2.3.12

Saturday Morning, March 3rd, 2012

1:25 - liftoff

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End Time 1:00, 15 minutes before we gean

1:51 Calm. No problems. It is as if there were nothing at all.I am in total control of my mental and motor faculties. I am.. unnerved to look back and see the messages I was writing not... 10, 15 minutes ago? And now I write with clarity and thought again. Boundaries.. I'm talking of boundaries. My illusions made me feel as if the space between my computer and the wall expands into forever; a large office hallway, and I'm set up against a corner. I saw myself see it. It is not there anymore.

2:07 Sane. Normal. The trip is over. I've neer gotten here before. I've always konked out. It feels like something sucked it away in the middle of the trip. strange..

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