After my years growing up in a fundamentalist preachers home I had a lot of the Christian Bible shoved into my head. Stories and parables still haunt me to this day. Lots of legends passed down through the eons. I believed them as infallible until I realized that any traditional fable will get changed and re-interperted over the years as they are passed down from generation to generation.

One of my favorite was the story of Moses and the “Children Of Israel” wandering around in the wilderness for 40 years. Culminating at Mount Sinai with the tablets written by God, a commanding set of rules for mankind to live by, the journey is talked about to this day. I liked that the benevolent god would feed them every morning with food from heaven that was laying around when the sun came up. What a cool idea. Manna, just waiting to be picked up.

Over the years in my life I have harvested a lot of mushrooms from cow fields and pine forests. You know the kind. Natures acid. Fun stuff….most of the time. The best time to pick is early morning, just after the sun warms the earth enough for the fungus to start expanding. Where there was nothing the night before a big fluffy shroom would appear.

No wonder the folks wandered around for 4 decades. Hallucinogenics are confusing to those who ingest them. If they can help make a person think they should follow a band, like the Grateful Dead, around the world in todays time searching for that perfect “Promised Land” or “Dark Star” like I did. I’m sure that those on an ancient quest for the promised land had more than one trippy experience that led them to strange paths that they got lost on as well. But that was just my uneducated theory, until today when I found out that Moses could have been tripping when he climbed the mountain and “talked to God”.

Here is an article that explains that theory. Kinda nice to see my theory about trippin’ in ancient times has a little foundation.

Stumble it!