Day 1 (a year ago)

Alarm clock..his eyes opened, a beautiful golden glow of the sun is flowing through the curtains. He is laying there without moving, taking the light and the first moments in. There is a breeze coming through the window filling the room with fragrance of flowering trees and the ocean. He thinks of her. An image in his mind of her mischievous eyes and beautiful smile make his own lips gently crescent and eyes sparkle. He does not know where she is or even who she really is but that does not matter to him anymore. He knows more than he could ever imagine he would.

He is almost thirty, tall and handsome, the dark hair, eyes, and a weekly unshaven face give him a serious look that he enjoys having, knowing, however, that he is far from anything serious. He dresses well; he likes when everything fits him perfectly outlining his strong supple body. He is a dreamer, he likes to fantasize, to create in his mind. Reality is not solid, well, not anymore. Years of entheogenic and psychedelic explorations showed him that reality only exists while there is a focusing perceiver who gives an outline to the infinite vibratory field through his unique focus and that the perceiver himself is the creator of the experience. These explorations are, however, more and more seldom, simply because there is something new, something more stable than ups and downs of psychedelic experience, a clearer understanding to move onto. It happened abruptly or so it seemed to him at first, but he knew he asked for it. It shook his world, shook it up with exhilaration and excitement and inspiration but it also was a bit rocky, for whatever things that he was into before, whatever stuff he realized himself but was not quite sure of shifted into clarity so rapidly that he felt somewhat in-between two worlds not out of the old and not completely in the new. Nonetheless, he was happy for it, for the expansion, excitement, freedom, and joy is all he ever wanted and that, he knew, was just the beginning.