I did not know that the huge, ugly, secretive man whom I had wanted nothing to do with had drugged me with psychotropic drugs, perhaps with lithium to keep me sedated and with him. I did see when he gave me a peyote button though and I ran away from him and slept off the mescaline hallucination that night in the desert under the cacti and desert shrubs. In the morning he bragged that he had driven his land rover around and over the desert looking for me, warning me, "I could have run you over in the dark." I did fear that he might kill me but he was watching me so closely I could not yet get away from him.
I had this mescaline vision: I was my tiny, tiny self far out in the black universe, in a small, black iron cage which I thought might protect me because I was so small and insignificant, but then savage Satan filled the black void and smiled at me as if I were a morsel of meat but it was not quite hungry yet. It would remember where I was. I understood that evil is interested in everyone and everything, sooner or later, no matter how small and insignificant. There is no way to be safe from evil, all must either submit to it or fight its awful might.
Caption: Savage Satan Is Interested In Everyone And Everything
by Annmarie Throckmorton 2019