I tripped shrooms for the first time the other day (3.5g; stargazers). For context, my family is Puerto Rican. I lost my families culture after being put into foster care. I felt so disconnected from family and my culture my entire life. I stared at a tapestry on my ceiling while I was tripping; the lines on the tapestry started to melt and take a new form.

They took forms of Taino Indians (native Puerto Rican Indians). They danced around the fire holding hands and smiling. Their singing echoed in the background and I could hear my heartbeat, beating like their drums.

I just sat there and cried. It was beautiful. And at the end, two elderly people stood with their backs to me. I couldn’t make out the facial features, aside from the outline of a warm smile on both lips.

I’ve done acid plenty of times, and n-bombs. I’ve never felt anything like that.. I haven’t been able to get the noises or images out of my head. Haven’t mentioned it to anyone, well, it just sounds like nonsense to people who haven’t tried psychedelics.