Shiva and I

Jul 23, 2007 11:31

It seemed as though I'd be dancing forever, but I was having a really good time, which I'm sure was owing to the combination of magic mushrooms and the ingestion of a little round party prescription.

After dancing for a little while I started to believe that my body had been possessed by some kind of metaphysical deity of physical expression, a dancing god if you will (I had my suspicions it was Shiva, the destroyer god of the Hindu pantheon, said to bring about the destruction and transformation of reality through his dancing). After pondering this revelation for a while I came to the realisation that his intentions were only to have fun and that he didn't mean any harm.

While I was dancing I started to communicate with him in my mind, and I felt as if I was being told very transcendent secrets about gods and humans and the meaning of the segregation between their races. I couldn't hear him speaking as such, but truth after truth about purpose and causality would suddenly dawn on me.

So clearly I was quite insane, haha! And people kept asking me the usual how my night was going and I think I just kept smiling politely and ignoring them (for they could never fathom the profound knowledge I was now privy to). Plus the lights were pretty.
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