I learned about soul lineages while living in this tiny town in Ireland. Quaint little town, basically one main street. Few restaurants, several bars, a hotel, coffee shop, an old stone church. And just beyond the Main Street, there are townhomes. Further out, housing estates. Beyond that, the town becomes scattered farm houses, rolling green fields.

And one day I was walking through town, down the one street & walking toward me is this tall, long-haired youngish guy that I’d never seen before. He had long, dark hair past his shoulders & striking, angular features. He was wearing a TOOL shirt.

I stopped him & said something about TOOL. Instant connection. He is a total Earthling. Like recognizes like. We exchange numbers.

His name is Daniel. He’s from the North but he moved down to the Republic with his parents as a kid. His dad & sister live in an old farmhouse outside town, surrounded by fields of sunflowers. Their house is like 300+ years old. The house has an outdoor bathroom. And Daniel still has his old bedroom in the house which is up a narrow flight of ancient rickety stairs.

Daniel goes back & forth, living between the town & the country. He takes me both places.

Daniel eventually introduces me to his friends in town. Four young dudes together rent a nondescript house in a modern housing estate walkable from where I live in the same tiny town. They’re all Millennial Irish dudes into TOOL, the comedian Bill Hicks, psychedelics, bonfires on the beach. Their walls are covered in homemade art & paintings, tapestries printed with sacred geometry. They smoke hash. They have a pet snake named Caroline.

Anyway, it’s from this group of dudes that I learn that there is a mushroom season in Ireland. Every year, they harvest a huge crop of locally-grown psychedelic mushrooms.

These mushrooms pop-up literally overnight in this specialized microclimate of rural Ireland.

Every year, these dudes go foraging. They know the countryside, having all grown up there. And every year, they harvest this big Santa Claus bag full of Irish Liberty Caps.

Daniel tells me that they even harvest mushrooms from the lawn of the local police station.

So I’m hanging out over at Daniel’s house in the town & some of the other dudes friends are over too. They’re playing music & cleaning the mushrooms. Then they pile them into a giant stainless steel pot. They cover them in purified water & cook them on the stove, reducing them down into a tea with slimy chunks. Foul tasting brew, like drinking dirty socks.

So we all trip together & roam the house & several of us end up outside because it’s a beautiful spring afternoon. And we roam aimlessly toward the center of town. We end up taking a detour before the Main Street & we walk into a grassy area alongside a park.

And we cannot resist, we end up lying down, all us together in the grass, which is so alive, so emerald green, waving in the sunny breeze.

We’re sprawled, lying around in the grass together & they’re all talking about how they keep seeing fairies, how they’ll catch sight of a fairy peeking around a corner at them. And they’re laughing about it.

However, I never saw one single fairy.

And I was curious. Why would everybody—except me—have this common experience of fairies?

And just then, I look up in the clouds & I start to see all these distinctly Mayan god looking faces pushing through the clouds.

And I laugh to get this sudden, nuanced understanding about the nature of human consciousness.

It comes to me, like a download: These multi-generational Irish folk are of a particular soul lineage expression.

Despite me living in Ireland, despite legit connecting with the land & people, despite tripping on local fruit…

I am not Irish.

I am mixed-race from Texas.

My soul lineage expression is native to the New World, to the Americas.