MY FIRST reaction was lassitude . . . . I lay down on the floor and stretched out,feeling very relaxed and yet very alert. Tim Leary said there would be a period like adecompression or slight disorientation. My body seemed for a while to be in a strange sort of limbo . . . . All of a sudden i found myself in a completely new and and magical world. The little green strands of the shag rug were writhing and undulating, like a mass of worms,yet in a most delightful way. The lights reflecting off the glass coffee table top sparkledwith a kind of moist luminescence. The furniture, the walls, the floor, were all pulsing andundulating, in slow waves, as if the whole room was breathing. I felt like i was insidea living structure, like a vast cell. The rate of the waving motion seemed to be coordinated with my breathing.
The extraordinary sensory fluidity was not all disturbing; in fact, it was extremely pleasurable.There was a clear rational awareness that this was a room with solid walls and a floor, etc. The ordinary wall was not erased, it was expanded, enlivened and made infinitely more interesting.For example, I became totally engrossed in contemplating the fascinating edges of things, the curious beautiful patterns of light and energy weaving around the edges and radiating out from them.The telephone was a veritable marvel of diamond-studded, gem-encrusted, crystallinesculpture–yet itself also moving, breathing, changing as if it were alive.
Simultaneously with this unbelievable sensory feasting, Gunther and I were engagedin a kind of verbal interplay, a mock-serious philosophic exchange that had us both convulsedwith laughter. words and concepts exploded in the brain with multilevel ripples of meaning that set off cascades of feeling and physical sensations. Deep philosophic questions aroseand dissipated in a stream of paradoxes and absurd riddles punctuated by convulsive giggles . . .
“Timothy Leary: Outside Looking In” edited by Robert Forte