Shamanic Dreams

When the time rolls on,
And you know it not to exist.
I fine joy in the twist,
I rolled into my experience.
Meditation with the intent,
For my pineal to produce.
An aboundance of spirit molecule,
Then it's time to reduce.
Any negative vibe,
Coming into my field.
For when the setting comes right,
An my mind tight ready to reveal.
I get ahold of my favorite strain,
Match to my own vibration balance in frequency so my plant dosent complain.
Once I feel the kick,
From a angel on my shoulder wispering with a thump.
I meditate high as I can,
With intending on a dump.
All my questions answered on organic D.M.T.,
From a self induced pychedelic BASE JUMP!!