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Psychedelic Therapy 3

Psilocybin (magic mushrooms) medicine

[Psilocybin] The Rhythmic Magic Mushrooms Healing Ritual

October 2023




Mushrooms Dose 1

Mushrooms Dose 2

Mushrooms Dose 3

Rapé Medicine

Final Thoughts

Psilocybin therapy


What brings us to a jungle in Puerto Morelos, Mexico? Psychedelic therapy. This involves eating psilocybin (magic mushrooms) plant medicine to help with any mental health issues we’re battling openly or behind closed doors.


My first encounter with plant medicine was peyote (mescaline) in Southern Arizona. The powerful spirit walk experience in July 2023 has inspired me to experiment with magic mushrooms for mental and spiritual healing purposes. Having a profound event that changes our way of thinking and living, even if it’s minor, can encourage us to seek and open more doors so we can be a better person.


With that said, let’s put on my magic mushrooms retreat goggles and undergo a ceremony at a Mexican jungle!


I sit on a yoga mat outside in the jungle, and in front of me is Xenia, the retreat leader and psilocybin (magic mushrooms) healer. Between Xenia and I are candles, shamanic musical instruments, and other cool-looking spiritual items.


Xenia and I are both enjoying cups of cacao, a pure chocolate and sugarless drink made by Xenia. Drinking cacao is the pre-magic mushrooms ceremony.


The cacao ritual reminds me of what grateful Americans do before chowing down on Thanksgiving: give thanks. Xenia and I open up, talking about people who’ve come into our lives, expressing gratitude, and asking anyone who’ve we hurt for forgiveness. We reminisce about specific vivid and intimate memories from childhood through adulthood.


This cacao ceremony has calmed my nerves and prepared me to take psilocybin for the first time in my 40 years of life.

Cacao ceremony

Mushrooms Dose 1

Xenia hands me a heart-shaped chocolate containing magic mushrooms. I eat the chocolate, amazed how good it tastes. Instead of drowning the chocolate in sugar, Xenia made it with salt and cinnamon. I can’t even taste the shrooms.


Xenia plays music on her gusli instrument, plucking many strings with her fingers, creating lovely sounds. I get up and walk to a bush while Xenia continues to play her gusli.


As I urinate down at the dark jungle ground, the leaves form a shape of a decomposed animal skeleton. Maybe it’s a tailless iguana or legless frog in light neon-blue, the size of a two-feet-tall glow-in-the-dark sticker. I look around the darkness and see a few more light neon-blue decomposed frog or iguana skeletons scattered on the jungle ground.

Mushroom trip

Mushrooms Dose 2

Xenia gives me another dose of magic mushrooms as a chocolate star. “This is good!” I say to Xenia, followed by, “And there’s no sugar? Wow!” Xenia explains how she prepared the chocolate. A pink lucha libre (wrestling) mask appears, covering Xenia’s head and nose, while her head enlarges.


The pink mask changes into a black indigenous tattoo on her forehead, cheeks, and nose. It resembles Mike Tyson’s face tattoo, but larger, thicker, and darker.


Xenia’s face switches to a man-shaped shaman with long, black, tie-up dreadlocks. I’m so fixated that I can’t hear the words coming out of Xenia’s mouth.

Mushroom trip

Mushroom Dose 3

I eat a third chocolate with psilocybin, enjoying every bite. I lay down on my left hip, bending my left arm, using it as a pillow.


I stare at the red and white candles on the ground, two to three feet away from me. Beside the candles is a Mexican pottery cup that Xenia or I used to drink cacao earlier tonight. I zone in on the cup, sensing something intriguing is about to manifest. The cup becomes a red and black friendly beaver head facing right. Earlier during the day, Xenia mentioned creatures, and that magic mushrooms might give me clues of my spiritual animal.


The round glass candles on the ground, one red candle and one white candle, join forces. The red candle is now a rectangle, while the white candle changes to a burning yellow-colored frame around the red candle. It floats above the ground, shielding Xenia’s face while she peacefully plays her gusli instrument.


The remaining candles on the ground become four red rectangles with a burning yellow-colored frame, like the floating one hiding Xenia’s face. The four candles float above the ground, forming a picture frame square around her head. The square frame slowly spins in a circular motion, while the first red rectangular candle with the burning yellow-colored frame remains blocking her face.


Xenia plucks various gusli strings with her fingers, creating beautiful echoes. The instrument strings turn into a large cloud of gray dust, and her fingers are in plucking motion, upward and downward. Her face and blond hair disappear, but it doesn’t freak me out. It’s fascinating to watch a faceless and bald Xenia play pleasant melodies on a gusli.


