Monday, December 31, 2012

Salvia X Files: "Last Ride to the Hospital"




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The following post is a short story about a salvianaut who ends up inside a psychiatric hospital. After his friend visits him, things start to get interesting. The story reads like a ‘Twilight Zone’ or ‘X Files’ episode.
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I sat gazing through a steel-mesh, plexiglass partition that separated me from two California State Police officers. The bench seat I was sitting on had a bad spring. I wondered how comfortable the two officers were up front. Looking out into the night, I noticed that our vehicle was sandwiched between two other police cars.

Fog was rolling in as usual for this time of year. The California coastline streamed by like a dream while I thought about my friend Jeff who worked with me at the Santa Barbara Mail Processing Facility.

After a polite knock on the plexiglass, I asked one of the officers why they needed three cars instead of one to get me to the hospital. The officer driving glanced back and chuckled, “That’s what we’d like to know. All we know is that the hospital is under some sort of lock down, and they’re taking a lot of precautions.”

“What the hell is going on?” I thought to myself. “This can’t have anything to do with Jeff.” I tried to piece together the events that had occurred during the last few days. All I knew for sure was that Jeff had been placed under section 5150, an involuntary psychiatric hold. He had supposedly been considered a threat to himself and to others after the police picked him up for creating a public disturbance.

This wasn’t the first time he had gotten into trouble. I should know, because I was with him the last time he made a spectacle of himself. We were doing something that we had been experimenting with the last couple of years - Salvia Extract. I usually limited myself to 10x tops, but Jeff always wanted to go farther. Smoking 30x was no big deal for him. One night after hitting the 30x, he suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, “I can fucking manipulate reality!” I told him to calm down, but he pointed at something in the room. “Look!” he screamed. I quickly turned my head and saw something flash alongside a wall. Jeff then bolted through an open door. I ran after him, but he had already ripped off his shirt, and he was waving it in the middle of a nearby street. How he was able to run around like that under 30x without falling down flat on his face was beyond me.

The three police cars turned off the highway and made their way to a large campus-like group of buildings. Surrounding the buildings was a ten foot high chain link security fence. After stopping briefly at the front gate, we headed toward an imposing looking brick building. Chiseled in marble above its front entrance were the foreboding words, 'Lompoc State Hospital'.

After exiting the police car, I was given a visitors badge and escorted inside. A tall, middle aged man walked up to me and said, “Are you Mr. *Edit*? I replied that I was, and I asked him what was going on. Before he answered, I glanced around at the central area and the surrounding hallways. There were security guards everywhere. The tall gentleman then said, “ My name is Dr. ######. I am the lead psychiatrist here at LSH. Your friend, Mr. *Edit* was remanded to us by the Superior Court of Santa Barbara County. We came to the agreed upon conclusion that your friend was showing symptoms of acute schizophrenia.

There was an uneasy silence before I inquired, “Why all the police and security guards? Does it have anything to do with Jeff?”
The psychiatrist raised a hand up to his face and ran a finger across his receding hair line. He then uttered, “Your friend was involved in a sort of violent anomaly along with several security personnel guarding him.”
“What?” I asked incredulously.
The psychiatrist motioned with his arm and said, “Come with me.”

We proceeded to walk down a flight of stairs to an underground system of tunnels. During working hours, these tunnels were normally used to safely escort patients around the facility. An armed security guard joined us and we continued along one of the tunnels for what seemed like fifty yards. The psychiatrist then began to explain the situation.

“Your friend was first sent to a hospital in Santa Barbara, but something very peculiar was going on with his behavior. It was decided that it would be better if he were sent here to Lompoc.”
“What kind of peculiar behavior?” I asked.
“Your friend was somehow involved in severe physical disturbances at the other facility.” The psychiatrist then looked over at me. “We know that the two of you have been using the psychoactive drug salvia divinorum.”
I stopped walking and turned toward the psychiatrist. “Sir, could you just please tell me what’s going on?”
The psychiatrist gestured toward a door and we climbed a flight of stairs. Now we were in a totally different building, a building with a slight odor of death wafting through its halls.

The psychiatrist’s demeanor began to change. Grabbing hold of my shoulder, he guided me to a large holding room. I started to get nervous. I could feel my sphincter tightening. Moving closer, I noticed that the inside of the room had been grotesquely rearranged. As I stood at the open door, I got chills. Appearing before my eyes was something that looked like a fucking scene out of the movie ‘Alien’.


Somehow the area had lost its dimensionally square identity. The room’s hard angles had become curved. As I slowly walked through the door, I noticed that the inside of the room had the rough appearance of a wheel. All the objects that had previously been situated on the floor, like chairs and a cot for sleeping, were now embedded along the curved surface of one of the room’s walls. Also lodged into the circular wall, at approximately the four o’clock position, was the ossified remains of a human being. Staring at the face of the human, I quickly realized I was looking at my friend Jeff.

I stepped forward to get a closer look. His face, while ossified into a pasty shade of white, still exuded a lingering smell of death. He was seated on something set into the wall that resembled a chair. Astonishingly, I realized that his body was seemingly replicated into very thin, yet lifelike, copies of itself. The solidified, replicated copies layered away behind him until they disappeared into the room’s curved wall.

I was almost at the point of passing out when the psychiatrist shook me and pointed his finger at the room‘s floor. Protruding out of the floor’s surface was a diminutive, porcelain humanoid. I bent down and studied the figure closely. It was an exact replica of a security guard. An expression of terror was frozen on its tiny face. My darting eyes noticed several other nondescript, porcelain humanoids embedded all over the wheel-like surface of the room’s interior.

The psychiatrist put his arm behind me and led me out of the room. He explained that the porcelain humanoid closely resembled one of the missing members of the hospital's security staff. I was at a loss for words as we walked down a hallway before arriving at an office of some kind. I sat down, oblivious to the fact that there were other men standing around me.

Slowly going into shock, I began to hear a distant laugh coming from Jeff's room. It sounded like...yes...it was Jeff. My mind was now completely confused. I looked up around me and asked, “Do you guys hear that laughing sound?” Everyone was stone silent. Then a skinny brother wearing a white lab coat cleared his throat and said in a tinny voice, “Man, I been hearing that shit ever since I came on duty.” The psychiatrist quickly turned his head toward the man and gave him an angry look.

Nervously running my fingers through my hair. I looked down at my shirt and noticed that my visitor’s badge was missing. At this point the psychiatrist composed himself and said, “Mr. *Edit*, sometimes it’s necessary for an individual’s rights to be temporarily suspended for the sake of the surrounding community. We here at LSH believe you might be a risk to the community the same way your deceased friend was a risk. Therefore, we must unfortunately inform you that.....”

My heart was now beating so hard that I was experiencing palpitations. The psychiatrist’s words were a blur. I suddenly stood up and exclaimed, “I lost my visitor’s badge. I think it’s back in the other room. I’m going to go get it.” I then ran out of the office. The psychiatrist behind me yelled, “Hey, you can’t go back in there.”

I heard a security guard trailing me as I raced towards Jeff's room. The muffled laughter was getting louder. I ran through the door and was immediately shifted with force into a seated position. A rush like the rush of a salvia trip enveloped me. My mind was being taken over by salvia reality. I could feel my body calcifying.

When the security guard ran into the room after me, his shoes were immediately sucked into the floor’s surface. I was able to watch him through my calcifying eyes as he struggled to regain his balance. The room was now beginning to slowly rotate, and the curved, wheel-like interior transformed into a type of malleable jelly. The security officer’s legs were now slowly sinking into the liquefied floor. A look of extreme panic washed over his face. A few seconds later the liquefaction was up to his waist. Then the guard frantically reached for his gun and fired off two quick shots into the rotating mass.

While still watching him sink into the quivering floor, I felt a sudden lurch backwards as I shifted from one reality into a cloned, secondary reality. I was being replicated backwards into the curved wall the same way Jeff was replicated. I felt more jolts as my ossifying body shifted backwards through a succession of growingly dissimilar, parallel realities.

The security guard (or one of his parallel doppelgangers) was now neck high in the quicksand maelstrom. Then, with a blink of his porcelain eyes, his shrinking, terrified face disappeared beneath the floor’s quivering surface.

The laughter around me began transitioning into a hypnotic trance as I continued to shift backwards through a scanning kaleidoscope of alternate worlds. Soon I began to notice the outlines of welcoming entities in the periphery of the now vanishing hospital room.

The physical world of the state hospital was rapidly fading away. From behind me, I could sense a large rotating, organic wheel composed of interconnected, humanoid beings. One of the humanoids reached out his arm to me. It was Jeff. As I grabbed his hand, my salvia body slid out of its earthly cocoon; and like the multicolored, soaring image of a butterfly, I was free.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Entire Stack of Worlds are but One Master World


(18x - one hit)

What the Fuck???
I remember going to a place that’s off limits to Earth people.
It’s not so much a singular place. It’s more an acknowledgement of a System. Is it possible that we all see the System at some point while tripping, and it’s washed clean when we come down?

So what IS this System?

It’s related to parallel worlds, but it’s more complex. The whole parallel worlds phenomenon is a shadow of something even more fascinating and disturbing.

Here’s a visual way of describing it:

Imagine standing in front of a giant aluminum screen, say eight feet high and twenty feet across. Paint a 2.2 dimensional world on that screen: a Technicolor world “IN PROGRESS”.

Now imagine another somewhat identical aluminum world behind it, also containing a Technicolor world in progress. Keep going: more and more compressed, adjacent worlds all in progress - all packed together. Hundreds of them, thousands of them, 10^500 of them.

