SHROOM WIZARD'S GROW GUIDE VERSION 4.0

“PREFACE”

I consumed my first psychoactive mushrooms in the summer of 1967 while I was working on a prison road gang in the state of Florida. We prisoners were given the duty of building a *dirt road through a cow field for bridge building construction trucks to use at the time. Another prisoner working on the road gang at the time asked me if I had ever eaten one of those mushrooms that were growing out of the cow dung all around us. I replied that I hadn't and he said, "If you like smoking pot you should love these mushrooms". Needless to say, I stuffed some in my pocket and carried them back with me to the jail that evening. When you are in jail, reality is a let down, so attempts of altered consciousness are very common among prisoners.


After we had been fed our dinner and were locked tight in our cells that night (I was in a one man cell) I ate 5 of these mushrooms along with their stems which I later found out to be the Treasure Coast strain of Psilocybe Cubensis They had caps a little smaller around than a coffee cup and had stems about 3” to 4” long. Within 20 or 30 minutes I was beginning to feel the mushroom's effects as my skin began tingling and everything around me (in my cell) began to sparkle and twinkle - even the air. I was very used to smoking marijuana at the time so I just laid back, closed my eyes and thought I would relax like the pot let me do when I smoked it in my cell some nights. I soon found out that comparing marijuana to mushrooms is about like comparing soda pop to whiskey.


My body began getting hot/cold flashes and I began thinking that I had eaten some type of poison mushroom because I had never felt anything like this before. I then started thinking that death must be better than life behind bars so I just laid back, kept my mouth shut and accepted the fact that I was dying by poisoning. Within a few minutes there was a fantastic psychedelic movie playing on the back of my eyelids that had colors far beyond any colors I had ever seen before. Now I knew, or at least thought, that I was definitely dying and actually seeing things that were only meant for the dead to see. Looking back I now believe that by my thinking death was near, and accepting the outcome as a positive thing, was the reason that my first psychedelic voyage was a full-blown out-of-body experience.


It is hard to describe what this experience was like but I will do the best I can while using these petty human invented written words. Try to understand that if you go to New York or Chicago on a vacation it’s not that hard to come back and tell people what your visit was like. You could explain to your friends about the traffic, people, tall buildings, etc. that you saw and they would understand. That’s because they’ve seen similar things or pictures they could relate to. But if you visit a place that nobody has ever been to, heard about or even seen pictures of it would be hard to describe. I find it similar to trying to tell a blind person what green looks like, or telling someone with no taste buds what an apple tastes like. It would be nearly impossible, if not totally impossible.


Since 1967 when I took my first mushroom voyage to now (2006) I have been on over two hundred of these fantastic out-of-body voyages, so explaining them to someone now is a lot easier to me than explaining to my friends what I experienced way back in 1967 (and God knows I tried). I felt like I had literally mind-melded with God. Not that I was actually God – just that I could feel God’s thoughts, emotions and feelings. I didn’t go anywhere – I went everywhere. I did not see just anything – I saw everything. I wasn’t myself – I was everyone and everything that exists or ever existed. I wasn’t happy or sad – I was happy and sad. I felt like my mind was actually joined with the intelligence of the universes. I could not focus my mind on any one particular thing because everything that exists or ever existed was the first thing on my mind – all at the same time. I wanted to think of something to ask of this instant intellectual knowledge I had acquired, but questions are hard to come by when you already know the answer to everything. One strange thing that happens on all of my out-of-body voyages is that in my mind I don’t exist anymore. I don’t think, “This is fantastic” or “I’m lucky to be here”, because I don’t actually think I’m me. I don’t have to think at all because I’m already pure thought and intelligence. Being me doesn’t even come into the equation. I believe this is what people refer to as “total loss of ego”. WOW, so this is death? Possibly it is.


Ever since my release from prison in 1968 I’ve come as close as possible to dedicating my entire life to understanding everything I could about these mystical, magical and spiritual mushrooms. I have read just about every book I could find on the subject over the past 38 years and continue learning new things about them I never knew before. Most importantly – I’ve learned to cultivate them so I wouldn’t ever have to do without them when I feel the need for uplifting my spirits. Back in the 1960’s there really weren’t many books available about mushroom cultivation, and the ones I did find were so complicated I couldn’t understand them. Hopefully, by following this grow guide, and using any one (or all) of the three techniques, you will be able to learn from my mistakes without having to go experience them yourself.


This grow guide is the result of my constant cultivation experimentations. I’m sure I’ve tried over one hundred different methods and techniques over all these years. For the last two years I’ve done some very extensive research into this subject including setting up and growing with twelve new and different systems at the same time. This guide contains the three easiest and most productive of those methods. Good luck my friends!!!


                                                                   M. W. Johnson
                                                         (a.k.a.: Shroom Wizard)


* - For those of you living in the Jacksonville Florida area, the dirt road the prisoners were building in 1967 is named Wells Road (where the Orange Park Mall sits today).  The reason it is named "Wells Road" is because it was made on land that ran through what was known as "Well's Dairy Farm" at the time.  The road was initially made for construction trucks to use during the building of the Buckman Bridge on Interstate-295.

ADVANCE to Chapter 2: Introduction