Originally Posted by
gaijin
I'm 45 living in Japan with a rad life-- family of five, one of them mortgages. Things have sucked, but things have been alright, too. Things are good now.
I can't tell you how often I reflect on my psychedelic days. They were 25 years ago but I remember those trips almost daily. I remember seeing God. I remember connecting with the universe. I remember sitting on a rock and watching the universe unfold before me.
There is a reason psychedelics were such a large part of the foundation to pretty much all religion.
I guess I should read this thread. Or, maybe I already know what it's about.