Kundalini and the Art of Being ... Finally, I decided that I had to leave. I seemed to be coming down
slightly and was able to find my daypack, put on my shoes, and say
goodnight to Scott and Mary without creating too much of a scene.
Although they apparently sensed that I hadn’t been feeling so well,
they didn’t seem to make too much of it. I stumbled out into the
night, found my bicycle leaning against a nearby bush, tried to ride
it and realized that I couldn’t. Instead I walked with it down a side
street towards the comfort and security of my room at the Co-op,
thanking the guiding spirits for my having apparently survived intact
the revealing but terrifying drug trip I’d just been through.