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Magic Truffle Experience


A surreal, dreamlike landscape featuring soft, flowing waves of light and shadow, symbolising the stretching of reality. In the foreground, a person lies with their eyes closed, immersed in a peaceful, meditative state. The background shows an abstract, infinite network of interconnected points and lines representing consciousness, with no clear boundaries. The ethereal atmosphere conveys weightlessness and lightness, with a soft and earthy colour palette of blue, gold, and purple, evoking calm and introspection

Magic Truffle Experience


I take them in silence. No music, no stimuli, just the chewing, the earthy taste, the waiting. I lie down, close my eyes. The first waves gently come in, as if reality is stretching a little. My body feels light, then heavy, then it disappears completely. Then everything bursts open. My thoughts shoot in all directions, endless and yet not existing at all. My identity crumbles like sand between my fingers. I forget my name, my past, why I am lying here. I forget that there ever was an ‘I’. The world, my life, everything I took seriously—an illusion. A dream that presents itself as reality.


I see my memories, my fears, my personality... and they fall apart like a house of cards. And then comes the punchline. It’s all a joke. I am the joke. I begin to laugh. At first softly, then uncontrollably. My whole existence—the striving, the fears, the urge to belong—was never real. I had taken myself so seriously, while the universe had been quietly laughing at me all along. Not in a mean way, but like a friend waiting for you to finally realise that you are the punchline.


I see myself now. Not as a human, but as a blinking point in an endless network of consciousness. No boundaries, no separation, just energy flowing, forming, disappearing, and returning again. The universe laughs, and I laugh with it. In that moment, I surrender. Completely. I let go of the last remnants of ego and melt into the whole. No fear. Only a deep knowing.


Slowly, I come back. The walls stop undulating, my body feels like mine again. But something has changed. The joke remains. It sits somewhere in my thoughts, in my bones, in the space between my breaths. Because once you see the joke, you can never unsee it. And you never take life so seriously again.

 
 
 

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