Here’s the thing: you are in each and every one of those worlds as they “UNSTACK” from a far distant endpoint in salviaspace. As each world unstacks, you are there; your body, your mind, squeezed tightly inside everyone of those pliable, aluminum screen worlds.

As you rapidly pass through each of those membrane-like screens, you are CONVINCED that every one of those livable world-screens is TRUE REALITY. Your brain’s short term memory is nonexistent; and as each True World passes by containing people gibbering at you, it is immediately forgotten, only to be replaced by another, almost identical True World.

Look! Here comes one. A 2.2D world. And connected to it are sectional, almost identical worlds containing almost identical scenarios. See? Those women scurrying around in their red brick homes circa 1962. They're all busy preparing lunch before suddenly realizing the existence of an intruder. YOU!! You're eavesdropping on their salvia world. The hyper-women drop what they're doing, and then begin scolding you for breaching the 4th Wall. They're telling you to leave, and you already are as your retinas scan the rotating sandwich slices of red brick homes retreating back into the center of your visual cortex.

You are not just a conscious passersby remotely viewing this in quiet comfort as it is unfolding. You are EXISTENTIALLY there, physically and emotionally there, feeling the roller-coaster process through each 2.2D world as it all rolodexes through hyperspace.

You are wiped out by the experience. Sweat is poring out of your pores. (I won’t bother telling you what was happening in my chest during all this. Believe me, you don’t want to know).

So it’s not just about a conceptual understanding of parallel worlds. It is existential and ontological. It is experienced by your whole being.

And what does it all mean? Hell if I know. But fundamentally, at the center of our existence, there is something very weird happening. Our shared, physical world might be but a snapshot within a wide, expansive continuum of separate yet inseparable worlds.
Indeed - an infinite number of Earth-world templates awaiting our discovery.

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My best conceptual understanding of the Master World is that it's an onion-like, extremely massive, gravitationally contracting, hyperdimesional structure that attracts parallel worlds onto its surface. These parallel worlds all seem to be Earth-mimicking in nature. They contain human scenarios in progress: 3d scenarios collapsing into 2.2D, semitransparent, curved sheets. These individual sheets stream onto the Master World as a continual, layering process of enfoldment.

The salvia beings allowed me to see their Master World, but they would only allow me to enter as a dead man (not just talking ego death). I did not have the internal courage to accept my immediate and permanent death.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Dreaming Oaxaca



The Mexican holy man affixed a ceremonial Indian hat atop tripping man’s head, which was already beading with sweat. Only an hour ago, a hot sun receded under the far horizon, and stars were now beginning to fire up like stationary lightening bugs.

The holy man then placed a quid of specially prepared, enhanced salvia leaves inside tripping man’s mouth. After speaking a few soft words in Spanish, the holy man pointed tripping man towards a field of scraggly grass sprinkled with flowering agave plants.

Holding his hands up in prayerful obeisance, tripping man ventured to the center of the welcoming field. As he chewed the leaves, an aura of salvinorin molecules breathed outwardly from his body. The air was soon painted with a green and purplish haze.

Tripping man now began to focus on his heart. It felt like a rhythmic drum beat rising in intensity from deep inside his chest. Louder and louder it pounded. Louder and Louder and suddenly a Giant RIPPPING sound: the ground in front of tripping man RIPPED open like an earthen Zipper made of Shrieking gravel.

Rising out of the opened earth in front of tripping man’s astonished eyes was a trail of seven curanderos, each waving a reddish-black transformation mask in his hand. The seven men were identical replicas of each other. They erupted from the ground like an undulating serpent -- like a snake of clones -- like a roller coasting dragon. Scanning past tripping man’s eyes, the trail of curanderos all flashed mischievous grins before disappearing back into the grassy knoll from which they, only seconds before, originally sprang.

Tripping man’s legs quickly buckled, and he sank down to a kneeling position. Two dragonflies, one winged with gold and one winged with rubies, darted in front of tripping man’s face. They froze in mid air, then danced together in flight before darting off again. All this while a rustling wind sang in whispered tones a hauntingly salvia-esque corrido across the Oaxacan nightscape.

A crescent moon gently orbited the outstretched tip of a palmetto branch as tripping man mashed out with his teeth the last of the quid juice. No longer sure if his eyes were wide open or tightly shut, he soon lost the ability to focus on anything in front of his rubbery body.

Now, with a fresh upsurge of salvinorin molecules traversing his veins, tripping man emptied his awareness of all extraneous baggage. His consciousness began to drift away: to recede like an ocean tide. Filling in the void were approaching visuals only his fellow travelers of salvia space could have imagined.

What appeared as a darkened wheel as wide as the night sky began to roll against the ground towards tripping man. Not to be outdone, the ground pushed back like retinal lava directly against the motion of the sky. The ground and sky became like two giant organic gears working in unison; the mechanics of which eluded tripping man‘s conceptual understanding.

Although tripping man’s brain was barely functioning, he pivoted to the left and recognized his horse that had previously been tied to an exposed agave root. The horse was now being dragged across the night of consciousness itself, along with an accompanying system of ever miniaturizing horses: all fractaling away from tripping man’s point of view. The horses slid off into the distance like an MC Escher painting; a spiraling staircase of wooden horses: hundreds of them, all purple and green, all rocking together in synchronized unison.

After a while, tripping man slowly stood up and surveyed the situation around him. What looked like rodents or hairy elves were scurrying around in the dark, apparently trying to put everything back together again, back to where everything was before the salvia journey began.

Scanning the terrain in sweeping motions, tripping man’s eyes searched for his friend the holy man. Suddenly, the cry of a coyote cut a jagged note across the valley. In the distance was the frozen silhouette of something silvery brown. Its eyes, one ringed with gold and one ringed with rubies, stared back at tripping man’s face. And then it was gone.

Tripping man stood there and smiled; and he continued to smile while fireflies arched like stars toward the morning dawn.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (11-27-12)

(one hit of 18x)
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??????????”

Press--PrEss--pRESS-Pres--PrESs. My finger repeatedly slammed down on the laptop’s power key.

Wow. I saw it all smeared tightly on my eyeballs. There was a constant audio soundtrack which scanned alongside the film sheets which were simultaneously peeling off my eyes.
[curving, two-dimensional containers of ongoing worlds]

These worlds were not separate scenes like in a typical movie. These audio-visual worlds were ongoing, similar to how waves are ongoing even though their constituent particles are seemingly stationary.

When I say there was an accompanying soundtrack, what I really mean is that the interlinked worlds contained individual comments like, “You’re watching us again,” followed by something like, “He’s beginning to figure us out.” etc. I know this sounds schizophrenic and maybe it is. Let’s say it’s a sign of schizophrenia. But the incredibly beautiful and (insanely) complex nature of the visuals is what is so MIND-BLOWING.

GOD. I wish I could convey to you all the intricate ontological structures I was witnessing. It was like I was stealing away the foundations of fundamental human experience. It was like I was stealing away the Top Secret design of human existence.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??????????”

That’s the question I was asking myself as I frantically flailed about in the darkness attempting to log onto my Microsoft Works document. It was another comedy of errors as I was tripping over extension cords and accidentally turning on and off my laptop. During this confusion, I was still tripping on extract. The voices peeling off my eyeballs were saying stuff like, “He’s going to forget it all again,” and “Doesn’t he realize how important this is?”

And the visuals -- how do I describe them?
(another hit of 18x)

…and the visuaalzz, how do ah dizkribe themb
…….and devishuallzzzz, hhhdwwII dezkriblllldembbLM
………..andD’Viztabbllllll -- hWWDEXTWYIBTEMM

This hallucinatory world containing a myriad of pulsating colors rotated like a squeegeed river up my curved eyeballs. Greenish, pulsating humanoids slid their arms against the outer edges of my convex eyes and attempted to communicate with me. They crouched and flattened down into a side-view mirror that proceeded to slide away into hyperspace.

Then, suddenly, another two dimensional mirror rotated completely around my eyeballs containing another series of crazy-acting humanoids who stood up out of their crouching positions and exclaimed, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??????????”

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (11-20-12)

The salvia beings are letting me know that if I keep posting my trip reports they are going to kill me. At first they politely told me that they weren’t happy with my reports. Lately they have been increasing the pressure by squeezing my heart to the point of snuffing out my life.

So let’s recap where I am in my journey:

1)--- I keep seeing a massively dense and heavy globe-like structure that is apparently some type of storage device. The outer layer of the storage device is connected to the outer edges of my eyeballs. Information seems to flow bi-directionally between the outer edges of my eyeballs and the device. I still can’t figure out what the device contains. It might contain all the experiential information from our everyday, material world; or it might contain information from worlds outside our material world. My vibe is that the device contains all the visual and auditory information from parallel worlds adjacent to our world. Three dimensional audio/visual scenarios from these parallel worlds seem to collapse into a very fine metallic-like film across the outer surface of the device. I can’t emphasize enough just how massive the pressure is on the surface of the device. You have to experience it to really know what I’m talking about.


2)--- There are beings located in parallel worlds adjacent to our world. These beings are earth-like in appearance. They speak my language; they speak your language. Sometimes the beings seem benevolent; sometimes they seem malevolent. OK. I’m going to try to explain something difficult. These salvia beings aren’t unique, singular entities. Each salvia being is somehow connected to a fractal containing multiple versions of itself. There is a qualitative progression of gnosis spanning across a salvia being’s fractal. At one end of the gnosis stream is a fully Aware, self-actualized salvia being. At the other end of the gnosis stream is a biological, un-aware humanoid. It might be possible that fractals of salvia beings coalesce down into our everyday, material world in the form of un-aware earth humans. Do you hear what I’m saying? Salvia beings are possibly walking among us in the form of (what appear to be) normal looking human beings. Is it any wonder the salvia beings want me to stop posting my trip reports?

