Third eye drops are intended for open-minded adults.

Now the Ministry of Third Third eye drops. Greetings dear ones and gratitude for granting us access to the holes on the

side of your head. Tis an honor to push air and vibration wrapped in consensously derived linguistic meaning

through your body as always.

So this episode, as you are about to see is a bit different.

This exploration of impermanence you're about to hear

is an exercise in catharsis and I truly hope it doesn't come off as morbid or

like I'm wallowing in the dumps or fishing for attention here.

Because yes, the catalyst for this is a personal thing. I just lost my favorite fur baby, a cat that I've had since he was a few weeks old, whom I snugged with every single day of his life

almost for a decade.

They actually the very same feline who is the inspiration for the Third Eyed Drops

psychedelic Kitty Sage shirt.

He was just an uncommonly majestic, sweet little being

who was simply mine. He followed me all over the house. He would sleep in the spot on the

bed that smelled like me. He would actually regularly plunge his head into my stinky armpit just to rub his sweet little

face and my man stink and revel in it and of course I adored him back more than I can say. So we were homies. He was my

furry son. We had a deep morphic resonance and every day since I had to take him to be

euthanized on Sunday has felt like it's been dipped in shit and there's a hot choking constriction in my chest and throat.

So, but regardless of what catalyzed this for me, this is a reality for all of us my friends and I know you've all dealt with your own personal versions of this.

In fact, I'm sure many of you have dealt with versions of this, hundreds of times worse if you've

lost a close loved one.

And if you haven't unfortunately you will. So we might as well

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