This is a continuation of the above story...
for anyone interested in knowing what happened next.
IMPORTANT NOTE NUMBER 2: Neither the DMT Nexus or myself condone the taking of psychedelics by minors.
Also, it is worthwhile to note that it was very, very foolish of me to trip with my mother at home, sleeping or not. Tripping while at home with a disapproving parent pretty much obliterates your set and settingPRE-CONDITIONS I had just undergone my very first incredibly profound and fully impressive LSD experience three weeks prior to this. As far as I was concerned it had been the single most terrifying yet at the same time enjoyable time of my entire life up until that point.
I felt like I had found this amazing mystical hidden realm that no one else knew about. I was unsure however if any of the extraordinary things I had seen were any way real or just simply imagined. I could not decide if what I had experienced was just part of the effects of a powerful drug or something more. What I now wanted was to bring a close friend on a trip with me. I wanted to share my amazing discovery but I also I wanted to see if perhaps their experience would be in any way similar to mine.
I carefully deliberated which close friend I wanted to share this discovery with. I needed someone with the correct temperament, I needed a person who fearless yet open minded. I also required someone whom I was comfortable being around. Eventually, I came to the conclusion that my best friend since elementary school was the best option. We got along splendidly and he seemed adventurous enough to
go on such an outrageous journey..
(mind)Set: I was young and ignorant for the most part. I thought I was some kind of expert on magic and witchcraft stuff...In reality I new nothing. I very ignorantly thought that I could help my friend "expand his mind" by giving him LSD. Really all I offered him was a good dose of the blind leading the blind.
I had a strong interest in LSD, mainly because of a D.A.R.E class project that I had to complete while in the sixth grade on the dangers and effects of the infamous psychedelic compound.
(physical condition) Set: Good
Setting (location):My mother's house, in the basement while my mother was home. (Would not recommend trying this at home, with your parents)
time of day: Night time to early morning
recent drug use: Marijuana
last meal: Possibly leftovers from whatever my mother had cooked the previous evening.
PARTICIPANTGender: m
body weight: 60 Kilograms
known sensitivities: None
history of use: Inexperienced, second high dose LSD trip ever.
BIOASSAYSubstance(s): LSD blotter with an unknown amount of a different type of LSD added) 2-3 drops per hit added.
Dose(s): Two and one half hits per person
EFFECTS[/u]
Administration time: T=11:00pm
Duration: 16-18 hours
First effects: 11:20pm
Peak: 11:45pm-6:30 am
Come down:7:00am-12:00pm
Baseline:4:00-5:00pm
Intensity (overall): 4
OPTIONALPleasantness: 4
Implesantness: 4
Visual Intensity: 4
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AFTER-EFFECTS[/u] Bewildered and astounded, somewhat traumatized.
Hangover: 0
Afterglow: 3
REPORTSo my best friend agreed to take a psychedelic journey with me....we made arrangements for a sleep over to take place at my house. I had the whole basement, music , movies, TV an Amiga computer system and a 1950's pinball machine...so I felt it was ideal setting for LSD back then.
We dosed the acid shortly after my mother had gone to bed for the evening, it was about 11:00 pm on a Friday night.
We each ingested two hits each of the mega-dosed blotter LSD I had that was known as "eight ball". Within about 15 minutes I began to feel marked changes in my perception.
I asked my friend if he could feel anything he told me he could not. I was in disbelief that he could not feel the effects yet. My friend wanted to watch TV while we waited for the effects to kick in so we turned on the tube
Saturday night live was on. Immediately I became extremely annoyed by the abrasiveness of the T.V and suggested that my friend turn it off. My friend refused saying he wanted to watch it, so I backed off, said it was cool and decided to just ignore the T.V.
I walked into my bathroom and started preparing a bowl for us to smoke because I could feel the effects of the acid rapidly approaching like a fast moving storm.
I had the marijuana ready and then invited my friend into the bathroom to smoke with me. The bathroom was my official smoking place because there was a tiny window where you could blow the smoke outside. My friend said he was not ready to smoke and complained that he did not feel anything yet off the acid. I, on the other hand was starting to trip very hard. My friend asked to eat more LSD. I told him he should wait a bit longer first. It had only been about 30 minutes so far since we took the acid.
