Moon's -- coffeeshop therapy

One summer evening, shortly after we graduated high school, I found myself in my friend Moon’s bathroom, on my knees in front of the toilet, doing what teenagers with low tolerances to alcohol and marijuana do best.
I had found my late-teen nirvana, had indeed begun to hang out with the guys getting intoxicated and high. This was the first in a long string of nights that we would spend at Moon’s house when his Mom was away, smoking, drinking, listening to music.
As the nausea retreated, something overtook me gently, unnoticeably at first. Then I was suddenly aware of it, filling every corner of my consciousness. "It" was a joyful, highly intelligent Presence – It was a unity of my thoughts, feelings and other sensations, and everything within reach of my perception. But it was something deeper than thta. This was a conscious energy that ran from the core of my being. It was the thing that gave me awareness, intelligence, life.
Laughingly, It emanated from and flowed into everything in and around me – my breath, the music blaring from my Moon’s room (Pink Floyd’s Welcome to the Machine), the walls, the fixtures in the bathroom.
And this Flow, as I came to call it, was laughing, because its very nature was comical, intelligent and light-hearted. It was delighted with its own Self.
I reasoned the next day that, either I had had a schizophrenic experience – or that I had experienced something spiritual, akin to what Buddhists find in meditation, welcoming me to the Universe.