At times under their influence, I touched the face of God.
At times under their influence, I entered a dark, satanic netherworld.
All the psychedelic experiences were nothing but altered perceptions.
No supernatural spirits, good or evil, were involved.
Yet, some trips created a mystical universe where all was love.
Other trips led into an evil abyss where insanity screamed but no one could hear; muffled darkness muted the cries.
Dad's spinal cord severed at C-4.
One would hope it was only a hallucination.
His body no longer able to communicate impulses and feeling and movement.
Charlie fell off a ladder six months ago.
He suffered a C-5 sever, one vertebrae below C-4.
He is an artist.
Now he can no longer draw or paint, using his hands.
If he can make it through the first 1-1/2 to 2 years, then he can make it.
I hope he finds a purpose again.