Actually, we might all be salvia beings, but because of our location at the far end of (what we perceive as) the ever decreasing fractal stream of salvia-awareness, we are all un-aware of the ‘expanded situation’ (expanded situation defined as the awareness of parallel worlds containing parallel beings).


3)--- There is a possibility that our technologically advanced human descendents are trying to contact us. Terence McKenna first hypothesized this when he spoke about the transcendental object at the end of time. He didn’t imply that the object was trying to contact us, only that it was emitting such a strong signal that we couldn’t help but become aware of it. On the other hand, I’m suggesting that our advanced descendents might actually be trying to contact us.

I thought of an interesting scenario: If this blog is able to be preserved by Google and successors of Google for hundreds or thousands or millions of years, then perhaps future researchers will stumble across it. They will then know of at least one human candidate alive in 2012 who had a hallucinogenic and open mind, and who might be a good recipient for some kind of long distance attempt at contact. (are you listening, future human hybrids?)

All I have to do is hit ‘enter’ and this post will upload to the internet. Immediately, through a quantum speeding up of time, people in the future will read these words as if I just typed them. It’s happening right now. You are reading the exact words I’m keying right now, even though days, weeks, months, years have elapsed since I keyed them. But has any time really passed? The same thing goes for those of you reading this post ten thousand years from now. No time has really passed, therefore, please get off your technologically advanced lazy asses and make contact with me. There are clues in this blog that disclose my true name and earth-history.

If the salvia beings continue to squeeze my heart, then I’m going to cease publishing my trip reports.
Later, salvia brothers and sisters.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Should We Leave The Salvia World And Its Beings Alone?



......Oh shit......I just saw it roll over my subconscious mind. I even heard voices of some guys saying something like, "stop it, stop it", or "don't let, don't let".
There IS a fucking reality out there filled with people. Our subconscious minds are able to roll up on this other world while we are tripping. All I remember is these beings yelling something like, "don't let, don't let". When I heard that, I panicked and the trip aborted before the guys could finish their sentence. I then began to frantically claw my way back to consensus reality. These beings were human-like. They spoke in English. They DID NOT want their world to be exposed.
So what do I do NOW?

I’m going back there. All this shit has not been for nothing. There IS a world out there. It's composed of beings who want to remain hidden. This other world is in our eFFing MINDS. It is real and salvia exposes it.
And I got it all on audio.

I was totally attached to the visual as it was rolling over. The visual was a self contained reality unfolding itself temporally. When I saw the (two?) male beings, their bodies were embedded onto the surface of the reality sheet as it was unfolding. Their words "don't let, don't let" were also embedded onto the unfolding sheet. When I saw the beings and heard them speak, at first I tried to memorize the words. Then I tried to fight my way back to my voice recorder. I think there's a lot of silence on it.

Even though I just heard a few words, the point was clear. "Don't fuck with our world."
But guess what? I’m going right back there with my voice recorder, even if I end up with a heart attack.

I listened to the audio. Here is the transcript:
"OK....ha ha....I see.....", followed by four minutes and fifty seconds of irregular breathing.

But I did mention later that the world was the very same and familiar world I’ve always seen, except this time up close and personal.......with beings that spoke in English?? WTF?
Yeah, what is it with all the secrecy? BFD. These beings are humanoids who speak our language. We access them through our minds. Don't we have a right to visit their reality?
Hey, I have approx 200 hits of 10x and 50 hits of 25x to explore their world. They will have to kill me to stop me.

I can't remember anything about the salvia world that rolled by/through/over me. But I’m sure that I saw it all in splendid hi res technicolor. I wish I could have gotten the details into my voice recorder. :(
This trip was a major milestone for me. I have always wanted to actually communicate with a being. The dialogue was one sided, I listened while the beings spoke. The words were actually audible, but not through the ears, rather through the mind.
The vibe I got was that these beings were like sentries who were visibly upset/afraid of salvia reality being exposed.

Another major vibe I got was that this salvia reality is too well established for only me and a few others to know about. The vibe is that there is a network of people who are Very aware of this 'other world', and they are monitoring websites to see if anyone new "comes on-line", so to speak. I know that sounds paranoid, but WTH.
This salvia world seems to be far more primordial than our consensus world outpost. The salvia world is like an established empire, an empire deeply hidden within the strange confines of our entheo-awakened minds.

When I saw those talking beings, they unfolded out of a rolling civilization. They and their words were embedded into the topography or infrastructure of the actual reality. The whole thing was somewhere between 2d and 3d.

There are many different types of salvia trips. Only a small percentage of trips sound like mine. My trips are about another civilization cloaked in concealment.. It's like a child's secret garden, full of innocent beings. They allow me to play in the garden as long as I don’t tell the adults about it.
I'm going to throw away the note pad and voice recorder and just play in the garden.

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I've been trying out my newly purchased (no frills) vaporizer. At first I was using plain leaf. I tried getting the temp hot, but the experiences were underwhelming. Tonight I decided to try the 10x. I retired to my bedroom, turned out the lights, and plopped onto bed.
I noticed a slight heartburn and tried to burp it away. No luck. I don't like to trip with any background pain, but I figured that the 10x wasn't going to get sufficiently vaped anyway. So I lit up and slowly sucked the vape into my lungs. The aroma tasted like popcorn. I began to see visuals, so I knew it was working. The visuals weren't very strong though.

Suddenly, I noticed something odd. Instead of peaking quickly as with regular smoke, I experienced myself slowly elevating upwards. The visuals stopped, but I kept elevating. It reminded me of weed. I felt like I was in two worlds at once. The world of the living and some other world. I also began to notice the pain in my heart area. The never ending elevation along with the heart pain started to freak me out. I began to realize that I was acclimating to my own upcoming death. I rose up from my bed and got the hell out of my bedroom. I figured that I would be better off in my living room. While walking through the hallway, I got the very strong impression that my dead mother was waiting there in the living room. She had been sent to escort me back to the other world. I was completely awash in the specter of my own death.

When I reached the living room, my mom was not there. I found my trusted recliner and sat down. I got the vibe that the world of the dead is the more real world, and the world of the living is a type of ongoing experiment : a chance for the dead to experience life.

So now my heartburn is fading away, and my vaporizer sits on the table. It whispers to me, "come back, the popcorn's ready."

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I wonder what the Mazatecs would think about vaping? Vaping isn't the same as smoking.
I hit the same half bowl of 10x in my vaporizer two more times, for a grand total of three hits. I got strong visuals all three times, my last hit the strongest of all. Unfortunately, there were no beings or no sounds. The visuals, while vivid, were very nondescript. I'm going to empty the bowl and burn it in a regular pipe to see if any salvinorin is left.

I got the vibe that were it not for living human beings, there would be no knowledge of the universe, no knowledge of the beauty nor of the random violence. This is assuming that there aren't other advanced life forms around.
Human beings are creatures that are capable of intellectualizing the universe. We are the universe's ability to reflect upon itself. This spectacle of humans driving around and ordering cheeseburgers from open-mouthed, mechanical cartoon faces at drive-throughs is an absurd farce.
We are the fucking universe gazing at itself.......
AND IT'S ORDERING A HAPPY MEAL.
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Monday, October 29, 2012

Sometimes Things Go Wrong When Smoking Salvia



What the hell just happened? This was no normal trip into salvia land. I can still feel strange sensations running up and down my backbone. I really shouldn't post this trip report………….

It all began with my usual pre trip meditation walk in the dark. I held a small LED flashlight in my hand to guide me as I mentally prepared for the sojourn. It was approaching 1 AM. Everything was quiet in my apartment complex. I sat down on my foam pad and held the pipe in my hand. I grabbed my Bic lighter and lit the bowl of 10x/plain leaf blend. Blowing the smoke out of my mouth, I had no sense of concern, assured that I had already taken down my smoke alarm and placed it in a drawer in another room (or so I thought). I took another hit. As the smoke billowed from my lips, I started to notice the usual rotation effect of my closed eye visuals. I began to drift away…drift away…drift away…..HOLY SHIT !!!!!!

I FORGOT TO REMOVE MY SMOKE ALARM AND THE SMOKE IS CREEPING TOWARDS IT.
Oh, and by the way, I’M FUCKING TRIPPING !!!!!!

Tripping or not, my mind was filled with one thing and one thing only: the prospect of my smoke alarm shrieking at one o’clock in the morning throughout the apartment complex. It was flight or fight time and I needed to fly over to my smoke alarm before it went off. Still in the dark, I immediately rose up from my foam pad. My mind was now a ball of torrid confusion. My legs were a bundle of twitchy, rubbery muscles; but I had an important task to carry out, and I needed to keep my brain together long enough to accomplish the goal.

I made it over to the wall switch and turned on the light. There was a table nearby that I could stand on to reach the smoke alarm. I pushed the table underneath the alarm, but something was wrong. My brain was having a hard time keeping up with my actions. My hands were attached to the legs of the table and I couldn‘t remove them. They were frozen onto the legs as if I were being mildly electrocuted. Also, there were little cartoon animals running down the length of my arms. They provided a kind of stretching action to my arms. I became absorbed in the antics of the little cartoon animals. This seemed to last an eternity. I just stood there hunched over motionless with my arms attached to the table legs.

I could feel strange sensations traveling up and down the length of my spinal column. What the hell was going on? Where was I? Who was I? Why was I hunched over with my spinal column tingling all over? Then it hit me. “JESUS CHRIST, my smoke alarm is about to go off.”

