We Got a Thing Goin’ On…
My Sacred Relationship with Psychedelics
For the last five years, I’ve been in a sacred relationship with psychedelics — more specifically, psilocybin mushrooms.
As of today, I’ve had three LSD trips, one DMT trip, and well over 250 mushroom journeys — anywhere from 3.5 grams to 12 grams at a time. My sweet spot is usually between five and nine.
Every week, I sit with them. A high dose followed by a microdose a few days later.
Five years strong — and we’re still learning each other.
I think mushrooms get a bad rap, especially in the Black community.
Growing up, if someone said you were “doing shrooms,” people called you crazy, weird, spaced out — gone. I’ve heard it all. And because of that stigma, I used to hide my practice. Even as mushrooms were healing me from the inside out, I stayed quiet.
But silence started to feel like self-betrayal.
So today, I’m done hiding.
I’m coming out to say it proudly: I take psychedelics.
And not only that — I stand on it. Because they’ve been one of the greatest blessings of my entire life.
I love mushrooms. I really can’t hide it anymore, because the inner essence of who I am won’t allow me to. If I just come out and say what I’m into — and stop caring what people think — then those who support me will keep doing so. And those who are curious can ask questions or simply come here and read about my journeys and what the mushrooms have taught me this week.
Breaking the Stigma
When I talk about mushrooms, I’m talking about healing — about meeting the parts of myself I buried under years of criticism, doubt, and low self-worth.
Mushrooms helped me hear myself again — beyond the noise of my own mind. They showed me the confident, peaceful, and worthy version of me that I had forgotten existed. They taught me to respect myself, which made me more aware of when others didn’t. They helped me build boundaries and, most importantly, peace.
The truth is, mushrooms loved me when I didn’t know how to love myself.
The Hidden Years
For a long time, I kept my journey private — mostly out of fear of judgment. But hiding came with a cost. It separated me from my truth.
This website is my sanctuary now — where I can share what I’m learning, what I’m feeling, and what I’m building. A space to reflect on my growth, my hobbies, my creative life, and the lessons the mushrooms teach me week by week.
How It All Began
My journey started during the pandemic, in the stillness of 2020.
The world was shut down, and everyone was searching for connection. Then came Clubhouse — that invite-only app where voices filled the void. One night, I stumbled into a room full of Black people talking about psychedelics. They spoke with honesty and wisdom — about transformation, healing, and liberation. I listened for hours. That moment changed me. It was the first time I saw reflections of myself in that world.
After that, I started researching everything — from the 70s hippie movement to Nixon’s ban on psychedelics, to the philosophies of Terence McKenna, who gave language to what I was starting to feel. Then I discovered Kilindi Iyi, a martial artist and Black psychonaut from Detroit known for taking heroic doses — up to 45 grams. His courage inspired me to explore deeply, but respectfully.
Eventually, I met a young grower in Brooklyn who showed me his mushroom lab. Watching him cultivate them with care felt like witnessing sacred alchemy. That day, I knew — this wasn’t “getting high.” This was ceremony.
The Relationship
McKenna called five grams a “heroic dose.” I started small — one gram, two grams — learning my body and my mind.
Weighing your mushrooms is crucial; safety and respect go hand in hand. Not all mushrooms are the same, and they deserve your awareness.
I always remind people: mushrooms are still illegal in most states, though places like Oregon and Colorado are changing that. Institutions like Johns Hopkins are even studying psilocybin for depression, addiction, and trauma.
It’s funny how something once labeled a drug might actually be the medicine humanity’s been missing.
In my experience, mushrooms aren’t drugs. They’re teachers. They’re mirrors. They’re medicine.
They give you what you need, not what you want. And they know how to humble you — with love.
Why I Share
If I sound passionate, it’s because I am.
I’ve seen what these sacred plants can do — not just for me, but for anyone brave enough to look inward. That’s why I created this space. To share my truth. To challenge the stigma. To let other Black men and women know: you can heal too. You can face yourself with honesty, grace, and courage — and come out lighter.
The mushrooms and I — we’ve got a thing goin’ on. They’ve been around for over 460 million years. They’ve watched the rise and fall of everything. And somehow, they chose to meet me right when I needed them most.
So this is my thank-you letter.
Thank you, mushrooms, for saving my life.
For showing me who I am.
For teaching me how to love — truly.
Much love,
Jermy
Oh Whale..
Boundaries. Today is all about boundaries. The jet fuel for true freedom, in my opinion is boundaries. I was never one to really establish boundaries for a long time because I was too busy “people pleasing” which does nothing but give people the green light to disrespect you. They’ll spot your weakness, whether it be consciously or subconsciously and take advantage of it and you. If I leave anything with you today, it is to never let anybody take advantage of you. Always stand up for yourself and stand firm on that belief.
The moment you continue to allow disrespect, and not check it as soon as you are aware of it, the more you gain a level of self-respect that cannot be measured. The amount of courage it takes to stand up for yourself should come from your freedom to not be bound to what people may think. Who cares? if you speak up for yourself for something you may think is right and if the person on the receiving end doesn’t like it or is resistant to your boundary, let their ass go. and if they don’t take it personal and respects your boundary, then that is a form of unconditional love. it is a respect factor that does nothing but build strong and healthy relationships everywhere. no matter the relationship. It can be with your parents, co-workers, a significant other and much more.
Now, this is easier said than done. only because there are a great number of people today that I have witnessed or heard about that are known pushovers. the only thing is, they don’t know that they are being pushed over. and for the ones who DO KNOW and not take immediate action and allows the disrespect, then you my friend are showing a great deal of cowardice. I pray that you find yourself and really take the time to love on yourself and look inward to what’s really happening and take action on spending a great deal of your time on that. That will take time, so you have to be patient with yourself. you have to give yourself time to heal. time to think about the great things that you love about yourself and continue to think on those things. the more you do that on a daily basis. that true “alone time” is sure to put you in a mindset that you are valuable and you must protect what is valuable at all times.
You can do it. Be strong. Be courageous. You will be surprised how people view you. especially if you care about what other people think, like I do. I still have work to do, but what I have learned during my time in unfolding more layers of myself, I realize that there is so much more love to give yourself. and the very people who’s views you care about, will end up being the other way around. You will find out, much like I did, is that the same people will look at you with a great deal of respect because you did the work to respect yourself, first. I hope the best for you today. I hope you learn how to stand firm on who you are and take the time to put in the work and earn the respect of yourself and in turn, others will respect you. and if they don’t? oh well, fuck them.
Much Love,
Jermy
Daily Inspirations..
Mark West, Art Historian.
Undisputed
RIP BIZ
Bryce Breezee in G&M
Ms. Biles 🥇
Energy.
Dana. 👑
