Organizing this into something

i was wondering if anyone wants to put together some sort of book filled with experiences and ideas created under the influences of psychedelics... i have realized that these drugs make you enter into the divine spiritual world. i have spoken with spirits from all over the passages of time and they have taught me many many things

You are now entering the religion of Psychedelia.. let your thoughts wonder but then catch them and tell me

 

i smoked a bowlpack of salvia, about a half an hour ago, i am pretty down now but i still feel a little buzzed.but heres what happend.

i met with a tree named oshk (not sure how to spell it but he pronouced it O-SH-EK) he said he was the watcher and kepper of all woods and forests.
he talked to me about how when people are walking around in the woods they do not care for the ants along the path that they might be stepping on, most humans will travel unknowingly killing thousands of things. he put all the things about ants in a perspective i have never thougt of.. we do not know much about the behavior of ants, he put me in the place of an ant and i felt the feelings of human relationships in this ant form. i was showed my friends and fellow workers that i had a strong connection with, i was told that i had died by a child with a magnifine (sp?) glass and now all those ants that had an emotional attachment had horriblely sad feelings and i had to feel them and i did. the moral of this trip is respect every living thing because we really do not know anything about them personly. Oshk was narrating (sp?) the whole time and i soon feel out of the ants life and saw oshk and he said that if you were to imagine the daily life of a small creature with such precision as our memories you would take care of every little living creature.

 

totaly know what you mean. Even when I'm not stoned or tripping, I'm always careful not to step on anything, bugs and young trees included. Hell, sometimes I feel bad just for adding to the wear on the trail and beating it down. I love this trail along the river that I could spend a day or two just hanging out in the woods by the water, but I always feel bad because I can see where the trail has worn away the earth into the river and where people have moved the trail and are wearing away at it. It kinda makes me feel like we can't exist without wrecking the earth, even when walking barefoot down a path. I've never reached that elvel with salvia, either.