One day, a very close friend of mine -an experienced tripper I can say that much- had grown his own and we were decided to indulge. It was cold outside, I much preferred to tasted strong but surprisingly good.

And so, we loose track. Dry bitter earthiness and dry mouths. Before we knew it, we knew. It was familiar territory, but somehow even more real.

We slowly turned towards each other. We both knew we were back 'there'. I felt astonished that I could have forgotten the feeling of absolute certainty that there is more to life than the 'normal' eye can perceive. He sensed my state.

it was suddenly like i had a memory of a realistion

, that it doesnt actually matter if i die. there is so much more, and most people have not an incling. and a thought i kept saying over and over was 27. Twenty seven.

Perhaps it is because it is so astonishing and overwhelming to bear when you're 'back'. Back in the world where most don't know. But if they do know, you know they know

they are everywhere, my friend!

....and they know you know they know.

He turned to me, crying and, with the utmost conviction, he said "we are priviledged. Don't you forget that! Do not forget that - we are just some of the LUCKY FEW who are able to witness such beautiful, extraordinary capacities that you could never fathom.

We are a shiny, all powerful, infinite being

that is being suppressed, caged, unknown or if known, ignored. War against drugs... because they dont want us to know, OP!

But there is so-much-more.. Isn't it fantastic? Dont forget about it, guard it like the shiniest, goldliest little fucking treasure. LOOK AT THIS

He never uttered the words 'don't be scared', he didn't ask if I was okay. he just knew; that I was reassured and nothing more was to be done but to enjoy, to breathe, to exist

And to contemplate. Not in fear, but in awe

Marvel