Amanita Muscaria: the Book of the Empress

During one magical winter night, after first experimenting with this mushroom, I was transported through a dimensional portal and received an incredible download of information. This left me questioning why I, a writer of some reputation, was singled out for such a unique experience. So I began to read all the literature available on this…

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Driekwart aller Belgen is beneveld.

Zeg niet dat ik jullie niet heb gewaarschuwd. 2.3 miljoen Belgen verslaafd aan één specifieke klasse harddrugs. Een harddrug waarvan het moeilijker afkicken is dan van heroïne. Ik herhaal dit even in vette letters voor de scannende psyborg: moeilijker dan heroïne. https://nos.nl/artikel/2473227-een-op-de-vijf-belgen-krijgt-verslavende-slaappillen-voorgeschreven Niet meegeteld zijn de via internet bestelde benzodiazepines. De andere helft van Belgie…

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Love grief / Cold / Wrell / On a shoestring

Love grief My friend said: it will be fine, stay calm.Study how to make yoghurt.It will come all by itself after the infection. Let it restin a friendly environmentwith pleasant temperature. My friend is a Turk.They like to put yoghurt on everything. I’m Dutch, I believe in plumping.You have to rock a lot for that.…

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Cemetery Gates / Armchair

Cemetery Gates A dreaded sunny dayso I meet you at the cemetry gates.Bilderdijk and Beets are on your side. A dreaded sunny dayso I meet you at the cemetry gates.Bilderdijk and Beets are on your side,while Herman Gorter is on mine. So we go inside and we gravely read the stonesall those people, all those…

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Poetry / Half-human

Poetry The mouth is a cynical sensebecause it has to eat. Other sensesdon’t grind it, but the mouthbecame breadwinner. Miles of intestines ending in the lure of lipswith which the mouth recountsfood and words to the cliffs of teeth. The eye is always on holiday.The nose only snobbing windand coquetry. And the ear, ah, useless…

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Marianne en Johan Niklasson about the NOW mushroom

Nice discussion about the ever-picking up amanita movement that will change humanity, When I first used this mushroom I felt it is the most important tool to transform humanity back into what it was supposed to be. Beautiful beings that are celebrating life all the time, instead of people hoodwinked by dystopia into dimmed beings.…

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Rooster / Distance

Rooster In his black eyes flickerthe chip towns of the future. At night the reign of terror swingsthrough the grab bag of the run,a quizmaster without prizeswith always the right answer: Kukeleku. The world perishes.The world is going down. Kukeleku. * Distance What they can make of that, these days.World cities are built from distance,relationships…

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Amanita as a stimulant

It is almost impossible to imagine modern life without stimulants. Coffee, for instance, is one such stimulant – hardly anyone asks why you need a drug to feel awake, when that very question seems to me to be a rather essential one. I answer that question elsewhere, but there are types of people in our…

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Father / No Dummy

Father Hanging on the jukebox of time,his crest creaking with ultimate crestiness. His sallow leather jacket just not wideenough for his eternal youth.His eyes bombers. The apocalypse itselfshyly asking him for pocket money. * No dummy Rather the fjords of a real facethan such an outstretched future face. Something you can still descend into,with a…

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Interview with Laughing Dragon

Hey wait a minute.. I remember that fellow! I did an interview with him for my new books, he was still hovering around in South America at the time. He told me he wont do any sort of trips anymore without Amanita Muscaria, since the mushroom offers spiritual protection without which heavy trippingis more dangerous.…

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Snow / Banishment

Snow The world is frostedinto paper darkness. * Banishment How beautiful was your namewhen we no longer knew what to make of it.You disappeared into the mass of your rebellious bodyLike the chiselled, a long lostweight upon itself, sunlight. How lithelylight probes itself. You are the yield of a flower.The enumerated light of your name.…

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Recapitulation / Bee

RECAPITULATION An air of long summer twilights.Nancy soft and dreamy as a G. Nancy with fence.Nancy without fence.Nancy. Caught in the uproar of long kites,singular enough for a childhood. And the snowberriesstill hulking in their rosy blush,between groin bust and clipped almonds. Nancy swimbed of marzipan.Nancy with fence.Nancy without fence.Nancy. * Bee She would have…

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