final instalment and with 3 being the magic number and today being the 25th a fitting way to end the trilogy. even though my experiences were positive, on the whole and we have been taking psychedelics in one form or another for many, many millennia, I touch on a subject, albeit in a euphoric kind of way about another side to psychedelics in the modern era.
a darker, sinister side full of an unhealthy masculine obsession, blind obedience, total submissiveness to twisted father figures, masquerading as honourable and righteous men, female man wenches and male lady swine who will beat you into a new dimension, if the angle of your back is deemed offensive when you're assuming the position.
contrary to popular belief the psychedelic revolution of the 60’s actually started in the 50’s and wasn’t free love, music and mind expansion, altho it had its high points, it was more along the lines of nipple clamps, high voltage and a creeping paranoia, ‘will they know I’m not with them, can they hear my thoughts, I hope that contraption isn’t a dildo’.
it was a weird and wacky time, where the world became a lab and the experimenters were unencumbered by things like ethics, sense and decency, being seduced by that age old lure for simpletons, being giants amongst ants, gods amongst mere mortals. will the control they seek be undermined by the opening of pandoras box, suckers cannot help thyselves.