Love and LSD

In a blaze of LSD infused schizophrenia, the surroundings appeared warped. I closed my eyes instead. The birthing and dying of a thousand worlds a second, all different, all unique, occurring at a constant and blistering pace. I try to follow it. I let go anything I am holding on to. Where will this go? The images are at times incredibly frightening. The trick, however, is to remain completely unattached to whatever you are being shown. Other times, the images are gorgeous, glistening full of libido, the stuff any man would give his life for at the drop of a hat. The trick, however, is to remain completely unattached to whatever you are being shown. If I can do this, if I do not fall into this trap, things get ever more interesting and the universe reveals another speck of itself. I really want to expand on this point right now but I have to keep moving. The realization occurs that to move forward I have to do it with Love. Love of everything. There is no selecting here. You have to love the good AND the bad. This is the purest essence of love. The only comparison I can conjure at this point is that of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, when they are in the Valley of the Crescent moon and find the hiding place of the Holy Grail. His father, Henry, is shot in the stomach by the antihero of the film. This gives Indiana Jones the necessary motivation to go through all the traps that protect the holy grail, ones that have killed numerous who search for it. The last stage prior to selecting the Holy Grail from a bunch of fake Holy Grails, most of which appear to be purchased from a Value Village around Halloween, (and obviously not the right ones...) has Indiana Jones proving to god his faith in god, and then he steps out into the thin air of what appears to be a cliff going to hell or some where near it. And, with this act being proclaimed by god to be acceptable, Indiana Jones miraculously ends up landing on a stone bridge that becomes visible as he constantly reaffirms his belief in God, and God constantly allows the stone bridge to show itself. This is the essence of pure love, loving with no attachment... no attachment to your own life..whatever that is.  From my previous near departure, my point was going to be that if you get trapped into looking at the cool things, desiring them, get scared of looking at scary things, and hide from them, you are living at the mercy of things. I continue down this path, expressing pure love. The visual effects become more and more plain. A lot like...simply closing your eyes when you are not under the effects of a Hallucinogenic. I ride this wave, this vast ocean of nothingness. I have this feeling that my body is becoming less and less a part of me. As though if I continue, I may leave it entirely. And then, after a while, worms. Images of geometrically unstable worms pulsing and writhing, loving each other, chasing their male end with their female end and vice versa. Is this it? Have I decomposed to the point that the worms are eating me? Is this what happens when you die and the worms come? You love them back as they devour your physical being?? My eyes open. I am encapsulated in a hammock swaying in the trees. How long have I been here? It feels like an eternity.