What happened after the last session of the Psilocybin Research Study. (Please read that first)

At the end of session 9 the drugs finally wore off the mind, still my body was blown out. My fleshy human ballon interface had just popped into the totality of non-existence. From this void of clarity; god goggles were slipped on and the universe was born, growing faster and more complex. I needed some water.....please. Slowly I regained my motor skills safe enough to leave the research unit. The cab comes and takes me home its 7pm. By 7:30 I come home to an amazing raw salad, I am elevated, back to normal but better my senses are so open, energy flows completely through me yet I retain a solid form. I am doing the dishes (which I love to do) and I sense that something strange is happening outside. I stick my head out and dont see anything, go to the other window and see in my neighbors back yard: a freaked out guy with one handcuff on his wrist and hes cornere on some stairs. 5 cops run up, it had been a long chase and hes cornered. Mace is sprayed in his face, hes getting more freaked out and full of energy..... I turn around and tell Carly to go down stairs and close and lock the door, hey---we usually keep it locked but we were waiting for an out of town guest to show up. Door is locked. At this point everyone is away from the windows just in case the bullets start flying. After like a few minutes, the cops cannot get him hes behind our neighbors fence it is huge, locked, and with barbed wire and somehow the running man has disappeared.

Living in west Baltimore, is tricky, its a low level war zone, END THE WAR ON DRUGS, and living here I maintain a neutral presence as possible to both sides. If and when I take a step forward and insert myself into these types of situations I try to help it end peacefully as possible. So I go down to open the side door and unlock the back gate, before someone gets too pissed or scared and starts to shoot. I open the door and an out of breath rookie runs up and throws his gun in my face, insane eyes stare at me, tons of cops are running up to our building and he was at our front gates confused trying to get in. "KEYS" "KEYS" I inform him calmly and in a tone of authority. At this point there is no way Im going out side, "Its the small silver one" and I pass it through the door. I close my door again. I stop for a second and listen to my heart, calm as ever......Yup.... After what I went through a few hours before, this is nothing, a walk in the park.......

"He's on the roof!"

I hear the police helicopter above, oh shit our roof door is wide open on this beautiful summer evening! I don't even know how this guy got on our roof, its 2 stories up and nothing to climb. What? A maced guy somehow climbed a telephone phone to our deck? .......Carly runs up the stairs to close the door..... I am waiting for her to come back..... she does, wheww....

"Ok Carly, I am letting the cops in, are you ready?"

"OK"

I open the door

" Listen, hes on our deck, hes really freaked out, If we let you in you must bring him down peacefully."

They agree, and Carly walks them up to the third floor nice and proper. They go out and everything is bizzarly mellow, the banter between them was one of a good chase, but someone got caught. A another day on the job in this crazy city.

What just happened is a mirror

the inner experience

a reverse mirror

praise duality

locked

dance

together

praise duality

rorrim esrever a

the outer experience

Locked in symbol until absorbed

The next week and a half when I close my eyes to go to sleep, I see the Seal of Solomon. It is blazed into my eyes mind, an after burn image that shows a map. I planned that at the end of all the sessions I would a bunch of reconstruction projects around the house and that would be a good way to help balance my awareness in my body. Just hop right into it but, two days after the session, I get a bee sting on my hand, it swells up massively. Well its my left hand so I can do some things, next day get a large burn on my right hand.Geez-o-Man.....Ok... I can take the hint. I chill for the rest of the week, focusing inward, going in the sauna sweating a bunch and thinking.

As I am meditating the third day later, It hits me. Holiest of Shits. When I was 18 years old I experienced my first entheogenic fueled ego-death drug blast. And on that night and a a bunch of times afterward, visions could come dressed as memories. I am in some sort of a governmental and/or institutional mind control experiment. It always seemed this memory was a blocked memory, something that happened that was so intense, it was put into the subconscious mind for safe keeping.And this constant memory fed the more paranoid aspects of my personality and world view. This barely seen 'memory' involved me sitting across from some one, this person hands me an object and asks me a question that I know the answer too but it does not make any sense, but it should.

Here it is 2009 and this constant memory came to pass, at Behavioral Pharmacology Research Unit in Baltimore.

"What?"

Since my legal name is not Twig Harper and I was getting paid --*$1200! god bless!---- my legal name was used on all the paper work. So every session before I was dosed, Chad who ran sessions, would hand me the pill box which he got from the lock and key drug holders. Printed with my legal name.

he would look down at it, and say "James Johnston, you know this guy?"

We would laugh, its was a great little lets get down to work, setting the stage for me to wonder 'who is this guy?'

So now here I am standing across the abyss, shaking hands with my lower self, handing information over. I have just experienced the subtle art of space and time travel. And at this point I knew that I had received information that I would only experience in the future. They will slowly peep behind the curtain untul that time comes, permanent reverse de ja vue.

"Or the future."

See the future, be the future"

what about ...... "No past, No present, No future",? ...............................................

----get lost in the void, nihilist.

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