magickmumu
Holofractale de l'hypervérité
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- 3/11/07
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I remember 2 sessions with mushroom at the beach. The first session, me and my comrades waited till nightfall. The sea at night was impressive.
The sea is our grandmother. Deep, dark, cold and wet, full of the green light of live. Great primal soup.
The second session was at the same beach. It was a hot day. We arrived in the late afternoon. The beach full of people, family’s enjoying the sun, children playing in the sand, People swimming, dogs running, girls riding there horses.
What a great come on. Walking barefoot, enjoying the sun and sea.
Everything was full of patterns. A army truck drove past us. We could see swastika’s in it’s tire tracks.
The first session was a good learning experience.
The second session was fun and relaxing.
The sea is our grandmother. Deep, dark, cold and wet, full of the green light of live. Great primal soup.
The second session was at the same beach. It was a hot day. We arrived in the late afternoon. The beach full of people, family’s enjoying the sun, children playing in the sand, People swimming, dogs running, girls riding there horses.
What a great come on. Walking barefoot, enjoying the sun and sea.
Everything was full of patterns. A army truck drove past us. We could see swastika’s in it’s tire tracks.
The first session was a good learning experience.
The second session was fun and relaxing.
