Very well elucidated. Only someone open, observant and an infrequent user could offer such a finely nuanced explanation of the experience. I seldom make music or art when not under the influence. I recall with music, when collaborating with others, how I would first lose sight of my contribution and apprehend only the whole of the music, and then, perhaps one time in eight, I would descend further and cease to be playing music at all. I would be in a play, acting out a part, but it was also part dream. Drama had replaced music in my awareness, and yet it was the driver of the music. Whether at this deeper level or not, I always sensed other consciousness. Lots of other consciousnesses. At times it could be an entity being exorcised and the music would turn dark. At other times I was aware of each drum and cymbal as conscious and interacting, and at others some deeper/higher nameless energies of consciousness came into play. Our very best musical experiences could not be recorded. We would reach some pinnacle of experience and always we would find afterwards that the recording mechanism had mysteriously stopped. It was as if we were making music not fit for Human consumption. We called these instances “One for the gods.”