No, I am not making this up, lol. Yesterday I was attacked by a hoard of wild bison while tripping balls on magic mushrooms in the middle of the Indian forest... it was a memorable day for sure, hah. - But let me start at the beginning: I am currently visiting the misty hills of Kodaikanal in South India (we're actually above cloud level here); I've been staying in this place for one week now, and the first four days it's been raining buckets so that I didn't leave the hostel once (which was a good thing because I had horrible diarrhea this whole time, and the rain gave me the perfect excuse to just loaf around the hostel, take it easy and listen to some epic shamanic music.) But the day before yesterday the sun finally broke through the thick clouds, showering the trees with warm golden light and turning the whole place into a radiant green paradise... and since someone had given me a contact, I thought that the time had finally come to get my hands on some magic fungi and have a nice psychedelic sunshine trip in the heart of nature. So yesterday I wandered into the forest, found a gorgeous clearing surrounded by gnarled and mossy trees, sat down on the grass and took the shrooms. And man, it was a beautiful experience; nothing too crazy, but very peaceful, solemn and and serene, getting in touch with the Great Mother and her sacred creation, the trees watching over me like giant old wise druids. After three hours, it started getting dark; I had just taken a few puffs of weed, was stoned out of my goddamn mind and sat there listening to the wonderfully transcendental Parsifal ouverture by Richard Wagner... ...when all of a sudden I saw three bison coming out of the bushes right across from where I sat. It actually took my spaced-out brain a couple of seconds before it managed to register and categorize the surreal apparition in front of me, but once the realization kicked in that I was looking at THREE F***ING BISON, my immediate next thought was "oh shit... should I just sit here quietly and hope they don't notice me or should I get up and run?!" The colossal animals were just standing there silently like three mighty guardians of the forest, fixing me with their gaze. When I shakily rose to my feet, I could notice them raising their heads. I started making a few cautious steps away from them... they made a couple of steps in my direction. I started slowly walking away... they started walking after me. I started to run... and they came charging right after me, chasing me down the long grassy slope that lead down to the road. I am not kidding when I say that they were less than one meter behind me; I could practically feel their breath in my neck. If I had gotten under their feet, they would have no doubt completely crushed me... these fellows meant business. Right before reaching the road I had to jump over a stomped fence, toppled over it and landed face down in the dirt, all the while tripping absolute balls. I got up and staggered away in a total daze, hearing the puffs and grunts that the wild pack of bison I had just barely escaped were sending after me. After some seconds, the realization hit me that I had lost my phone while running like a goddamn madman down the slope; I also had left behind my bag and the can of water I had taken along. So ten minutes later, I mustered all of my courage and returned back to the entry at the battered fence, stepped over it and quietly sneaked back up through the grass, carefully hiding behind trees and trying to penetrate the darkness with my drunken gaze. Seeing a dog roaming around in the bushes, I took it as a sign that the bison were no longer there and made my way all the way up to the place where my bag an water were lying on the ground... but my phone was gone. I said "fuck it", grabbed my sh!t and got the hell out of there. Walking down the forest road, I got lost at some point; not knowing where on earth I was (I could barely recall which part of the planet I was on, never mind the way back to the village), I finally sat down on a wall at the side of the road. All of a sudden the sheer absurdity of what I had just gone through fully hit me, and I started laughing hysterically until tears were streaming down my face, thinking "good God, nobody is going to believe this crazy story". Eventually I found my way back to village and hostel and fell down on my bed, dead tired and still completely stunned by everything that had happened. And luckily, I found my phone when I went back this morning: it was lying right next to a tree, as if mother nature herself had guarded it during my absence. Damn, what an amazing adventure. It was a memorable experience for sure... even though it's not even among my top five strangest psychedelic experiences ever, lmao! Thank you, Great Spirit, for this crazy journey that I am on. It certainly is one heck of a roller coaster ride. 🙏