Belzebuub

A few years ago, I was chatting to someone and she asked me about what kind of a day I'd like to have that day, or something like that. I can't remember exactly, but she wrote my reply down later. It's not in a book or article:
 

 My kind of a day is when I wake up and walk in this peaceful awareness,
When I can perceive beautiful aromas coming in from the window,
When there is a beautiful fragrance like the one of incense,

 When communication is almost telepathic,
When words are spoken with meaning,
When I can hear everything,
When I can see everything,

 When it feels like walking in another dimension,
When it feels like being in paradise,
This is my kind of a day.

 Berkley, California, 7th September 2004