He went back to watching T.V, The show, American Gladiators had just started. I strongly disliked this show but my friend liked it and did not want to change the channel. I went into another room in the basement, again attempting to ignore the T.V. I setup the strobe light and selected some CD'S to listen to. I started to get a strange familiar dreamy/ far away floating sensation and I kept to forgeting what I was doing.
Suddenly my friend came bursting into the room yelling "I am INSIDE the American gladiators!!"
I was a bit mad at him for yelling and I said "Dude, be careful you might wake my mom up." My friend just said, still in a louder than I would like voice..."No!! you don't understand, I am INSIDE the F""""ng american gladiators, I am a F***ing American Gladiator right now!!"
He started charging at me as if though he was going to attack me, but then I think he noticed the look of horror on my face and he stopped short and said "hey, what's the matter? don't you see that we are inside of American Gladiators??
I said "No, I don't see that", my friend seemed shocked that I could not see how we were inside of the T.V show. I told him, "I'm not inside the T.V but I do feel the acid man."
My friend then told me that he had nearly forgotten that we took the acid at all for a moment, this statement concerned me a little.
Then my friend became extremely animated and he said he felt really great. Then quite abruptly and out of nowhere..... he got this really wide, super bizarre grin on his face and he just gave me this very unsettling look. I was going to ask him what was going on when he closed his eyes and started to fall backwards...all along keeping this odd carnival type smile on his face.
Helplessly I watched in horror as my best friend proceeded to fall straight backwards. Time seemed to slow down to a snails pace as my friend and his weird frozen smile both fell back right directly into my drum set. Tink-tink-CRAAAASH! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
The sounds that the drum set made as my friend fell into them was louder than anything I could have imagined.
My friend was lying there, motionless, in the middle of my drum set, still with the frozen smile. My brain started reeling, I fell into a deep panic , I was not sure if my friend was just trying to play some horribly misguided joke on me or if he had really passed out somehow.
I had never heard of anyone passing out on LSD, I tried to communicate with him, I said his name, slapped his face lightly, no response. He seemed to be breathing, he still had the smile. I fully expected my mother to come flying down the stairs in order to investigate the loud noise at any second. I knew I was now officially tripping very hard, tracers and hypnotic patterns seemed to erupt and inundate themselves, out of around and within everything around me. I thought I could see weird old fashioned random alphabet letters dancing all over my passed out friends face they reminded me of alphabet soup, or alphabets cereal.
To my utter amazement my mother did not arrive as I thought she would. What seemed like minutes had passed but my friend was still lying there, still with the frozen smile. I called out his name and shook him rather violently. He still did not respond and I started to think that maybe the LSD was maybe poisoned and we were both going to die. "Oh lord I'm going to fall over Next." I thought.
Fortunately after vigorously shaking him for about a minute. He finally opened his eyes and his smile fleeted away instantly. A look of utter confusion immediately played itself across his face. He sat up from the midst of my fallen and scattered drum set, his hair was very messy and he had this baffled confused look. He asked me in a quite and sincere voice. 'What happened?".
I said "You fell into my drums man. Did you mean to do that? You might have woken my mom up."
My friend said, "Oh man, I did this? I'm so sorry" He stood up and attempted to gain his composure. I too was badly rattled. I was thinking, "he fell into my drums and then forgot about it?"
I did not now what to think about the amnesia stuff that he seemed to be going through. I was just very glad that my mother did not come downstairs to investigate and that my friend was ok. At this point my friend seemed to be acting normal and asked me if I was ready to smoke some marijuana yet.
I said OK so we went to the bathroom and proceeded to smoke. We each took two hits off my home made pipe and then I sprayed some air freshener and lit some incense. Right away I felt the amazing dream like feeling I had felt on my last LSD trip with the same acid. I felt like I was being embraced by the pure emptiness of a endless void that engulfed everything there was. I had a thought that somehow the vivid multi colored tracers I was seeing were intrinsically linked with infinity itself, I felt like the trails coming of my hands were so indescribably profound looking like my arms were making waves in a sea of eternity.
I stretched out on the floor and laid on my side. My friend was sitting in a chair across the room. Suddenly I found myself transported into this other dimension. In this strange place I was a tiny, single point of very intense light. As this bright speck of light I suddenly began to travel at a phenomenal speed down this electric blue neon super slide, It was like a crazy amusement park ride. Faster and faster I went as I slid down the brilliantly illuminated ice blue slide of light with incredible speed, as I went along a bright streaking trail of pure light/awareness traced close behind me. It reminded me of the really scary and high up water slides at the water park but instead of being like water and plastic, it was like electricity.
