A Voice From Beyond The Grave, And A Laugh #BeyondTheGrave #WestTexasAndPeyote #Peyote

It was a misty morning in West Texas… or at least I think it was misty, maybe it was the remnants of the previous days peyote, but I know it was early, early morning, when it went down, when I heard proof of the hereafter.. We were Just truckin along, night driving the wide expanses and empty spaces of West Texas.We had been at the Louisiana Texas border a couple days before, , smokin’ a little weed at the side of the road, kind of a parking lot rest area wide spot in the road, on a back highway. We were two days out of the military, me and Weasel, and really didn’t care who smelled it. We weren’t gonna rub yer nose in it, we hung to the side of the lot, and were sly about it. That said The scent did draw a courageous couple of folks to approach us, and it turned out they were from where we were goin’, and we were headed toward where we had been. They had just pulled into the lot as well, and were smoking before going into the store, as we were. So we did a little matching of bowls, and actually cruised the store together, comparing notes on where each were going, where were the cops, rest stops, and places to flop, and of course, a complete comparison of road snack foods. We were shopping stoned, after all. Now as we parted, our new friends, having just traversed New Mexico offered us a parting gift of Peyote, both raw buttons, and prepared tea in a glass jar. We had spoken earlier about how it wouldn’t really be a proper trip without a proper trip…… They just happened to have extra….. shwing!!!

Now we were rolling into Dallas next, to see my Great Aunt for a night, sleep, and get back on the road. Hadn’t seen her in years, so it was gonna be nice to shower, sleep in a bed, and catch up a little. Problem was, now we had to wait to play with the peyote… No way I was gonna be rollin on Peyote at the Posh house of my great uncle the retired banker….. This was still Texas after all, Ya’ll, Fuck Around!! Now Weasel was NOT happy with that…. waiting 24 hours to get into the Peyote…. ooooh, he was jumpin’ around like Rumpelstiltskin. Foamed at the mouth, threatened to do it without me, even threatened to leave without me, but I prevailed. I was twice his size, and had possession. So I had a nice visit with my Aunt, a hot shower, and, next morning, just outside the Dallas suburbs, we hit the tea. A couple hours later, we eat the buttons, under the mistaken impression that the tea hadn’t worked. Yeah…. we did that….. yup…. knew better, but hey…… WHAT A DAY!!!

not a lot of progress was made , miles wise on our trip, but mental progress went everywhere, nowhere and out there. I don’t think we got more than 5 miles without stopping to look at something, or laugh on the side of the road. We pulled off at every park and historical marker there was(and maybe a few that weren’t really there, I can’t really say for example, if that cavalryman statue really had yellow boots, or really, if it was there at all). There was at last one(maybe 2) mini-marts that probably took weeks re-organizing after our epic peyote fueled re-stock pranking, and cart filling.

There was laugh-puking by the side of the car. There were slow speed idiotic driver switches, both inside the cab, and slowing down to a crawl to run around the car, because feasel was afraid to take the car out of gear….. Feasel was something else, maybe another story…

But the most epic thing to happen during that June ride across Texas, happened just a little bit before the New Mexico border. We had driven through the night, feelin’ much more comfortable about driving, more so as the peyote seemed to wear off, or be blunted by the pot, maybe both? Anyhow Feasel had taken over to let me sleep a little, since I had driven most the night while he slept. I was out quick too, and dreaming those vivid post hallucinogen dreams, head smooshed into the passenger window. Not sure how long I had been dreaming, when, from somewhere behind me in the dream, I heard my recently deceased buddy, Corey Charley’s voice.

He had died about 9 months earlier in a pretty nasty car accident. (A car accident that involved the occupants coming down off of hallucinogens, no less, though that wasn’t disclosed for about 10 years, I had no idea at this particular moment, that mushrooms had been on the menu before his accident. Nope, just a buddy that had died too young). But I hear his voice, or more accurately at first, his laughter. Corey had a distinctive,”Heheheheheehe” laugh, that was unmistakable-able, and that was what I heard first. It woke me, it was so clear, and as I was groggily openings my eyes I hear, in Corey’s voice, with a hint of laughter, “watch out Dude”….. I look forward, and the fast lane that we are flying low in is about to run us straight into a bridge abutment. Turns out , for the last 1/2 mile or so, big signs have been warning us that three lanes will be narrowing down to two to go over a two lane bridge. Too bad Feasel is asleep at the wheel!! I reach over, and grab the wheel just in time, and I mean JUST in time, to avoid the abutment and get into the lane, swerving and sliding across bridge, hearing Corey’s laughter in my ears fading away as the bridge popped into my review mirror….. and then of course, Feasel woke up! He hadn’t heard a thing, not ’til I yelled some choice obscenities while swerving across the lanes of the bridge.

But I heard it, plain as day. My buddy Corey, reached back from the other side to tap me on the shoulder, one last time….
Now I would be disingenuous if I didn’t pause to ponder whether hallucinogens had any part in this, just as disingenuous as if I left out the possibility of God having a hand. Was I more receptive thanks to hallucinogens? Was it Illusion? Was Corey, having done them(hallucinogens) prior to his death, a factor? Or, as many would suggest, was it the hand of God, using a voice I would listen to? Honestly, I don’t know… I know this, It WAS my friends voice, his character. It was in that tone you use when you laughingly catch your buddy just in time, keeping him from stepping in shit, or off the embankment, that tone. And that laugh, well, anyone that ever met him, ever heard it, has to believe I knew it when I heard it….. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE……..

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