Buoyed by a small find up at Eastwood golf course earlier in the week, I headed up to my favourite spot, the magical ridge of Boglairoch, to see if my usual haunts were 'occupied'. Of course, we're talking magic mushrooms here... liberty caps.... food & insight. Normally, around the Glasgow area, mid-August is when they start appearing. Small flushes appear here and there but you need the eye of a hawk and the nose of a badger to find them. Later on in the year, September through to the first frosts of early November, they begin appearing more profusely, and are slightly easier to spot. Nevertheless, you need to know your territory, like an animal knows its home range, to uncover these little titbits of magic. And it's truly amazing how they appear in the same place year after year, the soil and the particular micro-environment being perfect for its flourishing.
Along the ridge of Boglairoch, they still appear, although the Forestry Commission have done their best to thwart this by staking ten foot deer fences right next to it, cordoning off what I once called in a poem The Wildflower Meadows of Boglairoch, for the planting of spruce trees, which of course never got past their initial stages due to the forestry commission's obvious ineptitude. Yesterday, I found only ten, but one of them was so big that it could easily have counted as ten on its own. Added to the twenty I found up at Eastwood I had myself a modest trip - a return (one hopes) ticket maybe not as far as Jupiter and the outer reaches of the galaxy but certainly to the moon, and maybe even to Mars!
It's a wonderful thing, travelling the valley for insight, collecting and re-collecting Mind. One sees things on mushrooms that one cannot see elsewhere. There are revelations, epiphanies, and insights. One quickly realizes that one's Mind has been kept down by a system of living that has been corrupted and deluded by technological grandeur, and pathological fixation. Insight reveals that all action is absurd, where action is a matter of doing that which is not essential. Insight also reveals that man is also absurd, for he acts, and he does, where he needn't have to. All agony stems from man's actions. This is the root of his karma...
Soon, with discipline (all psychotropic substances require it in abundance), and application of this fresh way of seeing, one can dispel karma entirely, and release the self from what Buddhists call the cycle of birth and death. When one is so released, one becomes one. For one is aligned now with the essential, and with one's essence.
This is the nature of Being...
At the top of The Bastard.... looking back down to a grey laden city.
The Amalfi Coast, aka. Port Glasgow, Greenock, and Gourock... ;)
Lurking in the undergrowth....
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