Go ask Alice. There are so many different ways of thinking about things. It’s all about the angle. “The time has come the walrus said to speak of many things…” He finished by saying dabs and acid. We need to talk about dabs and acid. Of course for me it’s always been weed and acid, a nice smoke from the most beautiful, green, crystallized flowers in the world, mixed with an occasional visit from Lucy. However now, a new world has opened up. In Wonderland doors never stop opening. It’s a rather magical affair.

I fell into a rabbit hole many years ago and it is still one of my favorite places to go; pot and mushrooms and acid oh my. But recently, I found down there in that other world a little piece of sticky gold with a note wrapped around it, the note read “Dab Me”. Dab me and you will see. “Oh a dab will do you,” said the smoking caterpillar, torch in hand, “just a daaaab, a little daaab is all you need.” He seemed mellower than ever.

“The time to hesitate is through, no time to wallow in the mire……” Jim Morrison’s words echo throughout the forests and down the long corridor I initially fell into. It hits my soul, my spirit, on such a deep level that if I close my eyes, I fear lifting outside my body. I open my chest to the infinite night sky. The light wavers and shakes and dances in the empty space and I dream of another place another time, all the while grounded in the here and now. Grounded in Wonderland if that can be considered grounded at all.

“You know that it would be untrue, you know that I would be a liar, if I was to say to you, girl we couldn’t get much higher, come on baby light my fire, come on baby light my fire, try to set the night on fire, try to set the night on fire, try to set the night on fire, try to set the night on fiiirrrre…” That’s when Jim would have taken a dab.

Dabs and acid will the light the way is a saying wrapped around a doorway. Dare to walk through it and the outcome may take you by surprise. “Stronger….Better….Faster”……..are written in chalk along the path one after another. The dog’s tale dusts the words away as she walks in front of me. I remember my higher intentions for a moment and so quickly my lower vibrations brush it all away. I forget because it’s so easy and I’ll remember again and someday I’ll remember forever.

The business across the street makes glass for buildings and on their sign it says “Helping you see the light.” Apparently dabs and acid and glass windows are “helping you see the light.” “Eat me,” says the acid, “dab me,” says the piece of gold, “look through me,” says the glass and “see the light shining through,” says Alice.

More dabs and acid in the future, until then, feed your head, feed your heart.