I am outside. Twilight has deepened almost to night. I am at the end of a country road, no streetlights, field to the east, wooded mountain to the south, wooded gully to the west where three houses sit on the other side on another road. I'm in our private yard in a deck chair. I've been meditating after a bit of cannabis.

 

I take one hit of Seibert's 5x enhanced leaf, set the pipe down and hold the toke while I count to 30. I begin spinning and tingling strongly all over while still counting. One part of me is remarking that I can still count sequentially. Another part is noticing the energy layer or surrounding membrane pulsing about the branches and leaves of the tree against the twilight sky in front of me. Another part of me is spinning in a vast nonlocal spacescape of shades of organic yellows, creams, tans and browns.

 

The spinning, tingling part of me is prominent now and allows release of all sense of a body. This part allows release of all sense of time and space location. This part allows release of all sense of ""I"". Only rapid vibratory spinning, being. Only being. Being. Being. Being.

And spinning back, "I" return, time and space return, body returns. Redtip bushes as high as the house are near me, companions in the livingness. The deep moist twilight air is dancing with currents of sparkling energy beings. The air is dense with them. We are sharing oneness together.

 

One energy being is close in front of me and I register beneficence, safety. I broadcast this also. The exchange is telelpathic. We are all sharing oneness, me, the energy beings, the trees, stars, land, plants, house -- all belonging here equally. My human self is stripped to essence and this is ok. All is beautiful and dancng, throbbing, pulsing with life energy, and all is good-essence, true-ground. My creatureness resonates with this ageless essence, blessed and living vividly.

 

The part about being willing to spin and release successive layers of consensus identification (body, time and space location, ego) is especially heartening to me. One way I have been practicing for this is by focussing my eyes to different focal depths, such as six inches in front of the bridge of my nose, or a yard in front of my face, or six fet in front of me. Learning to see other than I've been trained. Allowing the patterns and shapes of ""known"" objects (trees, light and shadow on the grass, etc.) to re-form into otherwheres -- landscapes, buildings, villages, people, processions. Learning to be more fluid, more flexible with my assemblage point, the way I put my version of "reality" together.

Twilight is an especially good time to do this because that is when the rhodopsin in our retinas, also called ""visual purple"", kicks in. Visual purple is the chemical substance within the rods of our eye's retinas that allows us to see in relative darkness. Visual purple enables the dark-adapted eye.

 

The cones of our retina, active in bright light's vision, seem akin to our verbal and rational left brain. They perceive detail, color and contrast -- specifics. Visual purple and the rods of our retinas seem akin to our nonverbal, irrational right brain. Night vision is not of color and detail, not of sharp clarity. Night vision perceives general shapes in shades of lightness and darkness, coursing in subtly corruscating currents, moving in luminous etheric tides. The dark-adapted eye perceives chaotic, shifting realms, the domain of the Dark Feminine where mysterious patterns can slowly become visible.

 

So I linger among the energy beings, sharing essence, until full night has fallen and the raccoons begin arguing over the food in the raccoon feeder behind the house.

 

That was one potent hit! I feel renewed and fresh today, as if evening's wind is yet softly blowing through me. "