Mycelium

When I hear the word mycelium, I instantly have that image of those tiny little caps, millions of them, with little thin threads connected to them from below, that looks like sperm, that you see everywhere in the soil.

You can imagine them all over the world under the soil, connected, like an extraordinary global internet under the ground and that these beings are carrying information across the world through the soil to plant life, trees, plants, flowers. And at some point long ago, at least before now, somebody somewhere ate one of them and died. And then someone ate another of those mushrooms and died. And eventually they ate some and they had these experiences, this sort of "woo!" inner experience, otherworldly. And that must have become a pastime until someone died from it or had a problem and then they had to adapt to that. But of course I'm projecting backwards based upon our consciousness. But mycelium! So many stories about mushrooms and the different kinds and different species that there are and we are made of them. Read on!