Third Anniversary Bonnaroo…was VIP & sitting in side-stands & moe. had just started playing. 2 girls were dancing about 40 feet from me on the grass & one went into seizure. I was mesmerized watching them & then it went bad. I launched over the railing & sprinted over but they were already surrounded so I couldn’t get to them. The one girl died…ecstacy body/brain temp soared. Lack of water. Tragic. I was in a frat in college until they shut us down and like you I was the trip-master. Have seen people not come back from acid. As with all street drugs your always rolling the dice no matter what. As you stated, stick with nature & live to tell the tale. God kept us around for a reason…and that’s become so evident as fact. To continue “guiding” others? I survived 5 wars, Hep-C, 12 surgeries & cancer. “He’s GOTTA have a reason to keep me kickin” was my mantra for a long time. Then I began to pray on it. And pray & pray. Then one depressing night as I was SURE the cancer had ended my road I kept praying. The room began to shine & glow…I FELT pure love. (I was completely sober). In my head I “KNEW”…like a voice but not “heard”; “I’m-not-through-with-you”. I can’t describe in words the pureness of the complete feeling of LOVE I experienced. The light & glow faded and I was blown-away further than any mushy induced out of body experience…drugs can NOT compare. I’ve been REBORN was all I could think. It wasn’t my goal…but my constant praying WAS LITERALLY ANSWERED. I’m careful not to slip now…I mean the old me was Type-A Mr Extreme no matter what I did. Now I feel like an aging goat ready to lead the pack if called-upon. Sorta. I smell better than a goat 😂. Edit; God definitely intervened in your experience with your Brother-friend 👍🏽💕😎

Third Anniversary Bonnaroo…was VIP & sitting in side-stands & moe. had just started playing. 2 girls were dancing about 40 feet from me on the grass & one went into seizure. I was mesmerized watching them & then it went bad. I launched over the railing & sprinted over but they were already surrounded so I couldn’t get to them. The one girl died…ecstacy body/brain temp soared. Lack of water. I was in a frat in college until they shut us down and like you I was the trip-master. Have seen people not come back from acid. As with all street drugs your always rolling the dice no matter what. As you stated, stick with nature & live to tell the tale. God kept us around for a reason…and that’s become so evident as fact. To continue “guiding” others? I survived 5 wars, Hep-C, 12 surgeries & cancer. “He’s GOTTA have a reason to keep me kickin” was my mantra for a long time. Then I began to pray on it. And pray & pray. Then one depressing night as I was SURE the cancer had ended my road I kept praying. The room began to shine & glow…I FELT pure love. (I was completely sober). In my head I “KNEW”…like a voice but not “heard”; “I’m-not-through-with-you”. I can’t describe in words the pureness of the complete feeling of LOVE I experienced. The light & glow faded and I was blown-away further than any mushy induced out of body experience…drugs can NOT compare. I’ve been REBORN was all I could think. It wasn’t my goal…but my constant praying WAS LITERALLY ANSWERED. I’m careful not to slip now…I mean the old me was Type-A Mr Extreme no matter what I did. Now I feel like an aging goat ready to lead the pack if called-upon. Sorta. I smell better than a goat 😂. Edit; God definitely intervened in your experience with your Brother-friend 👍🏽💕😎