't even recognize how important intentions were, but now this is my biggest I want to grow my own.
Mushrooms will suck up the intentions of the people growing them. If you grow them in love and light, they will give you more love and light. You can feel that love and light in your journey.
If you grow them for profit, they will tell you and show you that they are angry, and that this is not right.
Why Have I Made This Blog?
I have spent hundreds of hours putting all this information together. Why have I done this?
Freedom
Psilocybin has given me my life back. I have suffered in the darkness of suicidal depression for over a decade. I used to spend over 6-8 hours in bed each day, unable to function as a mom, wife, sister, daughter, community member, and church member.
I started taking psilocybin mushrooms for my suicidal bipolar depression on Dec 11, 2022. My life will never be the same. I have been given a second chance to live! I have energy! I don't have suicidal thoughts anymore. I want to make love to my husband. I want to spend time with my children. I'm volunteering in my community and at my church again.
- I am free -
It felt like I was caged up in my dark room, all by myself. It felt like my husband was dragging my sick carcass around with him, trying his best to hold up the family by himself. I can't tell you how many times I would enter my house with the image of being put into a prison cell.
So now... it is my purpose and my passion to turn around and help those that are coming behind me. I am turning around, to pull my other brothers and sisters out of their own darkness of hell.
This beautiful sacred medicine can do that! YOU can do that!
Your Intentions Matter
I'm a very conservative religious woman. I never thought in a million years that God would lead me to use psilocybin mushrooms as a medicine. Never did I imagine I would be making a blog on how to grow those mushrooms.
When I felt God leading me (as well as my psychiatrist) to psilocybin, I had no idea where to start with it. Thee first and most difficult hurdle was trying to find the mushrooms, from not a sketchy source.
As I stated above, I have very conservative friends. I do have some friends that used to know people that grew mushrooms. I asked everyone. I asked everyone to ask their people as well.
Nothing. No mushrooms in sight.
Four months pass.
At the end of October 2022, I feel an urgent call from God to sign up to be a facilitator of psilocybin in the state of Oregon. I start applying to the different schools. I get accepted into a school early November 2022. Someone had dropped out and their spot was open!
I was in this class early December, when a fellow classmate posted a link to a store in Portland, Oregon that were selling mushrooms to the general public. This was against the law in the state of Oregon... but there they were... mushrooms!
I saw this article on a Tuesday. I knew instantly that I needed to go to Portland to buy these mushrooms. The next day off my husband had was on Friday, that was when I would plan on going.
However, God knew something that I didn't. I felt a STRONG urge that I needed to go the next day - Wednesday!
Portland is a 4 hour drive away. The lines at the mushroom shop were anywhere from 4-8 hours long. I'm a stay-at-home mom. Who was going to take care of my kids while my husband was at work?
I called in my people. I asked them to pick up my kiddos, and to be on call during the day if one of them got sick. I ordered pizza for dinner.
I drove up to Portland Wednesday morning, and got home later that night around 2am, with what I thought would be a year supply of mushrooms. Come to find out it was about 4 months worth.
The next day... literally 17 hours after I had purchased those mushrooms, the Portland mushroom shop was closed down. If I had waiting until Friday like I first wanted to, then I would not have got the mushrooms.
This was inspiration from God. Thank you God!!
These Portland psilocybin mushrooms (there were 4 different strains that I had bought), were the mushrooms that I took for the first 4 months. The journey's were healing and the medicine was working.
However, in almost every journey I had, the mushrooms told me how angry they were that they were being used for people to gain money. The mushrooms I bought from Portland, were mushrooms that were grown by a corporation. Their only purpose in growing the mushroom was to earn money.
The mushroom sucked up that energy! The mushrooms were offended! I totally agreed with them. It literally hurts my heart when this sacred medicine is used recreationally or sold for huge profits.
I love that little cartoon above, where it looks like the mushroom is gagging and sick. That is EXACTLY the way that the mushrooms told me they felt, and they way I did as well.
It wasn't until the 5th journey I had, that I used my home grown mushrooms.
What a difference!! I could FEEL the intentions of the love, faith, and hope that I had put into those mushrooms through prayer, through my singing to them, through talking to them and telling them how much I loved them.
I even had one of my ancestors tell me in a journey that they had been waiting for me to use my mushrooms all along. They had helped me grow those mushrooms.
I was shown a vision of angels walking beside me, whispering in my ear as I tended to my mushrooms.
As I would open the lid of one of the bins of mushrooms, I would know what needed to be done. Thoughts would come to me....
"Hold off on watering. There is enough."
"This one needs A LOT more water. MORE! MORE! Okay, that's good."
"This one just needs more humidity. Spray only the sides of the bin, not the actual mushrooms."
"Time to harvest that one!"
I remember telling my husband about this. I knew that my prayers were being answered, and that I had help. I had never done this before. I'm not a great gardener. How else would I have possibly known what to do?
There is only one answered - I was helped by my ancestors that God sent to me.
It was only months later that I was shown in a vision those helpers standing next to me, whispering in my ear what needed to be done, or what needed to be held off.
I feel so blessed, so honored, and so privileged to have been trusted with this. Because of these blessings, I have felt a strong urge to share this information with others that are wanting to grow their own medicine too.
So here we are. Are you ready to join me in this depression revolution?!?
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