Xenia puts down her instrument, and I reposition myself to sit with my legs crossed. We both look at each other, smiling innocently as if we’ve been childhood friends even though we meet a day ago.


“I want you to play the HAPI drum,” says Xenia. I never heard of or played this instrument. It’s a large circle, with button shapes, comprised of nine rectangle-rounded notes and a big zero note in the center.


I pick up the two wood drum mallets and hit random notes. It’s hard to see the zero to nine notes without light, other than the eight lit candles on the ground. The tunes ringing from the HAPI drum move my upper body forward and back, while my head moves left to right. I flash a smile at Xenia, as she sits with her legs crossed, emulating a professional monk.


The wood drum mallets move in different directions, generating harmonious sounds, from raw and intense to sensitive and playful, regardless that I’m not looking at the instrument’s notes. Playing the HAPI drum is magic, penetrating my soul, and musical healing.


I stop playing the HAPI drum and look at Xenia. “Music is king,” I whisper.


“That was beautiful. You have the power to heal people with music. You’re a music healer,” says Xenia. That was flattering!


She gives me a kalimba thumb-piano instrument the size of a pocket book. This is my first time seeing and knowing about it. “Play,” says Xenia.


I strike the keys with my thumbs, clueless as to what I’m pressing. The dopamine flowing through my veins, along with Xenia’s happy face, indicates that my spontaneous kalimba music creation is somewhat resonating positively.


I finish playing the kalimba and relax, this time laying down on my right hip, bending my right arm, using it as a pillow.


Xenia takes out her phone and plays a recorded Peruvian ayahuasca ceremony that took place a few weeks ago in Mexico. The indigenous chants from a man and woman, including several shamanic instruments playing in sync, cause my upper body and head to move freely with my eyes closed while sitting on the ground. Xenia’s arms and upper body move fluidly.

Psilocybin therapy

Rapé Medicine

Xenia offers me rapé (pronounced ra-pay), a shamanic plant medicine commonly used by certain Amazonian tribes. It involves a shaman or healer using a tepi pipe to blow tobacco inside each nostril. I agree to do rapé with her since we did it this morning and last night, and it doesn’t cause hallucinations.


We sit on the ground in front of one another with our legs crossed and eyes closed. The recorded Peruvian ayahuasca ceremony continues to play from Xenia’s phone.


Xenia puts the tepi pipe to my heart, head, and I inhale. The rapé medicine blows rapidly inside my left nostril, making me feel uncomfortable. I’m coughing with my eyes closed; it’s hard to sit still. Xenia repeats the process for my right nostril. My eyes are watery, and the medicine forces me to immediately lay down on the yoga mat with my back against the floor.


My entire body is tightening, as if roots are quickly growing and pumping inside of me. I can’t sit up or move. The same discomfort, tightening, and sensations happened to me this morning and last night for 10 minutes after doing rapé.


The Peruvian ayahuasca music ceremony playing from Xenia’s phone make me tap my hands, fingers, feet, and toes on the ground. I can feel myself in rhythm with various shamanic instruments.


My extreme body tightness from the rapé tobacco blown into my nostrils switches to deep relaxation and clear-mindedness. I can wiggle my fingers and toes and move my body again.


It’s not raining anymore, and the music from Xenia’s phone has stopped. They are indicators that the magic mushrooms healing ceremony is over, seven hours later.

Rapé medicine ceremony

Final Thoughts

Participating in the magic mushrooms healing ceremony at a jungle in Puerto Morelos did something special for me mentally and emotionally. It enabled me to feel music at a deeper level. Throughout middle school and high school, I played the alto saxophone, so the medicine from the ceremony reminded me of the best times I had during my adolescent years: playing music in a band with a group of people from all walks of life.


I wouldn’t advise eating shrooms, independently and recreationally for the first time. It’s possible to a have bad trip, hallucinating dark and scary images. There’s no way to accurately predict exactly what we’ll discover while on psilocybin because everyone’s life experiences, values, and ideologies vary. The intention of this plant medicine isn’t to trip out on imagery beyond our consciousness; it’s to feel.


How does anyone know how much of the magic mushrooms to take for the first time? This is where going to a healing retreat takes over. They can help us to hit the sweet spot where we experience something magical that radiates our soul and we remember vividly during our psychedelic therapy journey. More plant medicine doses don’t always mean a heightened experience.


There’s a title I came across online not too long ago: “Mexico, the Kingdom of Magic Mushrooms.” Nowadays, there’s a handful of legit psilocybin retreats operating monthly in Mexico. With that, the floor is yours.

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