DM Turner- The Esseential psychedelic guide

I continued to float in this heaven of satisfaction and contentment for an
immeasurable time. Then far off in the distance I heard a thunderous sound
which vibrated my world of infinite color; the sound became louder, and I
was wisked backwards through the velvet curtain of confusion once again.
As I returned to the hogan I saw myself as a huge magnet and all my
worldly emotions and attachments as being small iron shavings and at the
instant of returning these shavings sprang up, charging in on me, until I was
once again a victim of sense objects and emotions. I reluctantly opened my
eyes and saw the Indians across from me still singing and chanting. Tears
formed in my eyes and I realized the world that someday awaits my return.
A peace descended over me that I was heretofore not familiar with, and I
recognized it as being the peace that descends when life transcends to
death.
I looked about me and felt more Indian than white as I was carried along in
the rhythm of the chants as we gave our combined thanks to Pioniyo.