I began to see into the immediate future. My smoke alarm would wake up the neighbors. Someone would knock on the door. I would open it, still hunched over clutching a table leg like some crazed freak. I’m sure I would have said something like, “It’s OK, I’m stoned on salvia. I’m tripping on a major hallucinogen. Nothing to see here, move along.” But that didn’t happen. At least not yet. I still needed to free my hands from the table so that I could stand on it.

Now, mind you. I was in the plateau phase of the salvia trip. My mind kept wanting to smear all across the living room walls. I had to keep my brain together because I needed to jump up and stand on the table. That, of course, was a bad idea. Rule number six in the salvia handbook states: "Don’t fucking stand on tall pieces of furniture when you’re tripping". But I had to get to that smoke alarm, so I jumped onto the table. I knew that if I slipped and fell, the smoke alarm would go off and an ambulance would arrive to take me to the hospital for a 72 hour psycho hold.

I grabbed onto the base of the smoke alarm in order to twist it off. Again, there was a problem. My brain refused to communicate with my hands, and my mind once again started to drift. While standing on the table with my hands grasping the smoke alarm, I began to visualize my body transforming into the hind leg of a mechanical cow, its belly the same off-white color as my living room ceiling. Somehow I had suddenly become an integral component of an otherworldly bovine space station slowly rotating in hyperspace. Thankfully the visual dispersed and I soon came to. Twisting off the smoke alarm, I stumbled over to a kitchen drawer and shut the alarm away.

Next, I just stood there alone in my apartment. Everything was peacefully quiet. No ambulance had arrived to take me away. The tiny cartoon animals had gone from whence they came. I then turned off the light, sat down on my foam pad, and sighed a sigh of relief. The trip was over.

#postscript#
I don’t know if there was enough smoke in the room to actually set off a smoke alarm, but try telling that to someone tripping on salvia who’s only mission in life is to remove said smoke alarm.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Volcano Nachos



Man takes hit -- trips -- flails arms attempting to log in to Microsoft Works. -- raises hand clutching his TV remote thinking it’s his computer mouse -- continues to flail about -- starts laughing...
HOLY CRAP

Wow wowowowowwowow woW

Purple and green humanoids
All connecting together
Forming some kind of structure
Rotating before his visual cortex
Deep inside his tripping mind.
“HA HA HA HA HA“

Purple and green rotating humanoids; all roasting in some electri-fried cerebral current. Quivering humanoids attached together like molded, electrostatic clones: ready to be plucked like fruit and placed back into tripping man's reality.

He needsanotherhit.

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ZOOM ZOOM BOOM
(tripping man exhales smoke from second hit of extract)

Almost immediately there’s a knock at the door. The knock-knocking echoes in tripping man’s mind. Dozens of voices reverberate around the persistent knocking sound -- voices that stop in mid sentence -- sentence fragments that rapidly fire up and around like electromagnetic fan blades.

Tripping man doesn’t care anymore -- salvia has temporarily set him free. He stumbles towards his front door. Opening it, multicolored trails of humanoid ribbons stretch outwardly from where the door, only seconds before, was stoically closed.

A shock wave of sunlight fills tripping man’s eyes as streams of human faces stare back at him. He continues laughing out loud.
“HA HA HA HA HA”

Tripping man hears a voice emanating from within the cosmic blue.
“Hey, man. We’re making a Taco Bell run. You want anything?”
Tripping man, still laughing, holds his hands out as the concrete surface outside his apartment beckons him down like a suctioning troll.

Tripping man, now flat on the ground, slowly rolls over and looks up at his friends’ expressions of shocked bewilderment. He cries out, “I just fucking saw you all in a jello mold! You were just inside - a fucking, electri-fried - jello mold!!”

One of the figures smilingly stares down at him and intones, “I get it. You just smoked some salvia, right?”
Tripping man points his hand at the figure and replies, “You better fucking get it. We’re just apparitions painted on the inside of a holographic bubble.”

The stationary figure looks down at tripping man and answers, “OK, dude. …Later”. Then tripping man's friends stream-walk down the steps leading to the parking lot. After a few heavy seconds, tripping man twists his head to the side. Drawing forth a final burst of energy, he yells,
“Hey Guys, Bring Me Back Some Volcano Nachos And Extra Hot Sauce!!!“

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Salvia X Files: "Little Juno"


Slow Life from BioQuest Studios on Vimeo.


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The following story starts out rather innocently. It then descends precariously into the depths of salvia space.
Buckle up and enjoy the ride.
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The sun had already gone down, and mosquitoes were out and about as I stood impatiently on my front porch. My screen door had been closing erratically, and I was trying to figure out a way to get it to shut properly. That’s when I saw her standing there, her golden hair falling gently over her ears. She was my nine year old next door neighbor. Her name was Juno.

“Why don’t you just oil it?” she asked, a warm smile adorning her inquisitive face. 
I glanced down at her four and a half foot frame and answered, “That’s just what I was about to do, Juno.”
“OW!!” she immediately yelled, swiping her right hand across her left shoulder. “A mosquito bit me.”
I stopped fidgeting with the screen door and watched Juno scratching her arm. Then I said, “You better go inside your house before you get bit again.”
“OK, Ken,” answered Juno, already running towards her front door. 

She didn’t really live in a traditional house. Neither of us did. We both shared a red brick duplex. I lived in the apartment on the right, and she and her parents lived in the apartment on the left. I had already been there two years before Juno and her parents moved in. I considered them normal neighbors, that is, until a few months ago when Ben, Juno's father, lost his job. That’s about the time I first started hearing arguments from across the wall separating our two living rooms. And lately, while engaging in neighborly talk with Ben, I began to notice the strong smell of alcohol on his breath.

Now it was getting dark. After taking Juno’s advice and applying several drops of oil onto the screen door’s dampening arm, I settled into my living room for an evening of quiet salvia excursions.

I pulled out a small baggie containing some salvia extract. Several months ago, I had decided to combine my 25x salvia with some 10x in order to lessen the potency. And then yesterday, while digging around in a kitchen cupboard, I discovered this small baggie, still containing enough 25x for a good sized bong load.
I figured, “What the hell. I’m gonna smoke this.”

And so I sat in the darkness, in my living room, attempting a pre-trip meditation. My composure was becoming increasingly unsettled because I kept hearing noises emanating from the other apartment. The noises would flare up before quieting down again. Then, while in a pocket of relative silence, I decided to go ahead and fire the shit up. “Lock and load, baby,” I softly whispered to myself.

I flicked the proverbial Bic and watched the dry herb get quickly consumed in an orange flash. Raising my index finger from the small hole atop the wooden bong, I felt like a musician playing a sweet note as I drew the cool smoke into my awaiting lungs.

A mere few seconds later, I grew aware that the 25x was coming on strong -- WAY too strong. 
!!-CRASH-!!
Out of nowhere, I heard a loud noise from the other side of my living room wall. 
“Shit, what was that?” I silently blurted to myself, trying to stay composed. But I was already in full trip mode, and the unsettling sound was quickly forgotten. 

The blackened room around me was now transforming into a weird, holographic bubble. My mind's eye could see grainy, green, gelatinous globules of electromagnetic energy transforming into a pulsating chair. The chair then pulled away like molasses from my tripping mind. Next, I heard a muffled scream, and my mental eye could see this same green chair being violently thrown across a room, narrowly missing a woman’s face. 
“Oh, Fuck!” I thought aloud. “That’s Juno’s mom!” 

I was hallucinating heavily now. Sweat was oozing from the pores in my skin. Except for my visual cortex, all the processing in my brain was shutting down. Now my mind's eye could see Ben, Juno’s father. Suddenly, a strange voice in my head asked, “What the fuck is that guy holding in his hand?” My retinas scanned the trail leading down his right arm. Then my heart dropped like a rock when I realized he was clutching a hatchet. Swinging it wildly, he glared down towards a figure across from the kitchen dining table. The terrified figure was Juno.

Choking back the urge to panic, I stuttered to myself, “Oh, man...Oh, man... Is this really happening?"

With the hallucination now peaking in intensity, my mind had seemingly dislodged from my body. I didn’t know who or where I was. The virtual muscles in my mind’s eye were following Ben holding the hatchet as he slowly rounded the kitchen table. Juno’s mother screamed again, her mouth twisting into a sickly combination of fear and defeat. I could actually see vocal waves exiting her mouth. Her scream was like a slowing audible recording, the eerie pitch descending lower and lower. 

Temporarily distracted by her mom, Juno quickly turned her eyes back toward her advancing father. His arm, now already in full swing, was cutting an invisible swath toward his daughter’s head. 

My still tripping mind watched as the blade made horizontal impact an inch above Juno's eyebrows. As the hatchet entered her skin, a bright red, wet color instantly appeared along the surface of the shiny, sharp blade.

The rapidly unfolding series of events was sucking the air out of my chest. My mind was being whipsawed by salvia molecules as the violence flashed into my visual cortex.

While Ben’s hatchet cut through Juno’s milky white skull, something extraordinary happened. My mind, my brain convulsed revoltingly in a kind of epileptic seizure. Miraculously, Ben’s hatchet had somehow cut a zipper-like demarcation between two separate realities: one reality containing the horror of a murder, and now a brand new alternate reality containing Juno with angels in her head.

The room enclosing Juno seemed to rotate now, and life-like miniature Junos were spilling out of her freshly opened skull. Reaching the floor, the tiny Junos immediately scampered away, disappearing into familiar objects like appliances and doors. They all emptied out of Juno’s head, all except one. My spinning mind’s eye watched as a terrified Juno stumbled out of the kitchen and into her living room. Then I saw her lose consciousness and fall, spilling out the last remaining miniature Juno.

