Ushering in Gregorian

I check marked 25 on a sunny Sunday and ushered this fresh numeric in with a soft wander.

The trip was gentle and gnostic. Showing me through my clearly dilated pupils the secrets of my inner mind. A wisdom built up over a lifetime of experiences registered and organized somewhere deep outside my conscious understanding.

It was as if the LSD unlocked a coding pattern, which unleashed, restructures the operation of my brain. Allowing me a glimpse of lessons almost learned but alas, ultimately skirted to the fringes of my mind, directed by a perception clouded by 300 years of western cultures conditioned boundaries.

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We found fun and imagination in the park as we traveled to the moon in a land buggy, contemplating the social archetype of purple dinosaurs

We caught the daylight just in time to shine rainbows through nirvana quartz and into our optic nerves — Deep seeding it’s healing vibrancy into any remaining grey I may have held in my psyche.

Lying together in the sun, I journeyed ethereal around and through the room.

Releasing the dance in Maria’s brush strokes, encouraging Kevin’s abdomen to stop stressing so much and swimming in an through Sara in a trail of sexual energy — allowing apprehension to block my erection with ponderings of social appropriateness.

I flowed movements of fluid expression through electro-acoustic reverberations and I almost learned to hula.

I realized how the muscles in my body are the physical vessel by which I carry my life’s experience. Each knot and scar, injury and misalignment, somatic movement and expressive precedent are the homes of psycho-emotional hurt and blockage.

I explored my auric body as if it were non-ordinary reality and took note of my subjection’s interactions as it traversed this newly relativistic realm — Learning lessons and problem-solving within my auric environment’s multitude of occupant symbolism.

I understood my body’s ability to organically heal permanently any injury if I could just relax and let it do what it does when I’m not making it DO something else

I flew through my inner world on the winds of the Atman.

I saw hurting as healing

I felt the honest beauty in simple moments

And on my birthday,

I solidified fresh friendships.

Living again the wonder of intentional LSD

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