18x -- one hit
What wazzzzz Thhhhattttttt shhhiitttttt???????
We live in an atomic world. Another world just lifted off this world like a blanket. The world that just lifted off was the salvia world. The elemental components of salvia reality are composed of electromagnetized, organic energy. Atomic elemental components are a secondary composition of reality. In other words: our material world's atomic elementals are a facade.
My heart was at the breaking point. Wow. I’m sorry to have to bring up the heart again. I waited five whole hours after eating before lighting up. Holy Shit. I underestimated the power of 18x.
The salvia world had my heart in its grip. It was close to squeezing the life out of me. This was a true near death experience. This was my heart being squeezed the fuck out.
What the hell was that shit. There was another world right on top of this world. The other world was pressed across this world like a curved, stretched out, three dimensional organic balloon. Holy shit.
There were people just like earth people alive in that other world. They were somewhat displeased with my nosing around. They knew all about the existence of multiworlds, and they weren’t too pleased that I was screwing around with the ‘expanded situation‘. By ‘expanded situation’ I mean the knowledge of more than one world co-existing in the multiverse.
The multiverse is located right here, right next to us. We are molded together like massively compressed, two-dimensional, electro-organic, curved film. Our separate worlds are compressed together like onion rings encased in electro-biological jelly.
There's an entire other world containing earth-humans. I remember people in the other world located right next to my body. It seemed like one of them had his hand around my heart ready to squeeze it like a tomato.
There’s something ontological going on with me always seeing little men all lined up. I keep seeing this visual of little men pressed against the lining of a salvia world right before it peels into/out of a succeeding/preceeding world.
Wow. I only inhaled a cautionary amount of smoke from that 18x. I wanted to take it easy, to just get my feet wet, so to speak. But right after holding in the smoke, I knew this was something powerful. I could feel it in my chest area. It felt like my whole chest was turning into cement. My heart felt like it was in a tug-of-war between two realities.
Shit. I saw many things that I’ve seen before: especially the visual of experiencing one world tightly pressed against another world right in front of my retinas. It felt like the salvia world was either peeling into or peeling right off my eFFing eyeballs.
OK. I’m pretty much down now. This was a very powerful hit of extract, even though I barely took a puff. The main thing I’m pulling out of this trip is the familiar realization of other ‘functioning’ worlds right next to our world. By ‘functioning’ I mean worlds ‘in progress’ in the same way that our material world is in progress. The people in this other world were ‘displeased’ with my presence there. They weren’t pissed off, they were just ‘bothered’, like:
“Here we go again. Another human just smoked some salvia and spotted our reality.”
Wow. If the lazy bastards in Hollywood knew of the power of experiencing other worlds adjacent to our world, they would have a massive, synchronized SHIT.
What? It’s only the beginning of March? I still have ten more months of tripping left to do. I’ll never make it. This Is Going To Kill Me.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Somewhere on this planet, Tripper Joe sits down to smoke a bowl of extract.
“OK, Purple Sticky,” Joe mutters to himself. “Show me the way.”
He draws in the smoke and slowly leans back in his chair. In just a matter of seconds, Joe realizes that the salvia is coming on strong. He watches as green entities splatter all around his peripheral vision. The green entities begin rotating and smearing out. Facial profiles start sprouting all along the edges of his bedroom's greenery grout.
“What the fuck?” gasps Tripper Joe. Anxiously, Joe presses his lower body into the chair, squirming, hoping that his butt-crack could clench the chair underneath him with enough force so that his body/mind wouldn't blast away into the eFFing Unknown.
Several forgotten seconds elapse and Tripper Joe is now dug deep into his seat. His arms flail around in front of his face, hoping to diminish the intensity of the visuals. His virtual retinas are in overdrive. He’s seeing it all in high resolution.
Now approaching him at a high rate of speed is the technicolor visual of a suburban house.
Joe’s body impales at right angles into a rapidly morphing, red-brick wall. Detaching from each other, the red bricks begin to individualize before spreading out into a vast, gently curving membrane.
Like a spanning umbrella, the translucent shell is now made entirely of pinkANDred plastic schoolgirls: all interlocking, all holding hands, all wearing identical checkered dresses.
Directly above the girls is a shell of male protectors: their arms now moving in unison. Grasping identical greenANDblue bLaster guns, the masculine multitudes aim their weapons at an unseen enemy.
"Cyclops, the Unseen Enemy!" he calls Himself, as his hidden Cyclops eye fires silverANDblack bolts of hot electricity towards the plastic schoolgirls. The bolts don't reach their intended targets, however, because the shell of male protectors use their bLaster guns to deflect the incoming fire. And on and on it goes, scene after scene, shell after shell, mere artistic demarcations between separate worlds -- individually composed, parallel worlds reaching into infinity.
Tripper Joe is now half-in and half-out of the chair; and there’s a small, glimmering spot of drool on his cheek. He mutters some unintelligible vocals into the darkness as the visuals draw deeper into his begging-bowl shaped retinas.
