Whilst I was spending the weekend at my stepfather's,. I spent two valuable hours wasting away staring at the flickering screen proudly displaying a feature length,. "Bear",. and might I say,. A hell of a show. What made this unheard of film worthy of recognition here?… Well,. first let me give a brief summary of it's plot. The film follows a bear cub who lost his mother to a tragic accident of a falling rock to the skull,. The cub then meets up with a dominating male counter part who shows him the ways of the wild. It was really kind of cheesy but the importance lies in the clutches of one key scene in which the cub,. "comes of age" by means of a trip on Hallucinogenic (Strophariaceae Psilocybe) Mushrooms. Shortly following his mis-consumption of the drug, the cub falls into a life-altering dream state where he learns the depth of his existance. Whilst watching the story unfold on the screen before me, I couldn't help but be reminded of my own spiritual journey with the common shroom… So a quick Story?,.. Okay here goes,… It was late that fourth of July, and drugs were at an all time high in terms of accesibility. So naturally my friends and I decided to take full advantage of the evenings festivities and we all threw down for a passell of Magic Mushrooms,. Ahhh,.. I remember it like it was last night. There we were,. me and twelve of my closest high shcool friends,. sitting on that grassy hill over looking Lake Buchanan, with the night's moon hanging in a cloudless, stary sky, sofly luminating our local surroundings. As the mind changing substance slowly started its onset, I began to notice some odd effects that were now being made apparant as hallucinations. To explain this as simply as possible,.. my twelve compatriots were no longer seperate entities,. they had become peices of myself. So instead of seeing my friends,. what I saw was a seperate part of my own personality,… Just like I had been divided and rationed out to the people I saw before me. We had the tripped out kid,. the smart observer the witty conversationalists and those who were just soaking in all the enjoyment of the night. and,. I for a large part of the evening sat stary eyed studying all the mannerisms I saw comparing every one to myself and trying to prove that what I was seeing was in fact the noble truth I had been seeking for the better part of a year. Of course as the effects wore off, my senses inevitably came back but only after a centuries' worth of experiences flew by, back there on that small town night,… Its been said that every time you trip on drugs like shrooms or acid your supposed to learn something either about your self or about your existance. Now,. I've only tripped one time, but I'd say that the experience deffinately qualifies as a spiritual journey,. The only bad part is,.. I didn't get answers,. just more questions,. leading to more problems in my life… Now that I think of it,. that was around the time in my life when I was really into pot,. and the time that my mind underwent the most "expansion". The way I see it, is that I kind of quite too early,. I went through this enormous phase in my life of finding questions regarding my place in the world but didn't get to go through the next phase where my questions would either be answered or at least find something to fill the void that now existed,. It can kind of be compared to being stuck in pergatory,. an in-between place where people still need to find key information for there reason for being. But perhaps,. the fact that I now have this blog says in itself that I've taken steps to get myself out of that phase and on with my life. I just have to let go of alot of the problem areas that stem from that mind altering phase in my life.