The Acid Diaries (Christopher Gray) / quote 68 of 125
Becoming the daffodil
I was horrified to see tiny bugs crawling up the flower’s stem. I looked more closely. They were not bugs, but very small droplets of moisture moving by capillary action up the inside of the stem. I realized with shock that I could only be seeing this because I had X-ray vision. Is it possible for the visual cortex to process energy outside the visible spectrum? While I struggled to understand how this could happen, I lost the novel visual ability and the daffodil became just a daffodil once more. But interaction between myself and the flower wasn’t yet over. Some time later, I entered into a most curious empathic relationship with it. There was no visual component; it was strictly an emotional link. Without losing my own (admittedly by now somewhat bruised and fragile) sense of identity, I found my awareness slipping inside that of the daffodil. While still being conscious of sitting in a chair, I could also sense my petals! Then an exquisite sensation cascaded through me, and I knew I was experiencing light falling on those petals. It was virtually orgasmic, the haptic equivalent of an angelic choir. At every moment I felt, repeatedly, as if I were receiving the first ray of sunshine on the first morning in Eden.