OUR MINDS HAVE BEEN FUSED INTO ONE ****MMERING COLONIAL ANIMAL...
FLOWING IN THE CURRENTS OF THE MUSIC...
adrenaline, s*****onin,synapses on fire !
IN THE SHADOWS,TORCHES FLICKER IN THE BREEZE.
THE ORACLE BEGINS TO SPEAK,
FEEL THE HEAT...
adrenaline,s*****onin,synapses on fire!
WE DANCE OUTSIDE OF THE TRADITIONAL
REALM OF TIME AND SPACE.
THE CROWD ERUPTS IN OUTBURSTS OF FREE-FORM MOTION
AS THE INTENSITY OF THE JAM PEAKS
adrenaline,s*****onin,synapses on fire!
MY BODY IS TRANSFORMED INTO A PINBALL AND
I RICCOCHET AROUND THE SPECTRUM
ARENA BOUNCING OFF THE FLA****NG LIGHTS.
A CROWD OF DEADHEADS
SURROUND ME INTENT ON TELLING ME STUPID JOKES...
THEY JUST...know... THAT I WILL LAUGH...
adrenaline,s*****onin,synapses on fire!
GOD...THE 'BIG G' WALKS RIGHT UP TO ME AND SHAKES MY HAND.
HE ANSWERS ALL THE REALLY BIG QUESTIONS...
OF COURSE, BY THE NEXT MORNING I FORGOT THEM ALL!
NO PROBLEM ....
THEY WERE PROGRAMMED DIRECTLY INTO MY DNA
AND I'LL KNOW THEM UNTIL
THE END OF TIME........
THANK YOU DR. ALBERT HOFFMAN
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Self Hypnosis story. written to ENTRANCE the reader.
Imagine that you are floating in a tub of warm water...
every muscle in your body is completely relaxed...
your mind drifts and contentment blooms like
a time lapse film of a rose...
you leave your body and rise up to the ceiling...
you look back and see your body...
it is resting with a cup of tea in it's hand...ahh...mint...
as you watch your body,
your mind seeps thru the ceiling and you see the world.
there is a forest...it is for...rest...
on the shore of a lake a spiral of deadheads dance around a fire.
the flickering light seems to be perfectly synchronized to the
rhythm of the drums... alas...the reversal of entropy is mearly an
illusion.
one of the deadheads reaches into the shadows and lifts
a five gallon can of gasoline.
it is tightly sealed.he places it on the fire...
they all move back...
it will take time for the gas to expand enough to burst the can...
a slender woman with strawberry blond hair raises a conch shell
to her lips and draws a deep breath.
she blows a long note signaling
the beginning of a new era of mankind.
everything is dripping with meaning.
significance saturates every leaf of every tree ...
then a tiny hole appears in the gas can and
a cone of fire reaches for the sky...
you contemplate metalurgy,welding and strength of materials...
then the gas can resigns itself to fate
and a ball of fire searches for oxygen and of course finds it.
the spiral of deadheads emit a massive yeah! and you drift on...
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