Words can act on their own to effectively alter reality.
Once a psychedelic compound has been ingested it’s time to set sail.
Literature can have this same effect.
The moment you open a book you’ve been brought into a new world. From this moment you’re never going to be the same.
Even the outside world can’t pull you away from the pages.
You postpone outside reality as long as possible, so you can dive deep into this world.
Any genre is capable of inducing this effect.
Psychoactive literature changes your inner world. Once you crack the pages the words begin to work.
Like the magical compound psilocybin, the words begin to work on your perspective of self and the world you’re immersed in. The moment you close the spine for good you’re perspective is just a little bit wider.
No need to go back and review the words. No need to remind yourself of the exercises.
You are different. You have grown.
Some books are more gentle than others. Some stories rip you open and expose your heart to the world before you’re ready. They force you to heal and come face to face with your shadows.
Others gently nudge you into wholeness. Like a soft push from a lover.
Regardless of the process, the words change you.
We can build a new world from the words that stem from the very fabric of our being.
Words only ring true when they come from a deeper source. A place of truth. Only when saturated in honesty and utter reality can a book have this psychoactive power.
Words with depth. Stories with openness. Sentences, whose pauses touch the very essence of our soul.
We crave depth in a world gone flat. Not just scientific depth, a pursuit of more knowledge, but instead depth that encompasses the entire spectrum. We want depth that arises from the whispers of our heart.
The yearnings we translate into words that sprawl across a digital or paper canvas.
These are the books of the new world.
Together we are creating a new story. A story of freedom, love, compassion, appreciation and connection.
Time to step into truth.