a_journey_of_the_mind_on_a_nitrous_binge phil I grow, to a certain point, and then I am done, and I rest and shrink back away from it, it begins growing furhter out. I grow to fill it, until I reach it's edge again. Then it deflates, compressing me, making me squeeze myself. Then I push back, hard, push until I am moving out again ovecoming it's contraction, until I reach the point where I was before, now I am tired and worn out. It became harder all of a sudden to push it out past this point, I wasn't ready, it caught me by suprise. Unable to support my own weight I retract back down, as the walls slowly close in on me again, and suddenly I can feel the world outside of those walls. Cold air passes over me. My body floats on all sides, my focus is flawless, solid black and white details, unchanging, no atmosphere. Pure without the persistent rythym of my body, a total perspective vortex. 020703 ... Sanctuary Can you help my daughter Doctor Phil? 040201 what's it to you? who go blather from