At one point elves appeared and accepted me as a
jolly fellow spirit. they spoke to me in verse
and wanted to guide me to magical places- to
castles and mythological realms. Many different
personalities, all of them part of oneself,
became autonomous and spoke of various things.
There was a great concern with personal
destiny and a sense that the total attention and
concern of the universe was focused upon me.
I thought I was participating in a test,
was being observed, and that the observing forces were
benevolent. All people seemed to me to be no
more than simple different forms of oneself,
different masks of oneself. They were all of the
different lives that one has, or that one has to
live. And there was the sense that the world has
no greater claim to substance than does a dream;
all authority, all validity rests with oneself
and the world is entirely one's possession.
Later, when I went out, this resulted in a total
unconcern for social forms, such as not sitting
down on the sidewalk or in the street; for now
one knew that the sidewalk was part of one's
brain and one could do with it what one liked.

**The Varieties of Psychedelic Experience**