Here we are, letting go.

A message from the mycelium.

Dear friends,

Since we are all part of one mycelial web, nothing that happens on an outer/global stage does not also affect each of us individually. Many of us are feeling a mix of intense emotions as we process the results of the U.S. elections. No matter our politics and beliefs, we cannot help but absorb the undulations of emotion that are moving through the collective — both positive and negative. In the midst of all this, I am reminded of a mycelial perspective:

The word “mycelium” is less a noun and more something that arises out of a process. Mycelium is made up of hyphae, tiny individuals who each make decisions of their own — to transfer or search for nutrients, to grow, to turn, each one with it’s own mysterious consciousness which we cannot yet understand. On their own, they do not form an individual organism, but together, they “myceliate” into an greater whole which can sense its environment and has a whole life cycle ending in a fruiting body: a mushroom.

For me, this process of “myceliating” is a wonderful metaphor for what it means to be human as well. Individually, we have our own lives, our own decisions to make. We have a body that can go forward, backward, left, right, and sometimes up or down. But our true meaning and purpose only arises out of the Whole of which we are a part — the whole of life, the One consciousness which forms the substrate of All That Is.

I find this perspective particularly reassuring in times like these — it points us toward what is most true and real, that we are a part of something much larger than any of our individual needs or beliefs, and that this truth binds us together far beyond the confines of a four year election cycle or any other human-made concepts.

Last time I was with my friends, the sacred psilocybin mushrooms, they gave me a message which I would like to share with you here. It is not the voice of an individual being, or even a group of beings who spoke through me. It was the voice of life itself, like an echo reverberating through a trillion voices. The mushrooms allowed me to hear this message, but I believe it is always available to us if we are still and humble enough to hear it.

Thank you, for taking the time to listen.

Love,
Hakim

Decree of Little Mushroom for the Year 2024

I stand here, gifted with the immense honor of being a translator for all the beings of the Earth, who wish to make their voices known:

For us there is only now 
and here we are
letting go.

We invite you to come tread amongst us and feel what we feel.

listen to the sounds of our limbs falling as we let go of parts of ourselves that are no longer needed. 

These are the sounds of growth
of aliveness,
even in the midst of letting go.

It is so sweet to be alive on this earth

We feel so blessed by the sun and the rain and the moon every day

We live in this experience of now 
completely

There’s nowhere else to go.