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