I blinked. I found myself with my eyes looking point blank inches away from the side of one of my basketball shoes as I lay on the floor. I realized that somehow my consciousness had just ridden the bold blue and white "Nike swoop" that decorated the side of my shoe. I did not know how to make heads or tails out of what I had just seen and experienced.
Suddenly I heard a muffled yell. It was my friend hollering about something again. I quickly rose to my feet and went over to where he was sitting to see what the matter was. He was holding a half melted candy bar in one hand. There was a single bite taken out of it. He held up his chocolate covered hand at me and had a look of terror on his face.
"AHHHH!" he yelled , in a panic. I said sternly., "DUDE!? what the hell is wrong with you?? Your going to wake my mom up man." My friend then got a confused look on his face again, he said "Oh." and then he quickly became calm. He then told me that he thought he had bitten a part of his hand off, when in actual reality it was only the candy bar. he had bitten into
I said, "Jesus man, remember LSD makes you see things, don't freak out on me here." He seemed shocked by what was taking place. I asked him if he wanted a glass of water and he told me he did. Again I was just grateful my mother was not yet alerted by the yelling.
I carefully went upstairs with a deliberate mission for water and a box of "little Debbie" cream pies. I poured two glasses of cold water from the bottle in the fridge, and with the stealth of a ninja I grabbed the box of oatmeal cookies from the pantry. The thought of encountering my mother never left my mind, I was in a delicate position that forced me to either act with total stealth or face else ultimate unknown parental wrath. The worry never seemed to vacate from the back of my mind.
My friend was still sitting in his chair, he seemed disturbed or somehow distracted, like something was bothering him. I pulled a chair up and sat down opposite him, my concern seemed to out way my massive LSD buzz. I did not like seeing my friend upset. I handed his glass of water and he drank it. He quickly guzzled his water down and then started sort of just staring at the empty glass, It looked like he was tripping out on the cup. I took only one sip of my water and then set my drink down on a nearby counter top because I was not terribly thirsty.
A very odd sensation came over me. It felt very tense all around somehow, there was a powerfully oppressive feeling in the air. I noticed the Nightmare on Elm street poster I had was moving around in a creepy fashion I didn't know what was happening was but I did not like it one bit.
Then my friend raised his empty glass up at me and very solemnly asked me,
"Did you poison this?" he suddenly asks this question out of no where. I thought he might be joking at first. But the look in his eyes was one of pure deadly seriousness. I knew my friend well and I knew he meant what he had just said.
I looked at him like he had lost his mind and I said, "No, I did not poison you. what are you? crazy?" He gave me a look of ultimate mistrust and said, "I think you did."
I said, "you're kidding right?, No way I would poison you man" Your just high on acid. For a second he looked so angry I thought he was going to punch me.
Then, all at once his face changed expression and he started smiling. "Dude, I am tripping balls. he said", then he started to chuckle. I felt a great deal relieved by the change of mood.
Eager to move on to bigger and better things, I suggested that we try out the strobe light I had recently purchased. He agreed but then we decided to finish the rest of the marijuana first. We went into the bathroom and took a few more really giant puffs each and then walked into one of the basement rooms to view the strobe light.
We made ourselves comfortable...I asked if he was ready. He replied that he was and so I turned the switch on the back of the large strobe light to the on position. The switch had a variable speed so I started on slow. The strobe made a ticking sound with each flash......
"Tick.........Tick.........Tick.........Tick" the sound was hypnotic in itself with each flash of the strobe I could see everything around me change dramatically. I had a rather elaborate collection of posters, a theme that was a combination of rock bands and horror movies.
The first thing that seized my attention was this early 80's Ozzy Osborne black light poster I had. It seemed Ozzy in his tattered madman costume had become totally three dimensional and was dancing from side to side in front of me, he was holding a crucifix, wearing a terrifically horrifying grimace of pure insanity and he was giving me a rather uneasy look directly into my shocked eyes.
