My second psilocybin trip arrived months after the first, welcoming me back to a familiar yet enigmatic realm. The initial journey had unlocked dream portals that whisked me away to lives across time and space. One vivid dream transported me to a past era in Spain, where cobblestone streets echoed with the clip-clop of horses’ hooves, the primary mode of transportation. In this dream, I felt the rough texture of cobblestones beneath my feet as I approached a group of majestic horses, experiencing it both as an observer and a participant.

The dream abruptly shifted as chaos erupted. I witnessed a child frozen in the path of a galloping horse, startled by someone approaching it. The trampling took both the child and me, the observer, by surprise. Strangely, this dream mirrored a deep-seated fear I’ve harbored since childhood, despite my fascination with horses. Even though I adore these creatures, a lingering fear has always kept me at a distance, one I’ve never managed to shake off.

As a child, I carried an inexplicable sense of foreboding, a belief that my life would be cut short before adulthood. Perhaps it stemmed from a past memory or merely childhood imagination, but it left an indelible mark on my psyche. Could this fear be rooted in a distant memory, unlocked by the psychedelic journey?

Months later, during another psilocybin session, I once again delved into my subconscious. The world shimmered with golden hues, and I found myself in ancient Egypt, surrounded by towering pyramids and enigmatic relics. Amidst this surreal landscape, an Egyptian figure reminiscent of Anubis, the jackal-headed god of the afterlife, emerged. His piercing gaze seemed to penetrate my very soul, delving into the depths of my being.

This encounter led me to explore the concept of the Akashic Records, the cosmic repository of all existence. It felt as if Anubis and the Akashic Records were guiding me towards a greater understanding of the afterlife, nudging me to remember forgotten truths. This revelation resonated deeply with my childhood fascination with ancient Egypt, a passion that had waned but now surged back with renewed intensity.

Reflecting on these experiences, I couldn’t help but wonder if they were breadcrumbs leading me towards a deeper understanding of myself and the universe. Perhaps, as they say, children are closer to the spirit world, and these experiences were meant to awaken something dormant within me, something waiting to be remembered.