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I don’t want to be high any more or again, and this sends me into a spiral of misery, life seems completely empty if this magic world is too painful for me. I want to die and I have infinite terror of the pain of every form of death. I see emptiness and hopelessness everywhere.

Mary Sativa, Acid Temple Ball [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]

Hermetic quote Sativa Acid Temple Ball dont want be high spiral misery life empty magic world too painful infinite terror death emptiness hopelessness everywhere

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  1. “Making love to Jesse was more like drugs than sex, nothing was static or confined to one role. Under my hands he was a girl, a newborn child, a flowering plant, a sculpture that I was carving inch by inch, the perfection of all my desires. He was not conscious of himself other than as something undergoing change and seeking to minimize pain, he was open to all possibilities.”
  2. “Get undressed and try this, it’s unbelievable.”
  3. “man’s fear to live in the infinite luxury of life is the prime root of his misery.”
December 7, 2021

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