Peering into the landscape arrayed before my physically closed but wide open eyes, my identity was shed somehow, as “just” programming.
A couple of times in the exquisite vision before me I saw something like a rain of dark chips of matter falling away and yet the visual structure in its beautiful green hues remained standing, pulsing its lifeforce in the vision and seemingly into my body, my eyes as a portal, taking in the deep wisdom provided in the multi-hued energy swirls. Believe the black chips falling away to have represented a false identification, an identification with the “programs” we receive upon birth into this domain.
The phrase said by some that “it will change what it means to be human” came to me as very true.
Also it seemed to me that the plant has had a partnership with humans for eons, and the journey was a journey of re-partnering with this ancient being, remembering the connection and the gems so provided.