My being has changed and my identity, so all of these points about my previous identity can be attacked and that will make not a difference to me. You can see I have already brought in a demolition gang against the previous self, so you would just be tidying up. I've had it.
In any case, the curious thing is I am getting pectoral muscles and transverse abdominal muscles in weird ways.
My hair is getting grey. I am a fighter. Everything about me has been redesigned during that long period of initiation. I had no knowledge of how to fight, before, especially when I was down, and now I do. It's reflexive to me to separate my mind from my body if I really need to go in for the fight, or if I am in serious danger. I'm adept at coming to my own rescue. I had a weak body and untrained mind before, my only redeeming factor being an excessively strong will. But now I have all sorts of thing a-goin on and I am a-cruisin.
Now I can't even remember the emotions that were once connected with a lot of stuff I used to think, so don't come after me with that, harrassing me. There are sad clowns and happy clowns and I like happy.
Sure, sure, sure, there was some stuff I used to think when I was probing. I had a lot of stuff goin on those days on a lot of different channels of thought, and much of it was rabbit snares and other types of trials and experimentation.
But you can say I've got it all wrong why've I got it so good? Why'm I reading stuff in AMERICA that says its hard to know what's what or form a decent kind of relationship? So if I've got it wrong, I'd like to know the reason for that. But in any case, I haven't.
So I've got it right, let's say, and this is how I am now and I'm pleased with that. Because I could have been this other person who was really quite distressed and whatnot.
Course, I'd still like horses and reality to be much more intense, but sometimes it's that way inside my head in any case, reverberating.
But I'd like to get higher and greater frequencies of the reverberations. Like what you get from skydiving or racing across a grassed landing strip on a very fast horse at dusk.
There's some other stuff I'd like too. I'll put in an order. I'd like nobility of spirit to be justified and certain things to be regenerated.
That is it.
I'm out of the hypnotic mode I used to be in. Kind of like switching off the auto pilot and flying a plane by yourself. And yeah, I would like to do that too, fly a plane by myself.
But now there's no hypnosis, so you can't come after me and say I should have done this, or I mustn't have experienced what I did. I'm too alert to fall for trickery, even if it's rather good and done well.
This is your brain off acid.
Ah sobriety. A great intoxication.
I'd recommend it to my greatest foes, if only they would listen.
In any case, the curious thing is I am getting pectoral muscles and transverse abdominal muscles in weird ways.
My hair is getting grey. I am a fighter. Everything about me has been redesigned during that long period of initiation. I had no knowledge of how to fight, before, especially when I was down, and now I do. It's reflexive to me to separate my mind from my body if I really need to go in for the fight, or if I am in serious danger. I'm adept at coming to my own rescue. I had a weak body and untrained mind before, my only redeeming factor being an excessively strong will. But now I have all sorts of thing a-goin on and I am a-cruisin.
Now I can't even remember the emotions that were once connected with a lot of stuff I used to think, so don't come after me with that, harrassing me. There are sad clowns and happy clowns and I like happy.
Sure, sure, sure, there was some stuff I used to think when I was probing. I had a lot of stuff goin on those days on a lot of different channels of thought, and much of it was rabbit snares and other types of trials and experimentation.
But you can say I've got it all wrong why've I got it so good? Why'm I reading stuff in AMERICA that says its hard to know what's what or form a decent kind of relationship? So if I've got it wrong, I'd like to know the reason for that. But in any case, I haven't.
So I've got it right, let's say, and this is how I am now and I'm pleased with that. Because I could have been this other person who was really quite distressed and whatnot.
Course, I'd still like horses and reality to be much more intense, but sometimes it's that way inside my head in any case, reverberating.
But I'd like to get higher and greater frequencies of the reverberations. Like what you get from skydiving or racing across a grassed landing strip on a very fast horse at dusk.
There's some other stuff I'd like too. I'll put in an order. I'd like nobility of spirit to be justified and certain things to be regenerated.
That is it.
I'm out of the hypnotic mode I used to be in. Kind of like switching off the auto pilot and flying a plane by yourself. And yeah, I would like to do that too, fly a plane by myself.
But now there's no hypnosis, so you can't come after me and say I should have done this, or I mustn't have experienced what I did. I'm too alert to fall for trickery, even if it's rather good and done well.
This is your brain off acid.
Ah sobriety. A great intoxication.
I'd recommend it to my greatest foes, if only they would listen.
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