R a i n S e n s e s f r o m J a r d i n
13:30 11.19.15 Mescalyn
+60 mins
As I recall this was pleasantly
powerful, with onset as early as half an hour.
+120 minutes
Wow J. I inhaled a great hit of hash and got hit with a flash of
warm light. This is a brilliant
feeling. And it all feels so
relaxed and calm, the high is floating and is like a breathing wave that is
under your divine control. You can
propel yourself sky high and then be able to pluck yourself out of the cloud at
will. The sense of power and control is intoxicating .
+ 135 minutes
A flooding rush of overcame me
and the pleasure from my brain begins to drip down through my spine to every
conceivable location. I am able to
direct the flow and control the s and experience of the mescaline with surgical
precision. Power will never again
have the same meaning. The
distinction between a man and a god is a little less clear.
+150 minutes
Entertainment interrupted at
apartment (WiFi), leading to silence – anxiety cued to kick in and I had
started to begin “autopilot mode”, preparing to numb the anxiety with a beer
and a bar, when I decided to remove the unwanted feelings/thoughts/sensations. Accepting your divine sovereignty over
your own body and mind requires a commitment to practicing temperance and
selflessness.
Every spin on
the merry-go-round weaves a layer of power that I absorb and wear as skin.
The mental
message to the earlier sentence is received.
…on to the
visuals…
My apartment, which is otherwise
an adversary of outside light, is illuminated with a sun-like radiance. The earth-toney greens and yellows
provide glowing halos to even the darkest corners of space.
I have just spent a minute making
sense. To time there is no greater
value, and there is not any spare!
A penny saved is a penny earned.
SPEAKING OF CLOCKS, I am counting
down to +3 hours.
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T r a v e l N o t e s
+270 minutes
Was able to commit to record
music on Line6 looper. Listening
back I can hear the trip dominate the language of the guitar…the way the notes
spirals mirrors exactly the image I see in a clear reflection. Cascading glass melting back into
sand. ECHO | ECHO
Creativity comes first, and it is
always natural/pure/innocent. A
streak continues until “awareness” creeps in and adulterates the creative
process. Awareness introduces
outside variables and interests, and is a reliable means of stunting creation.
Back to the drawing board…
+300 minutes
At this time I am tripping enough
to where I could wonder about the grand/long term changes this experience may
bring about and be at total peace.
I am far from acceptable to be engaged with society and I am unsure how
long this will last.
…I don’t know what to
expect. I’m not getting more á but
it is not waning â It’s perfect. It’s balanced.
It’s the controlled breath of the
waves.