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Cannabis smoke filled the recovery room of the large house. Shane Boon's body had been on the sofa there for exactly one hour. Shane Boon's soul, well, that was a different matter. He couldn't be sure. He felt sick and somewhat disorientated. He didn't know how his body had got from the ritual room to here, his memory of returning to the house was somewhat hazy; so he was quite confused as to how long he had been back in his body. In fact he was only about 70% sure that he was in his body even now, though to imagine otherwise seemed laughable. He saw that his body was, indeed, laughing.
"What are you laughin' about my friend?" enquired a light-hearted voice from the other sofa. Boon looked over. He was sure that only a few moments ago he knew who was on the other sofa and he had in fact been having a conversation with them, but now it seemed that information had gone. He felt extremely guilty at this apparent failure to socialise properly. He sat up, squinted a little, trying to focus his gaze on the person who had spoken. It was Lizzie. Rowena sat next to her. Both seemed to be smiling. Rowena's hand was extended towards him, with something white between her fingers. He could not make out what it was, and scrunched up his face at her hand in confusion, before burping. He laughed again, at which Rowena and Lizzie collapsed into fits of giggles.
"Mate, mate, I'm saao glad ye came round here, this has been a right entertainin' evenin'! Lizzie'ere's telled me all sortsa funny stories! Saahnds like ye've done yeself praahd mate! Nice one!" Rowena's accent was much more London than before. Boon struggled with this concept as well, was with really the same person he had met earlier? He squinted at her some more. Then he realised what she held in her hand, which was a spliff she was offering to him, and that she held a bottle of beer in the other hand, then he realised that there were empty beer bottles everywhere and that Rowena and Lizzie were quite drunk as well as more than a bit stoned.
Boon laughed again and took the spliff from Rowena's hand, taking a long, deep toke on it before finding an ashtray by the side of him and sitting back again on the sofa. A flood of increased consciousness swept through him, like the spliff had literally topped it up. Suddenly he was becoming more aware of his surroundings and his mind. He was in a brightly lit room with a large window in the ceiling. There were three large sofas, a couple of coffee tables in the middle, a fridge, tea-making equipment, drinks cabinet, and a small stereo with old-fashioned CDs strewn around it. Some sort of slow-beated ambient music gently oozed out of the speakers. The tables, as mentioned before, were littered with beer bottles. They also harboured a box containing weed, various other potions and powders. The only people in the room were himself and Lizzie and Rowena.
"Are you happy, Shane?" asked Lizzie, more seriously. He gave serious thought to the question, which was both very simple and yet extremely complex.
"Yes," he replied. Then he burped again and the three of them creased up with laughter once more.
Coming to, a moment later, Lizzie explained: "We are still heavily under the influence of the psilocybin. It has been three hours in the normal world since we took the drug. You will be tripping for quite some time yet. In the meantime: sit back, get high, enjoy the ride baby. You have passed your initiation test with flying colours. Congratulations my friend! You have left your body and found your astral consciousness. And you have seen how our group does its work."