Gratefully, my trip was now past its peak. I slowly opened my eyes and began the process of re-establishing a sense of self. The specter of an unconscious and immobile Juno was still in my hallucinating mind; when, to my startled amazement, I watched as the last tiny Juno suddenly appeared inside my living room. Only five inches tall, she darted across my carpet, and before my body could flinch, the little Juno leapt up and disappeared into the bony flesh just below my right knee.

A wave of conviction suddenly surged through my body. I needed to communicate with someone immediately. Usually, after a salvia trip, I’m compelled to post my experience on the internet. But this was something totally different. I was now feeling a serious urge to speak intimately to a real person on the phone. 

I rose up from my chair and immediately tripped over my barbells. Landing on the floor, I crawled on my hands and knees towards where I thought my cell phone would be. It was still dark, and my right hand swept the carpet for the phone. Finally grabbing it, I held it in my hand. The numerical keys radiated a warm glow as I instinctively pressed the numbers 9..1..1. 

I only heard soft static at first which was suddenly followed by a woman's voice:
“######## 911. What’s your emergency?”
I squeezed the cell phone tightly.
“Yeah, my name is Ken #####. I live at ## Willow Drive. A few minutes ago, I was tripping and, uh, wait, there’s this man, and he was in a hallucination, but it wasn’t a hallucination…”
The lady interrupted me and asked, “Sir, are you requesting medical assistance?”
“No ma’am, no ma’am. Listen to me. I heard this scream, and it looked like a murder in my head.”
There was a momentary silence at the other end of the line. Then the lady said, “Mr. #####, I’m going to send a city police unit to your location, OK?”
I answered, “OK, OK.” I then pressed ’end’ on my cell phone.

I was already rapidly coming down from the trip as I sat dazed on the floor in the darkness. Staring at the phone, I immediately realized what I had just done.
“Oh, shit." I muttered. "I just called 911. I just called the fucking cops!”
Trying to get a grip, I reminded myself that I hadn’t broken any laws. Salvia divinorum was still legal to possess in Washington state.
“Just cool it, man.” I told myself.

Minutes later, a knock-knocking sound jarred me back to reality. I slowly stood up and made my way to the front door. Sure enough, standing there was a police officer. Further back in my front yard was his partner holding a flashlight. The officer glanced down at his note pad and then brought his eyes back up to mine.
“Hi, are you Ken #####?”
“Yes sir,” I answered.
The officer looked at me intently. He then asked, “Ken, have you been drinking or doing anything else tonight that I should know about?”
I stood there for a second, and with a sigh I replied, “Sir, I was tripping on this stuff called salvia di...”

Before I could finish my sentence, the officers and I heard a muffled noise from my neighbor’s apartment. Suddenly, Juno’s mom burst out of the front door in hysterics, followed closely by her husband Ben chasing her. At that point I think I pissed a little in my pants. The two police officers immediately ran toward Ben and tackled him to the ground. The officer who had been talking to me was using his knee to pin Ben’s arm down. Clutched tightly in Ben’s fist was a shiny, new hatchet.

I walked off my front porch and watched as the officers put handcuffs on Ben. Then a slight movement caught the corner of my eye. It was Juno, apparently unharmed, standing in the darkness on her porch. Hearing her mom screaming out her name, Juno suddenly darted across the front lawn and leapt up into her mother’s arms. Alone, I stood there and watched the two of them embrace.

Shortly afterward, another police officer accompanied by a state social worker drove up to take Juno and her mother away. I raised my hand and waved goodbye to Juno. She did likewise. Watching the car back out of the driveway, I figured I would probably never see them again. I was right. A week later, a moving van would come and empty out their apartment. 

And so I turned around, stepped up onto my front porch, and entered my apartment. Walking into my living room, I could hear the screen door closing slowly and smoothly behind me.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

2D People Inside Linoleum Worlds



(18x - one hit)
Transcribed a few minutes after actual trip.

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How can I explain How can I explain How Can I Explain????????
....All those people from other worlds peeling off my eyeballs??

They were like two-dimensional magnetic sheets containing compressed representations of our everyday world.

I saw the heel from someone’s magnetized foot pulling away from my fucking RETINAS.
Multiple people inside multiple worlds peeling out of my fucking EYES.


There were people actually talking to me as they looked down at my body which was positioned near a floor. Each different person was speaking from a totally different world. These ‘world peelings’ were like some kind of futuristic, magnetized, semi-transparent linoleum being pulled off a ground surface of some kind (directly in front of the outer edges of my eyeballs).

Shit. The people in these other worlds were carbon copies of the people in our everyday world. They kept telling me to stop eFFing with the Matrix. They didn’t actually say, “Don’t eFF with the Matrix.” It was more like they were continuously trying to mute my mental self-awareness.
I could actually hear their normal-sounding voices.
THEY WERE PISSED THAT I WAS ALTERING THEIR REALITY PROGRAM.

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For an hour I sat in my lazy boy chair holding onto my pipe, too nervous to take the hit. I knew that some HEAVYOSITY was coming my way, but I never expected this.

This trip was high tech, but only in the sense that our mundane, everyday world was being replicated right in front of my retinas. These everyday worlds were like 2D sheets of magnetized, semi-transparent linoleum carrying people away as they were being scanned (3 ScansPerSecond) from the outer edges of my eyeballs.

The people in these linoleum sheets were trying to keep my cerebral awareness at a minimum. They were telling me something like, “You’re not supposed to know about this, intruder.”

So there it is -- another day, another hit. Tune in tomorrow -- same bat-shit time, same bat-shit channel.

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EDIT (a few hours later)
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When I was watching those semi-transparent, linoleum floors scanning away, I wasn't in my kitchen staring at the floor. I was in a darkened room with my eyes closed. The visuals weren't caused by my last retinal imprint.

While they were scanning off my eyeballs, I got the very strong impression that if I could lock on to one of those worlds (with a kind of retinal will power), then I would have been able to enter that world. Each of those worlds were incredibly close to our everyday world. Maybe the fact that the hallucinated worlds were so Earth-like could actually help a tripper fit into that Earth-world facsimile. It's possible that the people in these scanning worlds realized my intent to enter their particular world. That might be why they tried to dissuade me from entering. I guess that would really have wrecked the Matrix.

Monday, September 10, 2012

She's Waxing Reality Off My Face


I was reading alone in my livingroom, when suddenly there arose a loud cry coming from my den. Putting down my book, I ran into the room and saw Mr. Swim sitting in the darkness, his hands clutching the armrests of his recliner. Immediately, he arched his head back and shouted,
"She's Waxing Reality Off My Face!"

I raised my arm to turn on the light, but he grabbed my shirt and yelled, "Keep It Dark".
He then said that he could still see the trailing edge of the reality moving away from him. "It's like a woman's wedding gown sliding across the surface of a floor, flowing into the distance like retinal lava," he added.

I asked him what was going on, and he answered that he had just smoked some extract.
"How much did you smoke?" I asked.
"Some plain leaf topped off with 10x," was his reply.
I was worried that he was freaking out, but he said he was calming down because it all seemed so familiar.
"What do you mean, it seems so familiar?"
He was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Whenever I do extract, all my trips start out with the same opening visuals."
I asked, "What do you see?"

He adjusted his chair, leaned back and said, "The opening visual field usually contains some brightly lit building blocks. During this latest trip, the building blocks transformed into carvings of mallard ducks. Except they weren't ducks. They were people, all cloned from the same wooden original. They arranged themselves into the shape of a chair. It's like the back of the chair was made of two vertical mallard people connected together by four horizontal mallard people.
I poked his recliner and said, "And then what happened?"

Mr. Swim continued, "I must have blacked out for a few seconds. When I came to, I saw the backside of a human being flowing towards me. As soon as I recognized the form as a human, it immediately began to deconstruct. The human's back broke up into horizontal bricks, and then rematerialized as the flat surface of an end table. This all happened within a couple of seconds. It's as if the human wanted to cloak himself into the table, to hide within its ubiquity."
I stood there trying to gather this all in. Then I asked him,
"So what did you mean when you yelled, 'She's waxing reality off my face'?"

Mr. Swim lifted up his hand and dragged it across his hairline.
"It's like someone grabbed hold of my scalp and ripped my face off. But it wasn't my face being ripped off. It was reality being ripped off. I no longer identified with my material face. I now identified with the visual membrane flowing away from my face. I had been sucked through my eye holes into a visual world that now contained me and all my identity. Time had seemingly broken in two. I could see my face receeding into its own temporal field; and now I was traveling in time through a different temporal field."

I stood there in the darkness watching him, my mouth ajar.
Mr. Swim continued, "There was something beautiful about this visual membrane. It was half organic, half inorganic. It was completely made out of interconnecting entities, similar to people, all working together to form this living, constantly morphing, hyperdimensional tissue. It was like an alien civilization living in a type of cosmic womb. I knew intuitively that if graphic artists could duplicate what I saw, the world would change overnight. It would be a REVELATION, a REVOLUTION."

Mr. Swim then adjusted his chair back to an upright position.
I asked him if he wanted the light back on, but he replied that he was going to sit there and collect his thoughts. He was considering posting them on the internet.

And so I exited the room and closed the door behind me.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (9-1-12)

Rotating structural gyroscopes inside burningmouth's tripping cerebellum.
Salvia molecules splattered all across the marbled surface of an inter dimensional skull.

More rotating micro-men attaching together now, lining the walls of a frontal lobe -- strings of bluish-grey neurons streaming throughout a cavernous, swollen womb just behind and just above an alien woman’s totally astonished tri-facial mask.

The three-faced woman slowly opens her white Frigidaire. Inside the cool and sparkly chamber are delicious vegetables composed of little green men reading the evening news. She reaches up and crazily spins her laughing-out-loud faces around and around. Coming to a stop, a starving, bird-like face chomps down on the little green men like they were peas in a pod.

