My Dad has been sober throughout most of his life and for whatever reason, he decided to eat shrooms today. At first, I was taken back by his sudden interest in psychedelics. It struck me as odd because he was always distraught over my drug use as an adolescent and he mostly subscribed to the mentality that all drugs are evil. So, I asked him why he took up such an interest in Shrooms. He told me that he has noticed how stoic I have become since I started growing & consuming magic mushrooms.

Afterward, I asked him if he still wanted to experience it and he nodded yes. So, I talked him through the concept of set & setting and then measured out 6 grams of Golden Teachers for him to take alone. Just kidding, I measured out 1.3 grams and sat with him in the living room. We had the most wholesome discussion that lasted 3 to 4 hours. I sat there and listened to him talk about his life. And, honestly, it made me tear up because I have never heard my Father genuinely speak without a negative connotation. He laughed, he smiled, and then he finally went to bed.

This was one of the best moments of my life & I thought I would share it with you all. Thanks for taking the time to read my post.

Edit; Holy shit this blew up haha. Thanks for the love!

He really enjoyed the experience & he wants to try a slightly larger amount next time.

Quick background: we live with my mom. My side is very heavily Italian. My mom grew up in Italy. My husband is best described as a southerner(family all in Alabama for 200+ years). He is not a good cook at all. He once burnt ramen.

He's been going through a tough time. His dad died 2 months ago. He wanted to do a large dose. His wording was he wanted to take a large dose and follow the advice alot of people give for a heroic dose(dark room, alone, everything turned off, etc). He took 12g of shrooms.. proceeded to go extremely catatonic, spaced out, etc.

When he came out of it the next day, He seemed very at peace and declared that he realized he was an Italian chef in a past life.. me and my mom were both very amused because he has never been a good cook.

He proceeded to say that he was gonna make spaghetti for dinner and he'd make the sauce from scratch. Me and my mom didn't say anything but a "ah... ok..". He cooked it that night. We were expecting a disaster. Especially because we watched him just wing it. He didn't look up any instructions or measure anything. He said that he couldn't remember specifics but making it felt like "muscle memory".

This motherfucker made the best sauce I've ever tasted. My mom was rattled and said it was the best she's ever tasted and it was far superior to hers(and that's not something she'd ever easily admit). She even called it "perfect". Every single person who tasted it was amazed by it.

The main question going through my mind right now is "what the fuck?".

Credit goes to fungfactoryfarms on IG