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Once Upon A Time… When I got stoned… It was hittin’ me hard… I mean REALLY HARD! And all I had done… Was smoke some grass; All life’s moments had rolled up into ONE. And I could feel EVERY reaction… And EVERY emotional response… To being a PRESENCE in existence. I could HEAR EVERYTHING! I KNEW EVERY THOUGHT! I was listening to a silly song… And yet I was conscious of every part… Seeing each track taken… Experiencing each thought… The imparted intention… None of which I’d sought. So never more for me… Was there fun in being high… Nor did I enjoy the work of my discerning eye. I’d held myself in high esteem… But my “Aye” destroyed my “ I ”... it "seamed". And, cursing me, I went away! I cursed myself! There’s "Hell Too! Pay!" I chewed me "Up" And "Spit me out!" Found nothin’ much TO BE "Proud" about! And THIS IS HOW "I Came Too"... Si? The “Aye!” Of "ME"... Up/ON "Thee"/TREE

I am not(nor have i ever been) a musician. So, when I "found myself participating in each track as it is being made" back then it was quite confusing, thinking and feeling(realizing) how much effort was being placed and attention being focused for such a "demeaning" purpose(did not seem deserving of so much attention). And then, apparently, THIS THOUGHT "came home to roost" upon me, myself, and i... about every pain, remorse, and regret being "justified"(Just/Deified) by me "IF I'd"... BE... "WILL"ING (signed/sealed/deliveringly) TO DO... "SOw". And REALizing THIS as "Thee/Presence Of God", I did. -m-