Fuck it, shared this a moment ago, why not again. Someone asked me why I believe in god, so here it is.

1. Camping in Moab, Utah; early spring, 2013. 4 person party (self included) went ~15 miles west into the canyons (town as base pt.). As the night went on we witnessed a triangle of lights in the sky, appearing at different points in a zig zag pattern. The movement was consistent with high velocity travel with instantaneous stops, or more apparently teleportation. Every member of the group witnessed it. Within a few minutes two UH-60 (Blackhawk) helicopters chased off the object, and combed the desert for ~1-2 hours looking for it, after it darted upwards towards the stars at rate of speed I cannot quantify. Two people's views on extraterrestrial life and life as a whole were redone that night.

2. ~45 Minutes southwest of Truckee in a small farming town; October 2014. I was waiting around for farm work and met a kid named Forest, he was young, energetic, and very willing to share some pot. We hung out for a few days, on one of them the topic of LSD came up. He told me about this person who supposedly lives in San Fransisco who'd been the plug since, well ever. He told me about the various crystal qualities and so on and so forth. He then said that the man once showed him some LSD crystal that had turned into mold, it was dark green and being in it's presence caused a psychedelic experience. I thought it was fascinating. He got his LSD from someone who's name I'll leave as Chak. Forest was simply a user, and his name bears significance in #4.

3. Lake Tahoe, California side. A childhood friend who I had last seen months earlier the day I moved to California showed up in town with some friends from summer tour. We all decided to spend some time together and have some fun. Night one was nothing special, a good time nonetheless. Night two we checked into a Hotel/Casino. As the night went on, various members of the group (all dealers who clearly were on top of their shit) shared substances. I did one line of MDA, a bump of ketamine, 2 hits of one person's LSD, and 1.5 hits of my childhood friend's. Everything was normal, typical family gathering more or less. As I was taking dabs one of them, one who had an odd energy to him, said "PuzzleDuster, check this out!" and flipped me an old silver coin with the Steal Your Face logo, inside the skull was a exquisite flower of life matrix. I caught the coin and rubbed my thumb over the flower of life matrix, immediately my vision spiraled out of control. What happened next is rather hard to piece together so I'll break it down into parts; what I experienced, and what those nearby experienced.

• The trip felt like 5 minutes yet an eternity. I left the room, I went both forwards and backwards in time, lived ~3 full lives, and poured acid over history for fun. I went back to the middle ages and spread the LSD, I went to the 60's and met Owsley and gave him some LSD, I went to Burning Man (20[redacted]) and poured the shit everywhere. I was coherent in my mind for this, but was almost comatose in the bed to any observer, I'd pop up and yell for short periods and go back to the bed. After all this time travel I lived 2 lives. In the first I went forwards and forgave everybody for everything, though no one did anything really. After this began the 2nd life, I became a ruthless mafioso and ended up killing countless people, I was drunk with power and nothing more. Money was the only thing on my mind. I was screaming "more guns, more drugs, more poi, more hookers, more fucking cocaine, lets buy a sailboat, fuck that!"... ect... during this go around. I lived until I was ~30 and realized that I'd thrown away every meaningful relationship I had, my family, my friends, and my life. I was lost, depressed, and couldn't remember when or where the trip had started, so I took a knife and killed myself. I then went into what I would consider life 3, where I looked at my mistakes, realized what I missed, and wept for my wrong doing. Once a true feeling of regret presented itself I snapped back into this reality on the pull out mattress, covered in the water I thought I had been pouring over history, still far too high, yet back in this reality. I was relieved, confused, worried, sickened, and happy all at once. I had no idea what I'd just gone through, it was scarring in beautiful ways. The trip reminded me of a old post I'd seen on the internet years back of someone detailing out the fabled thumbprint initiation to a psychedelic brotherhood. The two line up symmetrically in a scary way. When I came back to, the first thing I heard was "so, have you ever done a thumbprint before?".

