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We journeyed to the aforementioned park, to the very site of my last described experience. By the time we arrived, my friends were both deep into their trips. Their heavy dose led them to a more introverted trip, with less conversation than the average. After about an hour, one of my two friends decided he wanted to head back to the house to lay down for the remainder of the trip in order to get the most out of it. My other friend decided to stay out, and we had some conversation for awhile before moving to the very chairs I described sitting on in my previous experience. As we sat there, the conversation died down and again we were silent. Not really tripping myself, and feeling absolutely great, I began to admire the beauty of my surroundings. The chairs sit right at the end of a small peninsula jutting out into a manmade pond. In the middle of the pond is a geyser fountain that is usually active during the daytime. Everything was still, other than a slight wind rippling the pond. The moon was at it's peak and was completely full, casting a bright, almost unnatural light on everything. The air smelled of plants and flowers which were planted in the many gardens surrounding the pond. As I sat there, relaxing in my chair, I thought of how beautiful the night was. Even though it was close to 4 years ago, I can still remember every last detail from that night. I started to drift off into deep thought. I started to wonder why I felt the way I did, full of unusual energy and happyness. My thoughts seemed to flower off on a million other tangents, each full of possibility. I decided I wanted to achieve this state of bliss all the time, and sober. I had read much on eastern religion and philosophy, and though I am not religious nor spiritual, reading about how some people attained a constant state of joy and happyness despite their surroudings and other conditions really intrigued me. I believe much of what is attributed to gods and such can be explained by the power of the mind or the consciousness, and though it cannot (yet) be explained or measured scientifically, someday it will be understood. I set a goal that someday I would achieve that grace, unaware on how to do it, only knows that it was possible. I wanted to discuss this idea with my friend, as these types of ideas were always great conversation. He had been silent with his eyes closed for a good while now, and I turned to him, wondering how he was doing. Then the unspeakable (literally) happened. Without opening his eyes or moving from his position at all: "Fine."

Initially, I was suprised that he would say this with no impetus. I began to wonder if I had asked how he was doing outloud. I was confused, but played it off as coincedence. I sat back and thought about the possibilities of communication without talking for a little bit, as I had heard of it, but never believed in it past the realm of science fiction. Nevertheless, I was intrigued. I decided to try a few experiments. The first thing that popped into my head was "can you hear me?" "Yes" came his reply. The response was almost immediately after I thought the question, and it came a low pitched tone, like someone talking in their sleep. Equally amazed and perplexed, the next question came to my mind, "what color am I thinking of?" "Blue." "Are you serious, you can hear this?" was all that I could think of. "Yes." I was dumbfounded. I thought "This changes everything." "Agreed." I was unable to think. I figured it was indeniable this was happening, due to five brief answers to questions I didn't ask outloud. I had to get up a walk, the excitement I was feeling was palpable. I decided to walk around the park and ponder the ramifications of this. The first thing that came to my mind was how to use this ability (if you could call it that) to my benefit, especially monetarily. Next thought was how I could reproduce it in the future. The next was how I would be viewed as insane if I told anyone I could speak to them using my mind. These ideas cycled through my head until I had finished walking the perimeter of the park and found my way back to the chairs. I had decided to talk to my friend again and maybe discuss what was going on, but when I neared the chairs, I noticed he was no longer there.

I decided to look for him around the park and the surrounding area for awhile, but failing that, I went for a walk to collect my thoughts. There was so much to think about, it was overwhelming, but I knew that I was on the verge of something big and had to get it straightened out in my head before I could go back to the house and maybe discuss it with my friends. As I walked around the neighborhood, I was in the best mood of my life. I was still full of energy and the future seemed so bright it was blinding. The sun was coming up and the city was starting to come alive with people making their morning commute to work and such. I wandered around noticing all sorts of things I wouldn't normally notice. The world seemed so vibrant and I felt a connection to every person, animal and object around me. I cannot describe it better than I felt a oneness with life like I have never felt before. In my mind the whole time though, I was futilely trying to determine how this was even possible. Dozens of explanations ran through my head, but figuring which, if any were correct was a fool's game. I made my way back to the house to see if my friend was home, hoping he could shed some insight into what happened. Upon arrival, I was happy to see that he was home, though sleeping. My other friend was there as well, crashed out on the couch. I wondered if it would be a good idea to wake them and try and get some answers or at least information. My excitement got the best of me, and I woke them. As they came to, a million words came out of my mouth. Surely my friend would be able to answer some questions as to what happened.

"Dude, you had a large dose of DXM- it was all in your head. I don't remember anything from last night, but I would have remembered that." I reminded him that I didn't have even one tenth of what he had, and it was barely recognizable as a dose, much less a trip. "Sure but even so, that never happened. You were probably just tripping and didn't know it." Suddenly, my excitement turned to dismay. Not only did I not have the only witness who could corraborate the whole experience telling me that I didn't know the difference between tripping to the point of delusion (something that had/has never happened before) and being the equivalent of tipsy, he stubbornly refused to believe anything like that was possible despite not being able to remember anything and my describing the state he was in. I felt like a fool. My friends likely thought I had gone of the deep end, and maybe I had? They always say that insane people don't know they are insane, and if you think you are insane, you aren't. Where did that leave me? I was confused, but I had to know the truth. I tried to communicate just as I did in the park, but the energy I felt wasn't there anymore and I just got back silence and awkward stares. I decided to take off and go for another walk to collect my thoughts. Thousands of questions popped into my head. They were the ones tripping, I was pretty much baseline. Maybe he was just too far out of it to form any memories or recollections. That would explain him blacking out and not remembering how he got home. The thoughts ranged from logical to just plain paranoid. Finally, I found myself in front of the county library. I decided the best approach would be to research my experience and see what other people have written. Logging onto the internet, I found a trove of information on the subject of telepathy and all sorts of related ideas. I was immediately uplifted by the fact that so many other people have similar stories and experiences, though my one desire was how I could reproduce it. Unfortunately, though logically, there weren't any solid ways to do so, but I was very relieved that if I asked any of these people about the subject, at least they wouldn't think I was crazy. By that time, the feeling of intense energy had disapeared from me, and I was left feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. I started the long walk home, taking a nap on a bench in a park, where I had a dream (very possibly lucid, though I didn't recognize it at the time) where I was back in the chair, having mental conversations with all sorts of people I had never met before, all the while a halo of fuzzy energy, similar to heat waves emitted from my skin.

To this day, I have never been able to repeat this experience in the slightest, though my interest has continued. I tried many more times to duplicate the conditions of the night (down to scheduling a trip for June 14th the next year) but the feeling of nervousness and the jitters has eluded me, as has about everything else. I have since quit all drugs, save the occaisonal drink, deciding if it were to ever happen again, I would want to be completely sober to enjoy it. The experience has led to me being a voracious reader of anything that could help me reach that state of joy and energy, which ultimately is down a long path of self improvement and personal development. Which is why I am here now. After reading Steve's blog for the past year and pretty much devouring every word written on this site, I decided to post (for the first time) the story of that night. I know there are other web sites that deal more exclusively with this sort of thing, but I have gained more insight, information, and inspiration from this one than years of pouring through other resources. Hopefully by posting this I will help someone else in the same way I've been helped.