Re: LSD -new research
In London in 1963, my flatmate and I grew some Peyote cactus. We were very scientific in our experiments. Only one of us took the mescaline while the other watched over him in case anything stupid was contemplated. The whole thing was tape recorded too.
(Transcription from tape recording)
The parrot closes his one good eye
He is the blue of sapphire
From deep inside the stone
Where the light starts.
(Pause)
It almost hurts to look at him
His colour is his thing
He is nothing else
(Pause)
There is nothing but the window
And the parrot and his blue
No room-No people
But beautiful faces
I love you
(Pause)
I can see so far- so far
Seeing is happiness on a cloud
My cloud is soft and blue
With spectrum edges
(Long pause)
People-people
Way down below my blue cloud
All looking up
All slack jawed
(Pause)
I can see so clearly
I can recognise them almost every one
They see me
But they don’t know me
I am their sun
So bright
I hang in their sky
Smiling to them
Closer, closer
(Pause)
They are dead I know
And I cry for them
I can feel tears on my face
The world cries -
So many tears
(Pause)
Sparkle…..sparkle
I know your face
I love you
You are happy like a lover
Oh you’re beautiful to see with
(Pause)
The evil fades
By smiling at it
It is green and is nothing
I smile- I love you, evil
Even you
It melts to oil bubble colours
Stretch and squeeze
Stretch and squeeze
(Pause)
I wish I was a soap bubble
And I am
My feet and my hands
I can’t see
But I feel the inside
Of the bubble
It is soft but strong
Oh God oh Ottawa
It’s a long way down
I’m not here am I
Worry? No!
(Long pause)
I know where I am
But my senses don’t
I smile and say I love you
I’m not afraid
Not now because I know.