that acting thing

during the acting thing i was so damn proud of myself. i finally if not for a split second stopped acting. i stopped acting. I stopped thinking and stopped acting. it was great. i felt great life was great i loved it. It started with the box thing where despite my best efforts against myself, i had alot of fun. It was creepy. Instead of a box, i was in an inescapable house, reminicent of Patrick Mcgoohan's house in the prisoner. i was having such a fun time escaping one room into another i diddnt want to stop. I actually believed that i was a prisoner in the house. Then during the partner exercise i felt as if i was talking to a friend and not even acting a part. It felt natural and lucid. Just ask John his thoughts about our conversation.........he'll tell you that it was something....Special let's just say. i dont know what i did or diddnt do, but i think it centers on me not thinking and just doing, leading by impulse instead of mental thoughts.