I started to speed it up a bit. because I did not care for the Ozzy Dance I was seeing so far on slow speed. "Tick...Tick....Tick....Tick...Tick.", Then, with the new rapid flashing Ozzy melted away and then as the rhythmic ticking of the whitish light reached a steady certain speed, something extraordinary began to take place. As the bright my eyes closed I saw the most picturesque Japanese mountain landscape that I had ever seen either on television or cared to imagine. Everything about it was perfect and breathtaking, there were numerous silhouettes of plum trees and cherry blossom. The dark angular branches of the trees highlighted themselves against the crimson Japanese sunset and rolling hillside, These intricately ornate red and fusia colored Japanese lanterns danced themselves ecstatically across the starry cartoon like sky.
I opened my eyes expecting to see my friend with a smile on his face, I figured for some reason he had to have been transported to the same story book Japanese, cherry blossom hillside motif landscape world that I had just been to.. It was apparent however that he had not been transported to a magical realm and was apparently not having a good time. He was staring straight at me with an obvious frown, he looked angry and disturbed again.
"Turn it off." he said in a quite scratchy voice, he sounded as if he could barely get the words out. I did not turn it off right away because I was a bit annoyed with him. I said, "What's wrong dude? Don't you like the strobe light?"
"No." He snapped back at me. "Turn the fu***g thing off now!"
I got up and turned the light on. My friend looked pale as could be, with a greenish tinge. he had circles under his eyes. He looked ill somehow.
"All you alright man?" I asked out of pure concern for my friend, he looked miserable. For a moment I felt guilty for having such an incredible time.
"hm rfnying" he looked at me and mumbled something.
"What dude?" I asked.
He looked at me straight in the eye with ultimate conviction he said in very raspy voice, "I'm dying" this time I heard what he said.
"Dude, your not dying. I promise your just tripping and you will be fine, just relax man.
"No. you don't understand, I am dying" As my friend spoke these fateful words he also looked at me with the most sad, pathetic, hopeless look I had ever seen. He was positive that this was it. I could see in his eyes that he wanted me to call 911 or something.
I started to become panicked and worried again. The thought that we somehow took poison laced LSD re-surfaced in my mind.
It dawned on me that I had just gone through this whole "feels like I'm dying thing" the last time I took this stuff. I reported my finding immediately to my despondent tripping companion, I told him in a matter of fact way, "Hey man, your not dying. I went through this exact same thing when I took this acid, last time I tripped"
He didn't seem to believe me at first, and he said he needed to use the restroom. I strongly advised him to avoid looking in the mirror and he agreed to do so. Meanwhile, on the nightmare on elm street poster, the twisted face of Freddy Kruger began to come alive and was extremely menacing to the extreme, his razor gloved fingers seemed to stretch out across the room towards me, I wanted to run but knew it was "all in my head.."
"Aaaaaaaaaagggghhh!" I heard the by now familiar holler come from the bathroom. I turned away from the poster and my friend came sprinting into the room.
"Oh my God!!! Dude!" I'm peeing blood!!!".
Right away I knew this was most likely not the case. I gave him a look like he was out of his mind but he insisted that he had just peed out both blood and puss. After a moment, I got him to calm down a bit and then agreed to go investigate the alleged bloody pee. As I suspected the pee in question had a normal color to it. He could not see that it was just yellow though, even after I pointed it out. and I had convince him that his pee was in fact OK. "Dude, your going to have to take my word for it, your pee is fine. Now flush the toilet and calm yourself down. Your going to be fine."
He told me that he did not feel fine.
I calmly asked him to try his best to get a hold of himself, I patiently explained that he was merely experiencing the effects of a very powerful drug. He struggled to understand at first but then a wave of mild lucidity came over him and he seemed to grasp what I was getting at.
He said, I see it's all sort of in my head isn't it whether I feel like I am dying or not. It was then I realized that a part of him really had died. I came to the conclusion that the same part of me had also died the last time I had taken this acid by myself. It was a cowardly lethargic part of me that I knew I was better off without, I knew that he was probably better off without that part of him as well.
At the persistent urging of my friend we decided to take a tiny bit more acid, so we split a hit and smoked some more marijuana. We had planned to view the movie Pink Floyd the Wall and so while my friend made himself comfortable I popped the tape into the VCR. I remember the movie seemed to somehow tell the story of my life, and of everyones life in a way. As the story unfolded about Pink, a rock star that loses his mind because of too many drugs and too many bad relationships. Even though I was definitely not a rockstar I began to relate to what the movie was saying on so many levels.
There is one part in the movie where the main character, Pink walks into this old insane asylum while he is a little boy. As the young child Pink walks through the insane asylum he encounters a person wearing a straight jacket crouched headfirst in the corner of the room.
