

CULTIVATION MUSHROOM FARMS (Cont.)Now, aside from the natural beauty of the land and its people, there are in this special land, five farms, but they are unlike any farms that most people are familiar with, and as unfamiliar with these farms as most are, very few individuals will ever be able to experience the joy of knowing exactly what kind of pleasure the products of these farms bare for those who travel from afar seeking the fruits of the labors of the cultivars. Like the three wise men that traveled from afar while following a star, seeking the knowledge that something new was to be born and arriving at a certain point in their life, they eventually found that which they believed they were seeking. As the tale goes, it was the savior, a baby who would bring them joy, bring them to a new way of life that they had never before thought possible, a way of life they had never before known. So, in this beautiful land of Gouda, I observed those fellow intrepid travelers from distant lands and continents, citizens of humanities soul, psychonaut shroomers who have come from every corner of the earth to the Nederlands, the majority of which would come to visit the Smart Shops and Head Shops and coffee houses of Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Leiden and Utrecht, many to smoke the sacred ganja, nibble on the freely available marketed buttons of peyotl and many who would seek the sacred Fruits of the Gods , the very mushrooms which are the results of the very farms I speak to thee of. I, your fortunate teller of tales, am but one of the blessed few, like a mystic sage or a simple mage amongst dozens of my generation who have shared in turning on the world to the truth of the healing and power that numerous sacred plants our lord and creator has blest us with and I am honored to share with all of you who speak of the need to seek and know true knowledge, the secrets of the magic and healing powers these plants imbue upon those who partake of them. Although, I myself, am but a single spore amidst infinitesimal entities which are more uncountable than all the grains of sand upon the earth, am but just one humble servant of the sacred mushrooms amongst thousands of mycophiles who has spent, without any regret, a large majority of my life as an amateur ethnomycologist in good standing with those who became the scholars of the sacred shrooms, by listening to what they had to share. Because of my immense love for these sacred mushrooms, I have been most fortunate to be a part of their history and to record their historical time line and re-entry re-emergence into contemporary Western Civilization throughout the world. As I said before, "imagine." This I often say to myself, that I am so lucky that it is I who was not only privileged to partake in viewing a stunningly visual biomass of a mycelial network of growth bearing the 'Fruit of the Gods," that I realized this growth of fruiting bodies would soon give birth to a whole complex array of mysterious tryptamine alkaloidal compounds and that I would help others the doors tot heir minds and through these mushrooms I could introduce them to the possibilities of many brave new worlds of wonders all form the mushrooms given all of us on this planet by our creator. I should also mention, that while I observed these beautiful entities in their fruiting stages, I experienced the majestic waves echoing and reverberating through by soul and mind, a contact high while I visually explored and photographed the caverns of the cells where grew the sacred fungi. Can you image how wonderful it is to be able to walk amongst those mushrooms as if we were all but brothers of the same soil. I cannot fully convey to all of you, the feelings I encountered as I watched the harvesting of these mushrooms (Panaeolus subbalteatus) by the son of the master cultivator of these mushrooms, then observed the very mushrooms being packaged by the wife and friends of the family of the owners of the farm and watched as the individual packages were prepared for mass marketing to several hundred Smart Shops situated throughout the country. And yes, I, your humble storyteller, am honored to have had the privilege to see these wonderful sights. It was at this special farm, Fresh Mushrooms if Tiel, is unlike any other you have ever experienced. A farm with a special atmosphere. An atmosphere created to propagate the children of the spores, these cultivators of the special fungi are the progenitors of eternal mortality, they are the spreaders of the spores. Spores grown only so as to join you and others in a unique congress of unity with that there is and evermore shall be. This is a farm whose caretakers are there for you and one of their primary purposes in this lifetime, is to grow these sacred mushrooms for all of you who love them, as do I. A farm, with a small group of cultivators, whose only love of and for these special mushrooms, is that they wish to share them with you and the world. This is their gift to you, it is their love of the shrooms powers which shape their daily lives and activities. These are the fungi masters of cultivation. Such is their farm located in Tiel, an hour’s drive from Amsterdam and this is where our epic tale begins and ends. |


