Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (6-6-12)

10x -- 1 hit

OK…….Well, Ha Ha.
It only took me fore-fucking-ever to get hold of my netbook. Jeez, I just stood there in the dark holding it in my hand. I was afraid I was going to keel over and crash into my TV set.

Shit. I knew this was gonna be an intense trip from the get go. I was out in a matter of seconds. I’m sure the first few moments of my visuals were incredible. Too bad it’s all forgotten.

I remember that my heart was pounding. It wasn’t speeding up. It was slowing down.

Pah fump--Pah fumppp---Pah fumppppp.

I began to consider my afterlife. I was looking at my afterlife. My heart was breaking. The whole long daisy chain of heartbeats was coming to an end after all these many years.

Pah fumpppppppp------Pah fumppppppppppppppppppp.

I could see these black spider men all connected together inside my darkened field of vision. These black spider men were all hunched over, all intertwined, all connected together, ALL WAITING FOR MY FUCKING HEART TO STOP. They were waiting for me to die, to pass over into the afterlife.

Damn. As much as I would like to connect this experience with previous experiences, I can’t.

Shit. I’ll have to rack this one up as another one of those near death experiences. Those damn black spider men were waiting to carry me away. Wow. I wonder what it will be like when I finally do die. Will there be black spider men waiting for me? And what about everyone who actually does die? Do they have weird hallucinations while they’re in the process of dying? Questions, questions, questions.


Man. This was only 10x. What would happen if I did 25x or 30x or 40x? Holy Moley.

I wish I could remember those first thirty seconds. There were probably people and voices entering and exiting folds in the fabric of salvia space, but I haven’t a clue about any of it.
Oh well………………
(don’t try this at home, kids--leave it to us pseudo professionals)

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Seeing a parallel, salviaesque reality in 2012 is like possessing an iphone in 1957.
You want to run around town showing it off to everyone.

"Hey ma, hey pa, look at this thing. It takes pictures and little movies. There's a chicken being catapulted by a slingshot."
"A chicken being catapulted by a slingshot?"
"Yeah, ma."
"Stop your silliness. Did you bring in the milk bottles?"
"Yeah, ma. But what about this shiny wafer?"
"Enough with the shiny wafer. Go down to the butcher and bring back some ground beef, and don't dilly dally?"
"Yeah, ma. Gee whizz. Doesn't anybody care about my shiny wafer??"
"Listen to your mother, son. Remember what the Rabbi said, 'I think, therefore I'm a gfilterfish'."
"Who cares about gfilterfish, pa? We're talking about a frikkin radical new technology."
"Watch your language. Nobody's interested in your shiny wafer. I'm not interested. Your mother isn't interested. Find a girlfriend for Pete's sake. I wish you were more like your successful, older brother."

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