The doors of perception

Open the door, break on through to the other side, until the end, my beautiful friend, the end.
And when the music is over, turn out the light.
The quick and dirty way through heaven and hell, that can only be travelled safely by people with a sound liver and a solid psychological disposition, seems to be a dead end street for some people, too.
Some arrive there involuntarily, in schizophrenia and psychosis.
Some need a few reincarnations to be fit to leave the cabbage fields of everyday consumerism.
Nevertheless it is worth the trip.
How can you find out that you are already where you ought to be?
There are countless answers to that question and even more people whose intention it is to tell you that you are not there, that you need to buy things to get there, take things to get there, work, try harder, climb mountains or dig through endless mud.
My advice is, forget it.
Just breathe three times (not two never four) deeply and awake (another stolen hint: Thanx Thich)
And as I am doing it myself now, I am leaving the domain of words again, no mescalin, I promise, adenochrome, maybe, no LSD, just one more song, maybe.
See you tomorrow.
On the other side.