The satiated three faced woman then sucks in her gut and squeezes into a two dimensional membrane as the opposite walls of her other-worldly home suddenly compress together. She and her world then become just another molecular ribbon woven into the fabric of Reality.

(big toke of 18x)
The story of the three faced…… WOOOWWWWWWWWWW.
A new world just now lifted up from burningmouth's flat-topped cranium………..

It was another reality lifting up like a waving, two dimensional molecular ribbon as wide as the Sacramento valley. A man from this other world was holding his arm out as if he were a border agent grasping the edge of a parallel world tightly in his hand. When the flag-shaped, two dimensional world/reality lifted up, he sailed away as if he and his bordering arms were imprinted
in a cloth
from a mast
on a salvia ship
destined for another world.

A TOTALLY OTHER PARALLEL WORLD.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (8-30-12)

The following video is a good example of how not to exit an apartment while tripping on salvia.



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HOLY SHIT
OK -- I’ve been trying something new lately -- namely, lighting up in the afternoon. There’s one problem with lighting up in the afternoon...
SOMEONE KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR.

Hell. I just lit up. I was sitting in my chair with ear plugs in my ears. The lights were out. I had just carefully placed the pipe on the floor. The visuals were starting to invade my eyelids. A giant, rotating, cartoon wheel was slicing through my mind, when suddenly I hear….
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK,” at the front door.

And here’s what’s so freaky….
After hearing the knocking, I momentarily got paranoid. Then, after about two seconds, amnesia completely wiped clean the memory of someone at my front door, and I continued on with my salvia hallucination. SHIT. I was completely beyond any type of interaction with the everyday, material world around me. Whoever that was knocking on my front door, sorry, whoever you are. I’M GONE.

And where was I? Shit. Like I said, my conscious mind was totally involved with some Technicolor, cartoon mind-wheel churning through my brain. I was absorbed in these micro realities pressing against the outer edges of my eyeballs. These micro realities were like individual soap operas going on inside my head.

Now here’s what’s really interesting:
These micro soap operas were somehow associated with the biology of my visual cortex. I could see the outer edges of these worlds pressing tightly against some hyper dimensional, concave surface. Each one of these micro soap operas was vying for its precious micro moment in the mind-sun. I could see all those individual soap opera edges peeling or pressing against that hardened, hyper dimensional (edge of the eyeball) surface.

These were all different world scenarios playing out in my hallucination. But they all seemed so real. It’s as if our material world is but one soap opera pressing against that same hyper dimensional surface; one soap opera amongst hundreds, thousands, billions of separate soap operas each playing out, each running its individual course.

Shit. That knocking on the door was totally obliterated by my hallucination.
Damn. I live in an apartment complex. Some maintenance guy could have opened the door and walked into my bedroom.

“Excuse me, sir. We got a call about a broken water pipe in the building.”
“Broken water pipe? Uh, no…no, man. I swear I was just using a regular, wooden pipe. Oh, crap. I just spilled it all over the floor. Damn, that was expensive shit.”
“What are you talking about sir. Are you OK?”
“Yeah…yeah…yeah. Shit… Am I laying flat on my back on the floor? Oh, man. Really, I’m OK. Don’t call the cops. What world are we in? Are you in my world?”
“Sir, do you have an emergency number I can call?”
“No..no…I’m coming out of it. I’m coming out of it. Jesus. I feel like I just disembarked from a gnarly circus ride.” I’m OK now. Everything’s OK”

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(earlier)
I did another hit of 18x. I could feel the salvia wheel in my conscious brain churning like a gear through warm molasses. The rotating salvia wheel is more primordial than our everyday, material world. Our everyday world is secondary.

Human beings such as ourselves are like tiny, robotic ants scurrying around transforming natural resources into material goods. ‘Outside Beings’ are monitoring our situation. HELL -- THEY’RE MONITORING MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW !!!!
(schizophrenic warning light is now flashing)

Anyway, the earth-based salvia divinorum plant is like a flash drive containing salvinorin software. This software allows tripping humans the ability to see OUTSIDE THE ROBOTIC BOX.

Our everyday, material world is the ground floor of a strange and secretive civilization. Salvinorin software contains the pass codes allowing us the ability to glimpse floors ‘2’ and above.

So what is floor number two? How about a rotating swirl containing sideways views of digitized neighborhoods. Out they come, salvia beings leaving their plasma homes and spiraling towards us, engorging themselves with our world's molecular components. Fully realized as human clones, their arms are now outstretched in gestures of goodwill.

Astounded, we stiffen up and pronounce,
“Hello, space clones, what world are you from?”
They immediately answer,
“We’re from salvia space. Didn’t you see our world open up like a giant, two dimensional fractal petal? And here we are, once wound up like algorithmic cork-screws -- now unfurled into three dimensional life. And what a nice world you earth dwellers have here, if you don’t mind us saying so.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Can Salvia Lead People To God?



"Hell no...whhaaatt?"
You're possibly thinking, "Why bring God into the discussion? Why should salvia be contaminated by theological references? Actually, I'm not referring to the Judeo-Christian concept of God. I'm talking more about the idea of God as a behind the scenes energy force. Hear me out.

Recently, I watched some mandelbulb animations. Apparently, mandelbulbs are a very recent phenomenon. While viewing the animations, I was in awe of the stark beauty of the alien landscapes. I noticed that they looked like the visual structures I see during my salvia trips.

However, there is one major difference between the mandelbulb animations and salvia structures. I see nothing anthropomorphic in the mandelbulbs: no people, no familiar objects, no sense of language or intelligent code.

On the other hand, the salvia structure is filled with familiar scenery. For example, I sometimes see what I call 'interconnecting peoploids', humanoid figures that are attached together. These peoploids are constantly morphing and changing as they tunnel into the salvia mindscape. The sense of art work is mind blowing. I can only draw at the level of a six year old. Therefore, who or what is responsible for the complex artistic movements? Could it perhaps be the work of an unseen intelligence or energy force? Am I witnessing a reflection of God in my salvia visuals?

Now, getting back to the mandelbulbs. Wouldn't it be wild, if by increasing the computing power and resolution of the processes which create these bulbs, we actually began to see anthropomorphic beings or a language/code embedded in them. I think it would be wild, and I think it's possible. What a great way for the hidden hand of the Prime Mover to reveal him/her/it self.
Can I get an amen?

I want to elaborate on the afterglow state. When I am in the afterglow, I feel unattached to my surroundings. I am aware, but my awareness is floating free of my ego. It's as if my ego has been washed by a billion soothing salvinorin molecules. But as I sit there, I know that in a few minutes I will start fidgeting. The reintegration back into everday consciousness is inevitable. The salvinorin molecules begin to deactivate, and as they do so, I become more and more aware of my surroundings.

It's like there are a million electrical plugs slowly being plugged back into the wall of EGO. And as they are plugged back in, I begin to remember the dualistic associations like approach/ avoidance and likes/ dislikes. Anyway, salvia is a great tool with which to understand the subtle processes of the mind.

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Holy Fuck
I just did some 10x. It was very fucking strong. I felt like I was at the boundary between life and (death?). I was floating through some sort of medium with many, many crisscrossing (arms/hands?). They were gently caressing me as if letting me know I had a choice between staying there in salvia land or returning here to consensus reality.

I knew this was a big deal as it was happening. My heart was grinding as if it was about to stop beating. If it had stopped beating, I would have been gently taken away by all the crisscrossing arms/hands. They looked like balloon animal arms. They were human/angel arms but they looked like balloon arms.

There was no rotation. There were no wheels. There were beings, but they were there only to help me navigate between the two worlds of life and (death/salvialand).

This experience was totally new. Totally unexpected. It was all about CROSSING OVER. Death seemed like no big deal. The beings were there to help me make the transition.

This trip had a major life and AFTERLIFE quality to it. The beings were part of the afterlife.

Death is not something to be feared. It is simply a crossing over from one realm to the next. Beings are there to help you when the time comes. It is creepily joyful.

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Later....
I just did a hit of plain leaf. It's funny how salvia can immediately give someone a reverence for 'the moment'.

Prior to taking the hit, my relationship with my surrounding reality was the usual ennui, the usual boredom with a touch of angst. After the visual eye candy ceased, I was bathed in the moment, a sacred awareness of the spacious and open world I was embedded in. If only I could have captured this feeling for a much longer duration. Wherever I stood, I would be in direct contact with 'the moment'. The moment that magically shuts away all graspings for secondary things. Just the primary moment.......that is, until the last of the salvinorin molecules slip through the hour glass.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Our Dead End Street is Pressed Against Uncollapsed Worlds



I received a frantic phone call from a friend who lives in my apartment complex. He resides in the basement studio, which is somewhat larger than a shoebox. He calls it his man cave, but it looks more like a bomb shelter. When I arrived, he was sitting on a foam pad in front of his 40 inch TV home entertainment center. All sorts of cords and wires were radiating from the back of his rig onto a surge protector. I walked up to his only window and looked outside. I had to tilt my eyes upward, as my head was almost at ground level. I turned around toward my friend who now seemed more relaxed. He looked up at me and said,
“I might sound crazy, but our dead end street is pressed against uncollapsed worlds.”


My first question was, “Are you stoned? I thought you were off weed.”
He answered, “I smoked some 20x.”
“Salvia?”
“Yeah. One very good hit. Could you get me a Coke from the fridge?”
I walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed a couple of sodas. After handing him one, I sat down on the floor and asked, “What the fuck do you mean, uncollapsed worlds?”
He took a sip of soda and replied, “I’ll get to that, but first I need to start from the beginning.”


