“When so many are struggling for connection, inspiration and hope, Fantastic Fungi brings us together as interconnected creators of our world.
Fantastic Fungi, directed by Louie Schwartzberg, is a consciousness-shifting film that takes us on an immersive journey through time and scale into the magical earth beneath our feet, an underground network that can heal and save our planet. Through the eyes of renowned scientists and mycologists like Paul Stamets, best-selling authors Michael Pollan, Eugenia Bone, Andrew Weil and others, we become aware of the beauty, intelligence and solutions the fungi kingdom offers us in response to some of our most pressing medical, therapeutic, and environmental challenges.”
Director: Louie Schwartzberg
Writer: Mark Monroe
Narrated by Brie Larson
Producer: Louie Schwartzberg, Lyn Davis Lear, Elease Lui Stemp
Cast: Paul Stamets, Michael Pollan, Andrew Weil, Eugenia Bone, Suzanne Simard
Rating: Not Rated
Running Time: 81 Minutes
Distributor: Area 23a
My therapist contacted a homeopath who created a remedy for me. Oak. It grounds, balances and the human body takes up the qualities of this tree. Let’s see how this goes.
After yesterday morning’s therapy session I woke up today from nightmares and PTSD flashbacks of the event that came out first when we put the knife in my heart. The event was the betrayal by the man I went travelling with for a year and a half, he was about to have sex with another woman by the campfire one night on the pilgrimage walk we were walking called ‘El Camino De Santiago” on the North of Spain lasting around 800km. I cried out and begged him not to do it and the Swedish girl, the same age as me, punched me in the chest and said “no no, you can’t stop the flow of love” in her foreign accent. The man I had loved did not protect me but instead let it happen. The next morning I woke up to them, penis and vagina grinding on top of each other. I woke up and froze, I was paralysed, from that moment on I have not felt any emotions, I became completely blocked off as if a large part of my soul had left me from the intense pain. I woke up shaking in the cold of the forest, nothing has been the same since. He said that you can’t stop the flow of love and that was his excuse. I look back now and realise what an utter shit response that was. It was disgusting and disloyal and fake hippie bullshit. That is not love or real spirituality. Not only that but I had tried to commit suicide two days before this event at the campfire, by the church, by jumping over a dam into a lake in the mountains. Absolutely disgusting. I stayed with him because I was weak, sleep deprived, did not want to go back to England and did not know what was going on. He told me to leave to go back to England five days before we were about to reach the ending of the pilgrimage that I had walked in agony not realising I had fibromyalgia, a chronic pain condition. I found out that they stayed together in a monastey and he potentially got her pregnant. Absolutely disgusting.
This morning I cried and cried hysterically and howled and sweated and screamed into my pillow, it was awful and pain ridden. I kept repeating “how could you do that to me?” I hope this is part of the healing process and that this pain in my weary heart leaves me.
I was and am worth more than that.
And Damien, I know you read this blog as I see “The Netherlands” country on my statistics page, you are Dutch. Take a moment to realise what you had done to a young girl that did nothing to deserve that. Fuck you and I forgive you. I wish you well mother fucker.
One year ago around this date I left England to go on that hellish walk.
Have a good life.