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Back in the early 70s I met some Miwok California Indians in a bar and befriended them (I thought). We had drinks together on several occasions in the bar and one night they invited me to go to the sacred site by the lake for a traditional spirit meeting. I thought it was really cool. They had a sweat lodge and gave me a big dose of peyote. It made me so sick for the first half hour I thought they poisoned me. I meet my spirit god a "Silver Woolf". I hallucinated a lot of stuff. The next morning I woke up facing the rising sun with head stuck in the crotch of a tree and my feet just barely touching the ground. I could not get myself out of the tree. What seemed like hours passed when a park ranger pulled up (he was indian); He helped me get out of the tree. He told me he checked the area on a regular basis for stupid white people that the indians had fun with. He warned me not to go back to the bar as they would be a lot less friendly in the future. I never went back. I also never took peyote again either.



puggle wife bought me slippers!
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Proper puggle slippers....what light did you treat yourself to....?




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