Discovering Magic Myc

Magic Myc was born with a red and white spotted cap on 9/20 at 9:20 AM, a time whispered among the medicinal mushrooms as being particularly magical. Myc had always been told by humans that he was a “magic” mushroom. They linked him to festive stories of Santa, reindeer, and Christmas magic! Believing in these tales, Myc proudly wore his cap as a symbol of his magical identity.

However, Myc noticed something odd—people who spent time with him didn’t feel excitement or wonder. They just got sleepy. Confused, Myc decided to search for other mushrooms like him. He thought maybe they could help him understand his “magic.”

One day, along came a group of red-and-white mushrooms that looked just like him! Excited, he ran to them: “Hi! I’m Magic Myc!” he announced, expecting to be greeted warmly.

The group of Amanitas burst out laughing. “Magic? Do you even know what you are??” one of them teased.

You’re an Amanita, silly!” another one added with a smirk.

Myc’s face fell. He hadn’t realized this about himself. His whole life, he’d been told he was a magic mushroom, but he didn’t even know what that really meant. Suddenly feeling small and lost, Myc went into the forest to discover his true identity.

Feeling down, Myc found a quiet spot and began to reflect. That’s when he met Old Stoney, a wise philosopher and Psilocybe tampanensis mexicana mushroom appeared. Sensing Myc’s troubled state, Old Stoney sat with him.

“Young Amanita, what weighs on your heart?” Old Stoney asked with a kind smile.

Myc sighed. “I thought I was magic, like the stories say. But I don’t even know what I am. The others laughed at me and said I’m an Amanita, not magic.”

Old Stoney chuckled softly. “The stories you’ve been told, Myc, are just one part of the truth—created by humans in a world that often confuses magic with materialism. They made you believe you were like them, tied to myths of wealth, gifts, and Santa Claus. But that’s not your true magic.”

Myc looked up, intrigued. “So… I’m not magic?”

“You are magic, Myc,” Old Stoney explained, “but in your own unique way. You are indeed an Amanita muscaria, not a Psilocybe cubensis like me. People often mistake the two, but we have different gifts. Psilocybe cubensis expands the mind, helping people see new perspectives. But your gift is muscimol, which brings deep rest and peace. Your magic is to help people slow down, escape from their stress, and CTFO—Chill The F Out.”

Myc’s eyes brightened with realization. “So… I am magic – just in my way.

Old Stoney smiled. “Exactly. In a world full of pressure and endless demands, your role is to bring calm and tranquility. That’s your magic.”

A grin spread across Myc’s face. “I guess sometimes we all just need to CTFO!”

Old Stoney chuckled. “Indeed, young Amanita. Indeed.”

From that day forward, Magic Myc no longer questioned his identity. He embraced his role in helping others escape the chaos of the world, knowing that sometimes, all we need is to just CTFO!