Roswell. Because there are some things we really DON'T want to know.

Time travel. It was shown to be possible in Einsteins Theory of Relativity. The math is solid. It's just a matter of time and technology. So. Let's jump forward, probably only a few decades, but, lets say 500 years. Our species, in it's current up-right (not too friggin' hairy) state is say..., 30,000 years old. Probably way older, but 30k works for this illustration. Ok. So. 500 years ain't bleep. Cars are only about 100 years old and now we have satellites that have left the solar system. As a species we are experiencing a technological rush. Right. So - In 500 years we are technologically advanced enough to time travel. Hmmm..., bettcha our future ancestors would like to come back and tag us and bag us to find out some neato science. Just like we can't get enough of mummies and mammoths. Oops. One of the research teams crashes. Ooops. It's in New Mexico. 1947. The army finds it. The beings inside definately aren't human. Oh dear wait a minute. Theres an american flag patch on ones hat. Oh - Yuck! You mean someday we're gonna look like that. "Better cover it up Colonel. The populace ain't got the stomach for news like this". Ummmm...., yeah. The truth is out there. Perhaps it's best if we don't rush into it. Think about it. It's all fun and games until E.T. starts calling you grand ma. Ew gross! Perhaps we'd all be better off making love...

I just got turned into a swing-set!

Smoked salvia last night.
Got the bags mixed up and smoked the purple sticky (40x) thinking it was merely the out of body stuff.
Came to in the bathroom saying, 'This is so tight'.
Vaguely remember the aliens asking me where I thought I was going. (They seemed to be amused.)
Never one to shy away from higher consciousness...,
Decided it would be a good idea to smoke the 15x.
I was immediately turned into a spindle thing that was kinda sorta like a pine tree.
Instead of branches it had like a bazillion swings.
I was the most advanced swing-set I'd ever seen.
(I wanna ride on me...,)
A chimpanzee wearing a horse jockey outfit then proceeded to climb out of my chest.
Luckily it unrolled a white picket fence (which was in fact an umbrella).
Fully unfurled it became an enormous, spherical circus tent. (Had an 'aha!' moment upon seeing that.)
Feeling hip and at ease I smoked it one more time and realized...,
the common theme of my experiences...,
is the centrifigul force at the heart of all things.
Planets, galaxies, atoms....,
Spin a hoop fast enough and it becomes a sphere.
Spin it faster and no light penetrates it
(...but it's reflected....)
Of course love's the essence of emptiness...,
(no wonder it's so radiant...)
So here we are...,
(We is what we viz, wiz)
The tarot seem to be pre-occupied with finding me a mate.
I'm in love with nothing in particular.
(I can feel it in the way I'm walking....,)
It's cool ...,
but It would be nice to put a face to her....,