Others have captured with considerable emphasis and sensitivity profound concepts concerning the mystery of love and death. For that is what TME is partly about, love and death. Love that is consumed in time, and death that consumes life in time.
Many people have read The Mushroom Effect so far. With some I have had the pleasure of exchanging a few words, others have written about it on the web with more or less positive comments.
From the beginning, I did not expect to find a general assent around my novel, as I was well aware that it was a bit out of the ordinary.
The publishing market is dictated by the commercialisation of writings, it is not yet made for original works (taking a few works out of the equation). Original works need to be discovered by readers, only in this way can those impose themselves on the market with strength and reason.
Before self-publishing TME, the novel was rejected by over 120 literary agents and publishing houses together.
I stood my ground, as I understood the reasons.
After all, I am just a stranger who came to the English world almost from nowhere with the pretension of imposing myself on a vast market that has very narrow spaces.
That said, the world of independent writers is expanding and soon that will be the future, as there are so many of us and we are emerging like a tsunami. Nowadays there are many possibilities to break the barriers raised by the big labels, and these possibilities can be used inexpensively.
TME is a book out of the ordinary, and I’m not the one who stated that.
I realised I had to talk about it because of reviews that opened my eyes. And it was thanks to those reviews that I started this blog: as an opportunity.
TME has been supportive for someone, who has personally written to me confessing that the content exposed has helped them through difficult times. These thanks were the beginning of the aforementioned blog and articles.
I will never stop talking about The Mushroom Effect and revealing the scenarios that lie between its lines.
Visnu, the Almighty and omnipresent God of Vedic culture is present, as is the works of Carl Gustav Jung and the world of lucid dreams. If you think the novel is about drugs and alcohol, I must tell you that their importance is very restricted.
The Mushroom Effect is an exploration of a world we barely observe, often we notice it when we dream, other times in meditation or when faced with life-changing revelations. Faced with Death itself, for a moment, our senses are expanded to such an extent that we see the truth beyond the apparent reality.
The novel offers several layers of understanding, and this number is very high, depending on the way you are used to reading or your level of understanding of the text.
A woman I know, who did the first revision of the text in English, immediately grasped the connections with Jungian theories. Unfortunately, back then, she was the only one. She, on the other hand, is a university professor as well as a researcher, a brilliant mind, to whom I am fond and grateful.
Others have captured with considerable emphasis and sensitivity profound concepts concerning the mystery of love and death. For that is what TME is partly about, love and death. Love that is consumed in time, and death that consumes life in time.
However, there is a further layer of reading, which is the interconnections of time and space. There is a mysterious reading when people meet, and it is not purely physical or verbal, but takes place on an energetic level; here, in this still unexplored world, an exchange of memories occurs that allows us to know much more about the other than the first impression reveals.
This is why, for example, in his mystical experience, Francesco (the protagonist) can see places and people he has never met before because he has previously come into contact with someone who has already seen and experienced those environments.
A silent transmission of information.
I have experienced this, which is why I can talk about it without the fear of sounding too abstract.
My story is simple.
I had never been to the place where I was or even heard of it. I did not know the language or the people who lived there, except for one, namely the person who took me there. I arrived in the evening, and it was winter. Nothing could be seen outside. I had dreams that night, and when, in the morning, I told the people who were hosting me about them, they confessed that the place described exists and that it was once inhabited by those I had seen in my dream vision.
There is something mysterious in life that is not easily reached by the senses alone. Dreams, for example, take us to a different level of existence, both in terms of energy and meaning. In the article on lucid dreams, if you click here, you can find an in-depth discussion. I advise you not to miss it. Also, I’ll teach you a trick to lucid dreaming.
TME is the story of a loss, of a grief so deep that it extinguished that memory. Francesco, haunted by the vision of a familiar figure, decides to try a powerful drug capable of catapulting him into a different reality to meet the persona that his mind has hidden to defend him from the pain that that memory could cause him. In this new reality, Francesco is oppressed by visions and by a gigantic wave that threatens to destroy everything. Moreover, for a few hours, he will be able to read minds, nature itself is capable of communicating with him, showing death in a drop of salt water and love in the body of a perfect stranger.