I managed to hold all smoke in w/o coughing and found out later he had sandwiched crystaline spice among changa,doors soft parade was background,i left behind some familiar visuals....at this point i am still trying to sift?or remember,how is it there is so much perfect visual beauty with eyes closed,in a land that defies everything that i could imagine and there was no fear in this alien rapid stream of beauty,i dont think i'll become enlightened but I am painting things i would never think of,it was infinite,after a bit i tried to convey to my friend that,that i didnt know that could exist in my brain,this is probably old hat to you all but a green rug ten minutes after i was lucid still was a beautifull oriental rug.I have lived in Spain for 5 years on and off and the Alhambra is somewhere I feel you all should either go or go to library and look at the moorish geometrical art.