on a warm spring day, a few friends and i went up to north to see one of our favorites bands play, the one and only, Iron Maiden. such things as concerts always put me in a great mind state for taking a psychedelic journey. it was late that night in the hotel room, my friends and i ingested each a fair amount of both acid and mushrooms. the onset came on rapidly for all of us, we all soon fell under its trance. i experienced a phenomena known as christ conscious, and then i was shown what it would be like if i would reconnect with the source, and i was told that if i were to ever reach the end where we reconnect with the source there is a sacrifice of leaving you and becoming the whole, but just leap my friend, wants you reconnected, you are free. so i say take this advice with you, into eternity, till you are home...
well its like that one robert frost poem. he would like to just "rest in peace", but hes got biddings to do, people who still need his love, people who still need his care, he must go on for he still has a duty.
I know right? L has shown me many reasons to not be apprehensive about death, but with kids it's so much harder to accept it.
