A Journey Beyond the Veil: My Experience With Magic Mushrooms

It began after sunset. The sky melted into lavender as I prepared to step into another world. My guide—a close friend trained in ceremonial mushroom journeys—led me through meditation and journaling to focus my intentions. She cleansed me and the space, ensuring I was protected from whatever was about to happen, before tucking me into a nest of blankets and pillows.

With an eye mask covering the outside world, I surrendered completely, unmoving for the next seven hours, journeying far beyond the walls of that room.

Enter the Dreamscape

I was dropped into a dreamscape: I saw myself in a bright green meadow, sitting beneath a giant red mushroom. I was wearing a nude silk gown, draped elegantly over my body, and apart from my pointed ears, I looked like myself.

Then, from the outskirts of the meadow, two familiar figures approached: one, a four-year-old version of me; the other, a version of me that had at least eight decades under her belt. They sat beside me, calm, wise, and entirely unbothered. Just as the effects of the medicine started to deepen—and a little fear crept in—my younger self reached for my hand. No words, just warmth. She grounded me in a love so deep it felt like a protective shield.

The Hauntings: A Revelation

In the days leading up to the ceremony, I’d been experiencing strange occurrences—lights flickering, electronics glitching, doors opening on their own. I even tried to get an exorcism. It was eerie, but I never felt threatened. Still, a part of me worried that the ceremony might invite negative energies.

So as I sat under my giant mushroom with my past and future selves, they asked: Why weren’t you scared during these hauntings?

I mean, I should have been. After all, I’m an adult woman who still runs from the wall and jumps into bed after turning off the lights at night. But for some reason, the hauntings hadn’t freaked me out.

When I couldn’t explain why, they did.

I wasn't afraid because the I recognized the energy causing the disturbances. It was familiar because it was mine. I was haunting myself, and I could do this because time is not linear. Just as they were sitting with me now, those strange experiences were simply fragments of my own energy—my soul existing in different moments, folding in on itself.

This also why I continued to increase the dosage at the start of the ceremony without apprehension. I’d already been here. My soul already knew the way.

At this point, we were maybe an hour in, and I was already deep in an Interstellar-level reality check. I know how ridiculous it sounds, but the message was clear: Everything I will ever do, I’ve already done. Every decision, every experience, every path—already written. I can’t make the “wrong” choice, because the moment I choose, it becomes the right one by making it a reality.

Messages From The Other Side

As the medicine grew stronger, the mushrooms began to whisper truths through the vessels of my younger and older selves. My soul was calling me to South America. My connections and community from Bali are gifts I must carry into the next chapter. It was time to start the blog I’d been thinking about for months. It even gave me the name: No Wasted Days.

I tried to memorize these learnings, repeating them over and over so I wouldn't forget, when suddenly, another figure emerged from the meadow—it was my cat, Lexie. Lexie had passed two years earlier, and she was my soulmate in every sense of the word. Not a day had gone by in the past 20 years (when she was alive or dead) without me thinking about her. And now, here she was, telling me she was a spirit guide of mine, no less. There wasn’t—isn't—a single doubt in my mind that this was truly her, and that she had crossed some threshold to meet me here. I've never felt so sure about anything.

Side Note: When it was time for her to go, Lexie promised to send a sign—green butterflies. Two days later, still deep in integration and barely leaving my villa, I stepped outside to grab a food delivery. Right there, swirling around the only tree on my street, was a swarm of green butterflies. Hey girl hey! This wasn't the first time she'd sent a sign.

It is hard to tell because of the vibrancy of the tree but there were dozens of green butterflies!

I Am Protected

When Lexie left, another spirit guide appeared—a dragon. And not just any dragon—this one was mine. A protector.

As we stood together, a wave of uninvited energy tried to break through. An influx of spirits, seeking entry. But my dragon and I? We handled it. I climbed onto it's back, sword in hand, and we fought them off together like a battle scene in a fantasy epic.

Side note: When I came out of the ceremony, I told my guide I swore there was construction happening in the real world—like jackhammers and drills. She laughed and said there wasn’t, but judging by our exhausted, tangled-hair, post-battle states, we had been deep in some kind of spiritual demolition work.

And when the dust settled? Hundreds of animals appeared in my mind’s eye, morphing one into another—each a guide, each a protector. Even after I took my blindfold off, their shapes lingered in the light fixtures, the curtains, everywhere.

I had never felt so protected.

Another World

Eventually, I found myself in a different realm altogether—a shimmering, surreal place that felt like a mix of mermaid and fae worlds. If I'm being honest, it looked a bit like an abandoned club from another dimension, with glittering pink and turquoise decor and strange elevator music playing softly in the background.

It felt like a liminal space between journeys, a sort of purgatory before my transition back to Earth. I drifted through the cosmos as this universe fell away.

The Aftermath

When the ceremony ended, I felt changed—expanded yet more myself than ever before. Mushrooms, like Ayahuasca, each have their own worldview. What they teach depends on what you’re ready to hear.

They showed me many things that night. But the most important lesson?

Trust myself. Trust my magic. Trust the journey.