A smile then came over his face, and he snuggled his back against the wall. “You know how the feeling hits you sometimes, the feeling that says the time is now right to smoke some salvia? Well, this morning the feeling hit me, and so I emptied some 20x into my bowl. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. My mind was totally open, totally empty. I was a bit nervous so I decided to turn on my Christmas lights.”
The lights were still on, a long line of multicolored LEDs snaking across one wall of the underground studio.


My friend continued. “I was standing by my kitchen counter when I took the hit. After a couple of seconds, I noticed the Christmas lights reflecting off the counter. Each individual light seemed to transform into a little cartoon image. Soon there were dozens of dancing cartoon cells slowly disappearing into my countertop. I looked around and saw that everything was composed of these cartoon cells. They were like tiny bacteria taking over the structure of everything in my apartment. I suddenly realized that I was tripping hard, so I made my way over to my meditation pad. This is where everything started to get weird”


Holding the soda in his hand, he continued the story.
"I sat down and immediately forgot who I was. My body seemed to spread out like paste. It was like I was smeared along the inside of a balloon. I was tranquillized. I couldn’t move any of my muscles. My mind refused to think. All I could do was go along for the ride. It felt like my inner being was the needle inside the groove of a record. Liquid wax was streaming pass me creating a salvia tunnel of animated objects embedded onto its waxy surface. Everything became very, very familiar. This new cartoon groove world was the real world, and my old body-world was a thing of the distant past. The key to the familiarity was the matter-of-factness of salvia reality. Of course it was the real world. Its realness was so strong that there was no reason to place its strangeness into my brain’s memory bank. Every now and then I would get glimpses of realities spinning past me in alternate grooves. People were exiting the grooves of adjacent salvia worlds and streaming into my mind. They had been living in their own neighborhoods -- groove neighborhoods -- uncollapsed worlds -- potential worlds erupting into and out of my mind.”


My friend wiped beads of sweat off his forehead before reaching for the TV remote. He looked apprehensively at me and asked, “You don’t think I'm crazy, do you?”
While pondering a reply to his question, I began to hear music coming from his TV. It was from a Looney Tunes cartoon. I walked over to the window and stared out at our neighbors participating in their morning rituals. As I watched a man patiently wait for his crouching dog to take a shit, I said softly, “I wonder if our neighborhood is the real Looney Tunes animation playing out.” I turned my head in the direction of my friend to see his response, but he hadn’t heard me. He was too involved with the pictures flickering on his wide-screen.


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Years ago, humans believed that the world was flat, that the earth was the center of the universe. Since then, we have discovered that the universe is composed of billions of galaxies each with billions of stars. Reality seems to be getting more and more strange. Are we at the end of this strangeness? Currently, the popular belief is that there is only one human existence operating in space/time. Salvia users report seeing other worlds containing other beings. Do these beings have any objective existence, or are they merely processing out of our individual minds, like dreams?

I believe that these salvia worlds might be alternative universes collapsing and uncollapsing all around us. Maybe our universe isn’t the only universe. Maybe your individual neighborhood is actually pressed against potential, alternate, human containing neighborhoods that flicker on and off throughout the quantum universe.
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Saturday, August 4, 2012

A Lady Wearing Dainty White Gloves



She's attractive. I wonder how her life evolved after that trip? I can see her hanging out in some coffee shop conversing with Jack Kerouac. "I wish I could talk in technicolor", she would tell Jack. Kerouac would answer, "I wish I could type in technicolor."

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Rabbit dives headfirst down the rabbit hole.
Pokes his head out, looks at you and says..........

"Do you guys experience visuals that enMESH with your tripping mind, creating a structure made out of interconnecting, solid, metallic pieces that, while always entwined, move up and down and all around creating forms while still maintaining their interconnectedness? And do you FEEL this structure as it becomes you? And is it HEAVY like a visual carpet made of parallel bicycle chains? Weighty? Settling down like a twisting, rolling montrously half alive half machine THING moving and churning and creating objects out of itself?"

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-A long line of tiny black cats were running in place as their furry bodies curved up a tea cup being lifted up by a lady wearing dainty white gloves.

“What’s going on?” the lady said politely, looking at her legs that seemed to go on for miles.
“Did you put something in my tea?” she asked, somewhat hesitantly.
“Who are you speaking to?” another lady enquired.
“I really don’t know. Who am I?”
“You’re you, dear.“ the other lady replied.

The lady with the white gloves dropped her teacup, and she watched it descend in slow motion, eventually smashing into the yellow tiled dining room floor. Instead of fragments of the cup’s fine china careening outwardly, the lady with the white gloves saw tiny, shiny hummingbirds radiating from the point of impact.

“Oh my,” the lady with the white gloves gasped. “I don’t think I’m quite right at all. What in heaven’s name did you put in that tea?”
The other lady answered, “Oh, you must mean the crystals of pure salvinorin that I told you to place under your tongue. Did you get an effect?”

“WWWHHHOOOAAA”

The lady with the white gloves began twisting to her right, her body slicing away into anotheREALITY. Her outstretched hand pressed against a transparent membrane embedded with dozens of tiny black mice.
“Wow, woW, wow, wOw ,woW. I really need to get home."
“You have a new home,” the other lady said. You’re with us now. You can’t go back.”

The lady with the white gloves placed her fingers inside her mouth.
“PATOOUUY,” she spit, running as fast as she could out the front door of the other lady’s house.

The other lady walked over and looked out her window. “I forgot to get her name,” she said softly to herself, as she placed the vial of pure salvinorin back into its secret place.


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-Dioxippus, here's a bus ride that will take us to nowhereland:

LOOK
Ken Kesey is driving the bus – straight out of the Oregon State Hospital in Salem, OR.
Outside it's a cold 42 degrees Fahrenheit. There's a cloudy wind blowing. Red and purple leaves rustle along the side of the road which leads to the pacific coast.

Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady are also on the bus. A lot of craziness is being generated. Craziness that begins to merge with the bus' rusty suspension. Crazy sounds and crazy beats and a crazy rhythm snake their way upward like a vibrating, slithering Rock n' Roll Cobra.

“There's a signpost up ahead,” says the grimacing, unibrow guy dressed in black and white, scrolling vertically.
Smoking a ciga.... NO! Smoking Salvia!

“WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS HAPPENING???”

Ken Kesey's face smashes through the tripping bus' front windshield. But his face just keeps on going, joining up with other faces, other authors, other voices, all staring outwardly, all rotating around a central mass, all connected along the outer rim of a giant, semi-organic wheel: dozens – hundreds – thousands of vacant, silent faces staring outwardly -- watching, guarding, rotating.

“THIS GUY IS FUCKED UP!!!” says the paramedic, as he rolls Ken Kesey's body over.

Kesey opens his left eye and looks around. The paramedic is stretched out like a kaleidoscopic butterfly. His flattened body is pressed against the earth like a biological peeling of some kind. Kesey then realizes the entirety of everything is likewise pressed into the topography of the landscape surrounding him.

The flattened paramedic looks down at Kesey's face and whispers, “Hey buddy. You're doing fine. You're going to be all right.”
Kesey, his heart racing, asks, “Who are you?”
The flattened paramedic answers, “I'm your salvia benefactor. I watch over you.”
“What?” says Kesey.
The flattened paramedic continues, “Look. We don't have much time. I just exited the year 2017. Some heavy shit is going down in 2017. An extremely advanced alien culture from a parallel dimension is invading the Earth. They're taking over all of the Earth's major institutions. They're inhabiting the bodies of just about everyone working for the TV networks, especially the news media. The announcers, the reporters, the stories themselves are being secretly manipulated, even faked, by an alien force. People gazing at their TVs aren't aware that the reporters are nothing more than
FLICKERING POD PEOPLE WITH PHONY AFFECTS."
Kesey raises his head and inquires with a quizzical look, “Flickering pod people with phony affects?”

“Sshhhhhhh, says the kaleidoscopic voice!! I have to go now. The paramedic is reappearing. Good Bye, and please....
GET THIS OUT TO THE PUBLIC!! POST IT!!"
“Post it?”

And believe it or not, Ken Kesey eventually does just that -- in a prankster kind of way.
...emphasis on 'or not'.
But it's still all true
in SALVIASPACE. :)

Friday, July 27, 2012

Salvia X Files: "The Matrix Uncovered"



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FrenchMachine clued me in on a couple of trip reports involving wheels and doppelgangers. Especially vivid is FunkMasterShroom's report. It opens up a world only salvianauts have ever experienced. I can't think of anyone with the same level of Frenchy's exploratory zeal. Also, he is the first person I know of who posted about wheels/gears being tended by salvia beings.

Here is a snippet from one of his old posts:

"So now I'm staring THROUGH my room which is now completely flat & see through…and on the other side of this I see the same fucking thing that I have been seeing for quite some time now. I SEE ROWS OF THESE TURNING/ROTATING GEARS/WHEELS AND A BUNCH OF THE SAME EXACT BEINGS/PEOPLE DOING SOMETHING. I cant tell if these Beings/People are operating the wheels & making them turn or if they are watching over them, but whatever it is they are definitely doing something. It’s like they are doing some kind of work. I cannot stress enough that these Beings/People are exactly the same every time I see them".


Wheels are a common theme in salvia induced visuals. The wheel phenomenon is probably why many users of salvia describe a “carnivalesque” type of sensation. I have also experienced the wheel visual. While tripping I often found my hyper-spacial self being rapidly whisked around and around. It felt like being inside a tornado, inside a hurricane – a hallucinogenic, rotating, circular behemoth containing linear spokes composed of CADlike humanoids (as if created with a computer aided design program). I still don't understand the reason for the appearance of the humanoids -- molded together like paper dolls.