Suddenly the straight jacketed man turns around to reveal his insanity ridden face. And the boy finds himself looking at the future him. The straight Jacketed man is Pink as an adult.
But instead of Pink's adult face. I see the straight jacketed man has the face of my friend that I was tripping with. Right at that moment I heard my freaind say..."Oh my god."
I said ..."what's wrong dude?, are you alright?"
He said, "yeah I'm ok it's just that this movie is tripping me out man."
Why is that? I asked . and placed the movie on pause.
My friend answered, "Because man, when the crazy guy in the insane asylum turned around, I saw MY face. It was me inside the nuthouse, and I was the little boy too."
I blurted out that I also saw the same thing. I said "I saw you too man, In the insane asylum."
I tried to laugh it off by saying, "well lets just hope you don't ever actually end up in the nuthouse."
So after the movie we moved into one of the other rooms and sat in the black light. My assorted black light posters were coming to life in a variety of ways. I began to feel immersed in a prehistoric Jungle world similar to what I had gone through on my previous trip except this time I was not so afraid of it. Visions of the jungle seemed to comfort me with their beauty. I then noticed that the Ozzy Osborne poster was moving again except this time instead of a menacing psychopath wielding a crucifix like earlier, this time he looked like a Native American shaman holding a feather and dancing a native dance.
I had never noticed until that moment that that poster actually had two images in it superimposed on one another. A shaman, and a madman.
I realized then that this whole time my friend had been staring at this hand carved devil mask that was hanging on the wall behind me. I had gotten it from a mysterious old Indian beach vendor while vacationing in Mexico. This crimson red and black mask had three long pointed horns and white fangs. It was extremely detailed to the point of being a bit disturbing, I had a taste for dark things at that age so I was quite fond of it..
I sort of got concerned about him and said, "Hey man, why are you staring at the devil for?"
"You mean Satan?" He said back automatically.
"I mean that mask" That mask is kind of creepy, you probably shouldn't stare at it.
"Then why do you have it?" he asked.
"Because it looks cool. I guess" I responded.
" I want to show you something" he said. "Stare at it with me. Don't be afraid."
It felt pretty wrong but I had to agree that the hand carved crimson mask was somehow seductive looking. I allowed my self to start staring at it too.
As we both gazed at the mask it became electrified and seemed to literally come alive. It was glowing with an eerie neon crimson light and the eyes began to shine. The eyes began to look like some sort of evil robot eyes. I "knew" the mask was beginning to speak
I became frightened and broke off my gaze from the mask. "Why did you stop?" My friend asked me in an irritated voice.
"Because man, that's freaky." I said
"Dude, your right. what the hell are we staring at a Devil mask for?" He asked me.
"Because YOU wanted to" I retorted back.
"I did?" he said. He did not seem to remember asking me to stare at the mask. I did not know what to make of my friends continual LSD amnesia problem he kept having.
I was trying to get my bearing together to refocus because it seemed like the trip was beginning to take a negative direction. I noticed the Freddy Kruger poster eyeballing me again in a strange way, it's metallic hand flashing menacingly.
"we can change" I heard my friend suddenly say.
"what do you mean? I asked for clarification about his statement which I thought could have meant anything,
"We can change......into animals" He said as he looked pointedly at black light poster I had on my wall of a wild black panther.
It was strange to me that he said this because I had just been recently reading about lycanthrope, and how ancient people could supposedly transform themselves into animals at will.
"Can't you feel how easy it would be to transform right now? He asked.
I did indeed feel that the potential for physical transformation was there. This was largely because I felt as if though I had no actual physically to my body. There was this plastic-man sort of feeling. I instinctively "understood" that changing into animals would be within the realm of possibility
I decided to give it a shot.. I always had a great interest in magic and sorcery so I felt like it would be incredible to try such a thing. We both decided to try and transform into panthers.
"You have to transform mentally before you transform physically" I quietly announced before we began. My friend understood what I was getting at. At first I was skeptical that it would work at all, my rationality told me that it was impossible to change into an animal and all I would end up changing was myself from sane to insane.
After a few moments of focusing on what it would like to be a Panther I saw that the sorcery technique known as lycanthrope may actually be a real and true thing.
