A five minute daydream to start the day had all the trappings of a half day psychedelic journey. There was the beginning disorientation. Then the horrific imagery of people I know (e.g. Katie, Rob and Marina) suddenly revealing that they are not my beautiful friends, but rather, with a small shift in perspective, turn into energetic vampires who have throughout time and space distracted me and kept me in this surrealistic existence. Then the thought form to go into it, embody this horrifying image and having it shift into yet another phase of existence followed up by a reorientation and later integration back into my regular morning meditation. Cycle completed.
Think of all the time and money I saved! Sure, I could have totally shroomed out or talked to grandmother ayahuasca, but they are all here, all the time, and the distinction between waking life and dreaming life blurs. We are always dreaming, and each thought or day dream is only a hairs width away from a dream or full blowing entheogenically induced adventure.
Where are we in all this. Existence is not what we think it is. We are not alive. We are not dead. We are always dreaming, a little bit at a time. What a way to start the day!
