I seem to be going through some type of spiritual expansion and while I am really, really enjoying so much of what I am experiencing, it’s not something that I feel like I can talk about; not just because no one would believe me but because there are aspects of it that are hard to explain, like there is no language for it. And plus, people are so invested in what’s right in front of them, the physical, that it will just creep them the f*** out. It s**** because it’s like being on the most exhilarating, happy roller coaster ride (((ever))), the most fun you could ever have in a physical body and you want so much for everyone to share the experience… but not everybody’s ready. But my whole life makes sense now. ALL life makes sense. It all Is What It Is. And bet on it, someone’s going to tell me to quit smoking weed or go see a psychiatrist or something crude– proof that the box is still closed for a lot of people because unless YOUR experience matches their parameters (i.e., comfort zone), you’re a kook or “full of s***”. (Same attitude they had when they shot MLK and nailed Christ to a tree… old mentalities, er habits, die hard.) But it doesn’t have to be like that. I’m not doing anything that anyone else can’t do. I just said yes to the experience, that’s all.