For some reason the animal I was focusing on switched itself from a black panther to a purple jaguar with green eyes. After a moment of silent contemplation I ceased to become a human and began to gradually exist as a wild jaguar. The feelings and emotional changes that accompanied the transformation were startling. I knew then that it would work. I could even detect what I thought were the beginnings of physical transformation taking place.
On the other side of the room my friend seemed to be having difficulty getting anything to happen despite his efforts I told him that the technique required absolute inner silence, this hint seemed to accelerate his efforts greatly. My friend was crouched down like a cat, then he began crawling around on all fours, growling. His cat act became extremely convincing to me to the point that I actually began to visually perceive that he actually was a giant black jungle panther pacing back and forth in my basement living room.
After a minute or two of watching my friend imitate the movements of a panther I began to lose complete sight of my friend and no longer could detect any thing that was human.
I quickly began to realize that my changing into animals technique worked too well. I thought of this at the same time it occurred to me that I had no idea how to change someone back from animal form into human form. Judging by the furiously savage look of wild untamed anger in what was once my good friends eyes it looked as if though this monstrous beast might attack me.
The thought of how I would explain this to our parents came to mind. Even if this insane animal did not choose rip me to shreds with it's predatory prowess then I would be left to explain a while lot of unexplainable things to parents and possibly even the police/animal control agencies. Explaining the sudden disappearance of a human being and the just as sudden emergence of a wild jungle creature seemed like an unpleasant task to say the least.
"Stop man" I asked. When I said this the Panther crouched as if though ready to mutilate me. It looked like it would shred anything that moved wrong. Half afraid my arm would be ripped off by a pair of pearly white panther teeth. I went ahead and put my hand on the beast's shoulder. As soon as I touched him his Panther trance halted. He stood up and looked at me with an angry glare and protested my decision to interrupt him "why did you stop me man? could you not see that I was almost there, It was starting to work. I was really changing"
"I know you were, I could see it." I replied, "But I don't know how to change you back, I never wanted to completely change, I just wanted to see if it would work or not.
"It works" he said still sounding resentful about me having stopped him.
"what would I have told your mom? here's your son...a huge jungle predator."
"And what if you would have killed me?" The police probably would have just shot you and it would have been on the news and everything, Police shoot crazed wild panther in suburban area, it would have said" I told him.
"I suppose your right man, thanks for stopping me I guess"
A while later we snuck out to the back yard and did a bit of stargazing. The stars looked so incredible that I felt as if though I had never seen stars before in my life until that moment. I could make out very consise geometrical configurations in the night sky, it loked like a never ending pattern that formed an infinite web of shining snowflakes. "The web of the universe" I thought to myself. All at once all the confusing philosophy books I had been reading began to make very clear sense.
I remember thinking that I was seeing the world throught the eyes of a medicine man, even though I had no Idea what that meant at that time of my life. My friend woke me up from my spectacular stellar stargazing dream by asking me if I could get him a blanket.
"You need a blanket? Why?" I asked, somewhat annoyed by his request.
"Yeah, I need a blanket man, I don't like lying in the grass" my friend defended his request.
"I'ts not that bad, just deal with it, it's nature" I retorted.
The problem was that the blanket was inside and I did not want to get it for fear that I might wake my mother up in the process.
"I'll get it then" my friend said beligerently as he stood up.
"No man, there is no way" I said as I also stood up. To me this was madness, I was not sure what had gotten into my friend but I did not care for it one bit.
"If you won't get it then I will" he declared flat out to me.
He then moved towards my back door with an air of determination. I actually moved to block him and said, "No man, I don't want you to wake my mom up."
Right at that moment I saw a very quick bright red crimson flash of light that seemed to emanate from some point inside of his eyes, when he spoke the words, "I'm not stupid man, I can get the blanket without waking up your mother"
The red flash of light thing honestly scared me a little, I actually yielded and let him go and get the blanket, something I normally would never had done. Suprisingly, he seemed to have retrieved the blanket without alerting my mother. He put the blanket on the lawn and we sat back down, I was happy to continue my constalation observations. My friend seemed content just to have the blanket to lay on.
I was lost,contemplating the inexplicable dancing geometry of the heavens when suddenly I heard the sound of my worst fears, it was my mother! she was standing at...
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(42kb) downloaded 114 time(s).And why do you look at the speck in your brother's eye, but do not percieve the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, "brother let me remove the speck from your eye", when you yourself do not see the plank that is in your own eye?-Yeshua ben Yoseph