"This Soma is a god. He curses the sharpest ills that man endures.
He heals the sick, the sad he cheers, he nerves the weak, despels their
fears. The faint with martial ardour fires, with lofty thought the bard
inspires. The soul from earth to heaven he lifts, so great and wondrous
are his gifts. Men feel the god within their veins, and cry in loud
exalting strains. We quaffed the Soma bright and are immortal grown,
we've entered into light, and all the gods have known. What mortal now
can harm or foreman vex us more? Through thee, beyond alarm, immortal god
we soar." - The Rig-Veda
Soma: The Vedic Divine Mushroom
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