The following two trip reports give compelling suggestions as to what might be occurring in an individual human being's existential life. The similar scenarios shine a fascinating and bizarre light on these structurally engineered, hyper dimensional wheels.

Both reports also mention being “squished”. I have experienced on many occasions my fleshly existence being forcefully flattened down into a topographical sense of awareness locked in between a system of layer-worlds.

Here is the first trip report from Anonymous that FM linked.
(with some grammar corrections)

(from salvia-trip.net)
"I loaded the bong full of this salvia, took as big of a rip i could...held it for as long as i could...and then it set in. 

It was at the time, I felt like i was in a different world of the living. It was controlled by a man, this man was the god of this world. It had nothing but a lot of these rotating circles. The world was white, no colors in the distance, just white. I noticed that if I looked closer at these rotating circles, they had people attached covering the edges to roll on these people as if there was a human stamp/wheel. There were 10...so that meant there were 10 people on these rotating circles. I looked closer, and it was 10 separate people identical to me. It felt like I was being squished, and almost like the edging or outline of my body, was being ripped off, and regrown as if it was being duplicated. Sure enough I was a whole army of me, being duplicated out of these 10 me as a first person view this time (it was third person up until now) and needless to say, I felt like I was stuck here, like a white oblivion created by this "god or ruler" of this world. I asked "what are you doing? Who are you?" No response...by this time, i was coming down off the trip..but I was still seeing a lot of craziness. It was starting to speed up, but then started to be a flip picture book of this white oblivion, and I heard the guy say "This is my world, how did you get here...You're not meant to be here!" and I was on the sidewalk, laying down.

My friends were looking at me like I was crazy. I asked them "What the hell guys....what the fuck just happened?" They all told me I was in the car, then outside of the car, and started to yell "WHAT THE FUCK!" at the top of my lungs, even to the point of where spit was flying from my mouth. They also said my face turned bright red. Right after that, I was sitting in the car. We drove around to get some a/c. I was truly robbed of my peace of mind. But if that wasn't enough, I hit some more salvia an hour after this. I hit it twice, and nothing happened...no new world...I just kept thinking about my previous trip, the sounds I heard, the feelings, and the thoughts I had, what was happening in this new found place? What was the guy doing? Who was he. Nothing from this experience could be explained. I still want answers. So before you think of trying salvia, you might want to reconsider it, because I know I was far from mentally prepared for this…"
--salvia-trip.net

Interesting so far? Now here’s FunkMasterShroom's report.

(snip) with paragraph breaks and some grammar corrections
(from shroomery.org)

FunkMasterShroom:
“Now, I placed what I thought was a small amount of 20x extract into my bong, mixed with a little bit of a JWH018 smoking blend, and ripped one fat hall off it, to do a small tester dose. 

Next thing I know, I'm blasted into full salvia land. But it was lagged, like I would progress through the experience, but be lagging behind somehow, then suddenly catch up; and I/it would lag again, and catch up, and so on.
But by contrast, it seemed to be fluid at the same time. Very strange, and difficult to explain.

Now, as I feel the familiar taste, and smell, and sensations of pressure, and stretching through my body, the reality around seemed to freeze. This reality and I were almost as if between reality. 
To the left of me near the door of my apartment, (I was on the living room couch), suddenly a Zipper unfolds.. Literally, a zipper in the fabric of this reality. And out through this zipper stepped two of my best friends, Shae25 here on the shroomery, and his gf, though I somehow knew it wasn’t really them. It was other beings, and they were using these forms at the moment. For my ease/familiarity, or what, idono? They both walked up to me with large grins on their faces, but a strange almost regretful look in their eyes. During this the lag-catch-up process was still happening, I believe this was due to the DXM.

Anyway, I had the most terrible feeling that something was wrong (as I often do with Salvia, not to mention a painful sensation horizontally through my face, and my waist), and A(shae's gf) started to speak to me. Saying something along the lines of "Oh, look, you smoked salvia again, we didn't expect you to do this. Don't you remember what happens? Now we have to go through all this again."

As she said this, I couldn’t find myself able to speak, but somehow I was communicating with them telepathically. And they convinced me somehow that I had to leave now. I didn't understand what that meant, but suddenly they showed me all the different frames of myself in the now moment. I could see all the different moments of me stretching off behind into the past, and way off in front of me into the future. I was looking at it from a 3rd/part perspective, and there I was sitting on the couch, with all these other moments of me going off through the walls into the past and future(what I'd consider to be depth-perception of the 4th dimension) . As I was observing this, I focused in on the person 3 moments behind where I was when I just entered this Salvia realm, and A suddenly told me that they would switch the present me, with the 3rd me 3 moments earlier. 

I didn’t quite grasp what all this meant at the time, but suddenly I was back in 1st/person perspective. Shae/A turned to their right, and this giant turning wheel/cog came up out of reality into my living room. It was covered in bodies; my bodies, all wearing different outfits, a huge collection of me's piled together into this gigantic wheel. Shae/A(the beings) looked at the wheel and it rolled (like the giant wheel on the price is right), and they scanned through the bodies a bit, before stopping, and then levitated one of the me's from the wheel down next to me. At this point I was feeling my body a lot more, and It felt like my legs were stuck inside the floor/couch. I couldn’t move my lower half, and could barely move my arms, but I could look around easily enough. I felt trapped though, and it was painfully so. 

As they summoned this other me next to me, he was in a catatonic like state, but was standing, and gently came out of it. He looked at me, and smiled and said Hi, and I looked back to Shae/A and they kinda smiled and shrugged. There was a very carnival-esc feeling, but with a nightmarish undertone. Big grins and smiling faces, but dark and menacing feelings in my gut/intuition.. 

I then began to shift to my left, and slide over towards the wheel. I suddenly got even more scared, because I wasn’t ready to leave, I didn’t even know what was going to happen. They kind of said goodbye, and just plainly watched me shift over (my legs still paralyzed feeling, I was trying to get up and stop myself) with smiles on their faces, that weird regretful look in their eyes (except the other me, I looked kinda confused, and waved at me.) Just before I was about to go into the bottom of the giant body wheel, I managed to lift my arms up, and actually open my mouth to speak. It felt as though I was sinking into a catatonic like state, like what the other me was in before he came off the wheel. 

I asked out loud "What's going to happen to me!?" with and intense feeling of fear and regret for putting myself into this position (I had totally forgotten I had smoked saliva, and this all seemed vividly real, if not at all normal.)
I was sort of shifted into and under the wheel, like on a conveyor belt, and as I went under it all went black. Light appeared again, and I was in a small and yet giant square room, with other bodies of me packed onto the walls, and ceiling. There was one of me hanging from the ceiling from his waste as well, smiling down at me, with a look of "You-know-what’s-coming."

In the background outside this room, i could hear huge crashing noises, that were getting closer and closer, and it suddenly dawned on me, that I was in a crushing room: rooms where people go to be squished into liquid. I looked to either side of me down this room, and the walls were doing the horror-movie-hall-stretch thing, and I knew they were about to close in on me any moment. I looked up at the ceiling me, and said something like "Oh so this is what happens, you die(or something.. whatever just happened to me, like I said, i forgot i smoked salvia) and the 'higher' dimensional beings just squish you into nothingness.. Wonderful." 

I was filled with horror, fear, and then a wave of acceptance came over me, because I knew I was stuck, and there was no way out. I said goodbye to all my loved ones, and waited, watching suddenly as the walls started rushing towards me. 

Just as the walls closed in, all went black, and after a moment I was standing in my living room again. I WAS NOW THE OTHER ME THAT THEY PICKED OUT!... I could barely believe it. I was this new(old from the past) me, and had the memory of the last me just being squished and all that. It was dramatically flabbergasting. Shae/A then told me that I had to try and fit back into the right spot, before I did the trip. I then suddenly saw the 4D expression of all the other me's stretching out into the past and future, and I felt myself (remember noclipping from FPS?) go through the wall behind my couch, and try to hover/fly into the exact spot so I could return to reality. 

Now this is where it got really painful, as I was starting to come back to this reality, but was somehow unable to fit right into the proper frame/position. It was exceedingly painful throughout my entire body, but particular in my lower back and my lower face; again like a horizontal line of pain in both places.

Finally I strained and pushed, and made my way into the right spot, and the time freeze left, and I looked around and noticed I didn’t even see Shae/A leave. But they were gone, and the zipper opening was gone as well.
Due to the DXM I kept having the lag effect, where I would fall back into the whole experience over and over and stay stuck in it for a few moments, before snapping back out. This was very much like vividly reliving a memory. It was strange, and I was remembering that I had just smoked salvia, and it made me feel like I couldn’t quite get myself back to normal.. Again the DXM- which I also just remembered I was on.”---
FunkMasterShroom

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^^Pretty intense salvia trip. No wonder some people freak out while smoking salvia.

Salvia has given us a rare glimpse at a mechanical system within hyperspace that is somehow constantly replicating different versions of humans tripping on salvia (to be selectively sent back to the material world). Doppelgangers are all q'ed up as if on an assembly line. These two reports (like others I have read) give us a sense of the panic that trippers feel while struggling to find their true place in the doppelganger sequence chain. Who knows if we are the same person we were before the trip began? Perhaps we die and are born again and again and again.

Also, this fits in nicely with the ‘simulation’ hypothesis. Perhaps people tripping on salvia are able to scope-out the Matrix; and by scoping-out the Matrix, they inevitably meet up with the operator/operators of the simulation/Matrix.

These are just two reports. You could probably find twenty more similar reports on the internet.

For an alternative explanation of the doppelgangers, Google "redgreenvines frame stacking".

Later, salvia brothers and sisters.