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Previous -> "Why not?"—Timothy Leary 21. Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do? I was already a big bright blip on the police radar, but as of yet they’d been unable to nail me. They knew Willie

Previous -> The Night I Almost Lost My Virginity 20. "Why not?"—Timothy Leary The first time I did LSD I was fourteen and at a Traffic concert in Boston that I’d hitchhiked to. It was of the

Previous -> Follow the Candy 19. The Night I Almost Lost My Virginity At age fourteen, the two primary causes of stress in my life were the police, as they unexpectedly popped up at the most inappropriate

Previous -> The Joy of Sex 18. Follow the Candy Maybe it was my lack of inbred morals, or my imperviousness to social conditioning as a result of living in my spectrum bubble, but in any case, I always

Previous -> Overlapping Realities 17. The Joy of Sex My relationship with sex and sexual energy really started around the age of seven, but at that age we can’t really call it “sex.” Seven is a bit

Previous -> Doors of Perception 16. Overlapping Realities In addition to the OOBEs coming back into my life, I was also starting to “pick up” all kinds of new information, from where and how I can’t

Previous -> Gauchito Loco 15. Doors of Perception Around this same time, at age fourteen or fifteen, my suppressed ability that had led to my earlier OOBEs came back into my life in that Jamestown Flood

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Previous -> Long-Term Organic Memory Bank 13. One, Two, Three, Four! We Don’t Want Your Fuckin’…Whatever! I returned to school that fall wearing a Mexican poncho and Argentine gaucho boots, which I’d

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Previous -> This Little Piggy Was Decapitated 10. The Fallen Death was no stranger to our small band of thrill-seekers, and it took its toll among our tribe. Many boys were dead before they turned twenty,

Previous -> Obituaries for Fun and Profit 9. This Little Piggy Was Decapitated My attraction to risk, danger, and challenges, regardless of any merit they held, extended beyond my pushing the limits

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Previous -> Between a Chicken Farm and a Slaughterhouse 7. Kill, Killing, Killed The adults controlling my life had no ability to grasp my perceptions. In some ways I was hyperaware of the world, in

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Previous -> Out of the Box, Out of the Body 5. Road to Reality There were few people in my life. I had a sister, but I’m hard pressed to remember anything about her as a child outside of a few distinct

Previous -> Spectrum Fusion 4. Out of the Box, Out of the Body Perhaps it was my dysfunctional amygdala that made me fearless, as the amygdala manages the alarm system that goes off when a threat is

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