August 8th, 1971

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Rising out of a trance into a great sudden world of glory and reality– I can visualize for myself a world of much happiness and fulfillment in Washington. With planning and enough visualization and concentration, I can see a pretty good life unfolding. God, I pray this is the beginning of getting my shit together.

Do not compromise yourself!

Take the seed of your life and grow it! Grow it! No matter what it turns into– you’ve got to grow your own and nobody else’s. 

I love you Jimmie– but I’ve got my own life. I will always love you and will bring as much health, love, and happiness as I can into your head. There will be tough times I know– but, everything’s cool, don’t you see?

God, this is the first time I’ve been high in 3 months–

I know I would experience it again–

high high

Thank you, God.

Your friend,

Jimmie