my transitions seem to be a key factor in any situation, but when i trip, usually i feel as ifi've got control of those transitions, as far as how i take them, but last time... it was not easy to begin tripping, it was not easy to begin fading away from reality.... and with the people I was with never having had really tripped before, they couldn't understand.... the poison hadn't hit tem yet... and as my friend's black offwhite striped shirt played havoc with my eyes, my tongue tied in such a manner that it sounded like i was commenting on her breasts... she looked at me strangely and her face slid into a wider shape, and she slowly formed wrinkles in her forehead that outlined an eye, and all ofer it, overlayed lightly in the front of everything I saw, interwoven patterns of great complexity.... Songs of war, (SoaD) and impatience filled the rook. And i felt them move through the room into my spine, and then wriggle their way up into my brain... this was only the first few minutes.. after that we (in quite a round about way) went to see a couple plants. it was dark and over cast as it had been raining alll afternoon... we were asked to migrate s grove of tree spirits to one side of the grove to another (by the property owner) as she wanted to preserve their lifeforce, but needed to cut down the immature saplings. (they had grown in wrong, poor things, we'd mowed over them and they were all mutated.) anyhow, we debated for a long while on how to go about this, naming our umbrellas, and conversing about the powers-that-be, big brother, our part in 'the machine', and where moving tree spirits from one side of a field to another fit in with the rest of our lives... I feel that i learned more than i ever have before all in this one trip.. i feel as if i truly am becoming a slightly different person, at a basic, fundamental level.. it is such a strange transition... transitions....
