A great classic when I started University. I am so lucky and blessed to have gone to the best canadian universities (anglophone). If I had not been hit with illness at 21, and more seriously at 30, I could have accomplished many things. Notably do more retreats in nunneries. And avoid picking up cigarettes again around 30 years old. 

Hubby is in bed. I am thinking faintly back at my psychotic fantaisies for two years or rather, one year really, here. It was so wild and though i was never aggressive except when I needed to yell and went in the forest to do just that, I was pretty out of it. Alien beings presence was seen as an energy I felt for a while I believed. God was forever present. And light visions were numerous. I even made up a story inpsired by 17th century lifestyle in the woods of Crassou qui cracha sur tout ca. I spoke outloud, telling the story , making it up on the spot, for about 50-60minutes.  I thought the story very good but very possible it made no sense whatsoever. I have no record of it anywhere. Then there was feeling the energy of the deep amazonian forest in my backyard one night, and feeling like tigers were prowling though I knew I was in no danger. Imagnation was running very very high. And though ym psyhcotic worlds were very nice and inspired and mostly very positive, they made me totally unbearable to live with. Hubby suffered the most, obviously.