• To the observers I was in and out of a coma, and my whole "alive" part fluctuated between yes and should we call an ambulance. Pulses weren't found during the entirety of the trip. I was literally dying and coming back. When I'd pop out of the comatose state I'd look at my friend and tell him his own memories from experiences I'd never had, who the people he'd met really were, and quote them in ways that put his trip into a weird spiral. He'd try to ask me questions to calm me down, but before he could vocalize them I'd answer them in full, in rushed, semicoherent speech. He was rather freaked out. But it just gets weirder, apparently when I went back and forward in time I was rambling rather loudly, my words brought him with me to the places I was going. Some really obscure Grateful Dead knowledge came out of my mouth when I was supposedly talking to Bear and Garcia, stuff that I barely learned when writing a research paper recently, yet had no clue about in Tahoe, except for I did. He came back to the middle ages with me, to burning man, all through me drawing out the adventures with words. Again, his headspace was quite altered due to what I was doing. Throughout this adventure I would say "goldy is god", referencing the blonde person who'd flicked me the coin. But the meaning in that lies elsewhere I'd reckon. Though that kid might be an alien, I don't know but let's skip that speculation for now. I also apparently rambled on about a necklace I have, it's a turtle and is made of glass. I was saying something about how it's not originally from earth and picks the person who wears it. Which is odd because it belonged to the friend of someone who "Goldy's" character during the entirety of the adventure was played by. That kid threw it out once and it returned to him, I recall him once complaining about it being weird. I bought it a few months later at a headshop without knowing until that friend asked where I got "A's" necklace.

1. [posting an in class writing I did for English on this one] An experience we don't understand is a quizzical oddity like no other. These experiences leave us distractedly perplexed but with a passion to dissect and extrapolate meaning. I once had a reality shattering Sunday in an old growth redwood forest** that has left me in wonder and asking myself, what did it mean? I was in the mountains with a friend in California, the day began like any other. As the weather was nice we decided to have a "Sunday in church". So we ventured into the woods. The forest was lush, filled with growth. From the ferns to the oddly large banana slugs; the mushrooms growing in the creeks cool breeze, to the towering redwoods, everything was alive. As we explored deeper into the woods we came across a tea pot, cups, and a stove perched on a tree that bridged a small creek, Bennett creek. My friend and I decided to smoke a spliff, a mixture of cannabis and tobacco. As we rolled the spliff the tea party returned from elsewhere in the woods. There were 5 of them, 4 females, one male. There were 7 cups and the tea had just became ready, they invited us to join their tea ceremony. As we had our ceremony my friend pulled out a cigarette cellophane containing 3 ten-strips of unmarked white paper. He told me to pick which one I'd like to eat, 2 were bunk, 1 had LSD on it. I looked at the three strips, all identical and picked the one on the right. My friend said that we should eat half each, I opted for 1.5 each as it could be "live", as it very much was. The spacetime oddity that was soon to ensue had begun. As we ate the hits and finished our tea the party wished us a blessed day and packed up to leave. They wandered back down the trail into society once more. My friend and I walked various trails and explored the massive forest for about an hour. It was then that I began to feel the LSD, assuming it could be placebo I kept my mouth shut until my friend said that I'd picked the correct strip. We both then giggled very hard as it began to take hold. We adventured down to where Bennett creek met Falls Creek and sat down. Both all too high for a regular 1.5 hits we decided a chilling spliff was needed. We rolled it, and smoked it. After it was smoked my friend walked over to an old log and moved it, under it was a sealed jug, old, filled with a slimy dark green mold. As he pulled the jug out the intensity of my trip grew to proportions identical to Tahoe, but we stayed where we were. It was the scene Forest had painted for me months earlier, as if he was an omen of things to come. My friend asked if I knew what it was, I did, but was unsure due to a skeptical state of mind. We rolled another spliff as we stared at the slime, as we lit it 4 people came down the path. Two adults, two children. The man, was Albert Hofmann, the two children, looked...