ENTER THE MUSHWOMB

A shroom rave is waiting for you 🍄

A wise man once told me that reincarnation can happen in a day.

Pretty sure that dude was on shrooms.

When the Great Plague hit 36 moon cycles ago, I began foraging in the dark forest—digging the underground networks for buried secrets, the stuff nobody would believe. Women like me are told not to go out alone at night. It’s too quiet. Devoid of life. You’ll find nothing but Death outside.

But only fools announce to the public square what they do in the dark. The rest of us know the real reasons why we run into the trees, slipping through the shadows to unveil our mutant forms.

On a full moon I encountered a shaman who lived under a giant Psilocybe azurescens. She gave me an herbal brew that knocked me to the ground. As my soul levitated out of my earthly flesh casing, I entered a cavernous realm that felt both familiar yet strange. I realized that I was back in the womb. A glowing figure ∞ floated before me. She whispered three messages in my ear.

When I woke up I knew I had to stop worshiping Frankenstein chemicals—false gods that the techno-capitalist overlords were selling as panaceas to psychic pain. It was time to get clean. I was pregnant with a party that would soon pop out into this world.

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Parties are portals into a new way of being.

The womb is a vortex into what comes beyond.

MUSHWOMB is an alternate reality to a nightlife hellscape infected by the clout matrix.

It is a wormhole where a pussy portal leads you to a sunny dancefloor where the vibes are immaculate, the music is soulful, and toxic substances are abandoned in favor of sparkling shroom candies, botanical booze-free cocktails, and chaga chai teas.

The portal opens on 01.22.23 in a sacred queer space in Los Angeles—a secret yard where the underground’s sweat and joyful tears collect into a pool for baptism and rebirth.

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