I remember in "DARE" class, how strangely condescending and sort of rude the instructors for "Dare To Be Aware Against Drugs" or whatever it stood for. As I sat in my classroom seat, I thought to myself, "I want to be a drug addict. On purpose." The day progressed, and soon enough we had to learn about "sex" in health class, by the seventh grade. My town was always creepy, but why they had a hot gym class teacher in charge of that class is beyond me. You could say the world 'got to me' early on, and I felt a need to respond. With my friend, the strange-laced angel Gabriel I smoked Egyptian cigarettes at the age of thirteen in his basement with him. Later, I told him you can get a good smoke out of mashed up, and rolled-up Musk incense. We smoked it together, in thin joints. I've done heroin. I've done valium. I've drank my share. I've smoked weed. I've taken LSD. I've done mushrooms. Salvia at least 100 times. A lot of drugs, and I don't swear off them yet -- At the age of 33, I burned what I found to be "actual" Egyptian musk, and let the smoke pour through my apartment. It smelled dank and terrible, but I let it burn anyway. The packaging was obscure, and I to this day don't remember where I got it from. Soon, I saw the "image" or "avatar" or Edgar Allan Poe in my mind. He was seated at a writing table, in despair, and immediately, I felt to console and affirm him that he was okay, in spite of how this astral projection might affect the usual person -- I have an affinity to Poe, and after ten minutes of affirmation, I instructed him to fake his own death. He didn't cry or react, he only grinned. I have my suspicions about who Poe might've "ended up as" (a renegade cowboy) far from New England, and shooting a gun to survive. I have my belief that Poe not only faked his death, but killed at least 44 men before he died in his "new life." He even married a woman, under his new avatar, and they were married for (as far as I know) at least two years. Her name was Angie, I think. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a twenty-year interval in which I both assoiated myself with the magic effects of musk and Egyptian "cigarettes" -- that later evolved to a supposed conversation with the dead, while high and smelling the noxious and yet powerful fumes from some ancient Egyptian musk I had found. I read my magic book, One of my favorite ones. It seems linearly designed to help me. I will not mention the book's title. In this, I invoked Lucifer, to be my aide, and guide, for a pact of twenty years. I filmed the invocation for Instagram, and let it go. It was a real invocation, though. I have been told by some psychics, since I've learned astral projection the way I have, "I will become immortal" or never die. Whether that is true or not, I will be protected by lucifer for the next 19 years. And alive. BLS