Starting our journey crawling on our hands and knees towards the wall behind the couch that now had turned into a black starry universe, we were all staring at a collective screen as well as our own!
Almost like today’s copy/paste, what we had in our individual minds was transposed onto the collective screen.
My having seen what appeared to be the devil himself and Doug frighteningly acknowledging that he also saw the same vision, Gleason said to just focus on God which he posted on our shared monitor.
The seconds that initially seemed like hours starting to feel more comfortable, I was seeing huge paint by number images and mathematical equations.
All of us traveling at what seemed to be the speed of light through the black flashing universe, we were tripping heavily for at least six hours.
Little by little we came back to the third dimension totally exhausted after hours of crawling and because of our joint smoking and beer drinking to take off the edge, we had a very serious case of the munchies.
While Doug was walking down the dark long hallway towards his bedroom to wake up Wendy to fix us a snack @ 5:00 A.M., I saw the ghostly images of the previous tenants.
He started freaking out when I described them exactly as they were!
Even though just average in school mathematics, numbers always fascinated me.
A master at keeping score in our football, basketball, baseball, and card games, I also kept track of my LSD and mescaline sojourns.
Enjoying mescaline and magic mushrooms before movies and concerts, I reserved acid for special occasions when I would visit Doug and Wendy and feel safe at their home.
On one occasion not following my self-imposed protocol, Doug angrily warned me to not trip for so many days in a row.
Having already taken a big tab of homemade acid from his buddy that lived upstairs on the fourth day consecutively, Doug had to work; so Wendy, Sandy and I stopped by Safeway at Pacifica to say hello to him on our way to the beach.
A treacherously steep and long climb down to the sand, we decided to just sit on the edge of the cliff and listen to the waves, since Wendy and Sandy had dropped only half a tab of acid.
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your very best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!