Red-brick beings are now clawing at Tripper Joe’s skin. They’re rotating around his body and saying things like:
“Why did you come here?”
“You’re not ready yet.”
“Go back to your world before it‘s too late.”
“..before it’s too late.”
“..it’s too late.”
“..too late, because now we have to offload your cerebral neurotransmitters.”
That’s what the beings audible-ize, and Tripper Joe hears it in his head.
But now Joe is gratefully coming down. Opening his eyes, he watches the red-brick beings wave goodbye like automaton, airline stewards. Quickly, they retreat into the gelatinous background of hyper-dimensional space.
A few moments later, Tripper Joe slowly rises from his chair. Giving the package of salvia a quizzical look, he wonders aloud,
“Cyclops, the Unseen Enemy??!"
Saturday, March 10, 2012
The two agents stood silently over the patient's hospital bed. Let's name one of the men, 'G agent' and the other man, 'C agent'.
C agent looked down at the patient's face and asked,
"Who is this guy?"
G agent stopped writing in his note pad and answered,
"He's known as a stream entrant. Apparantly, there's a small community of drug users who go around calling themselves stream entrants. They claim to have been given instructions from the hallucinogenic plant, salvia divinorum.
G agent then glanced over at the other agent. "You've heard of salvia, right? You've seen the videos?"
C agent responded stiffly, "Yeah, I'm familiar with salvia."
G agent continued, "These stream entrants report seeing alternative realities and beings from other dimensions."
A smirk formed across C agent's mouth. "So what?" he laughed, "That sounds like normal druggy talk to me."
G agent placed the note pad in his shirt pocket. He then said,
"One of our informants heard about this guy writing letters to 'The New York Times' and 'The Washington Post' claiming that an alien race of interconnecting entities was getting ready to radically change the world. At first we tossed this in our fringe file, but about a month after the letters, we began to receive field reports from various nuclear silos. Maintenance crews were encountering small elf-like entities. They were connected together, like chains, throughout all the facilities. They seemed to congregate in areas where floors connected to walls, or where walls intersected with ceilings.
Wherever there was linearity, there were entities. It wasn't long before they were even found in the linear boundaries within the warheads themselves. Almost immediately, technicians began to notice that all the fusion material had been changed to crystallized silicon. Dozens of warheads were neutralized. We even started to get reports of the same thing happening in Russia, France and Israel."
The patient looked up from his hospital bed and watched the two characters conversing above him. He knew that whatever was dripping into his intravenous tube was causing major havoc with his brain's ability to function correctly. The characters' heads looked more like pixilated rocks than human heads; and there seemed to be a momentary delay between whatever they were saying and the movements of their mouths. The patient then tried to wiggle his toes, but he couldn't feel anything from his waist down.
C agent wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked,
"So how did this guy end up in the ICU? Did he have a heart attack?"
G agent looked over at the machine monitoring the patient's vitals. Then he said,
"After we learned about the nukes, we picked him up for an investigative interview. Well, during the interview, the dope decided to make a run for it, so one of our guys shot him. He was shooting for the legs, but the aim was off. Anyway, the perp was too much of a risk, and we weren't going to allow him to disappear back into the community."
While the two rock faces were still speaking their gibberish, the patient watched with fascination as little entities started to position themselves along the frame of the door leading into the hospital room from the hallway. The entities began to attach together, and they formed a ribbon leading from the door to the boundary between the walls and the ceiling. Soon, there were ribbons of entities all across the ceiling. The patient then adjusted his head slightly and saw, reflected in a window, the floor where the agents were standing. He watched as the entities crept along the floor toward the agents' shoes. It wasn't long before the connecting entities were streaming up the agents' pants legs.
The patient then slipped into unconsciousness and was unaware of the horrified screams that were soon to echo loudly throughout the hospital floor...........
Saturday, March 3, 2012
"I said, Excuse Me."
I turned around and suddenly found myself standing in front of an amusement park. Some bloke was trying to get my attention.
"So, do you want a ticket then?"
I looked at the gentleman standing by the entrance way. Wearing a black leather cap with silver stitching, he leaned against a tall wooden box onto which was the painted face of a laughing little boy. In the gentleman's hand was a salvia ticket.
"What kind of rides do you have?" I asked.
"What kind a' rides? Look around will ya'"
I scanned the nearby area. While I didn't immediately see any rides, I did notice a column of shape shifting lego humanoids standing next to a row of green and yellow tents.
'I don't have any money." I exclaimed.
"That's alright. You won't be needing any of yer money here. Take the ticket and enjoy ya'self."
I grabbed the ticket and placed it in my pocket. Walking ahead, I began to hear the sounds of mechanical rides. It even seemed as if I could feel the rotation of the rides inside my brain.
I stopped walking, and while passively standing there, I watched a ride suddenly materialize in front of my eyes. It quickly transformed into a shiny, red merry-go-round. Beautiful, proud wooden horses stood erect waiting for me to hop on. I couldn't decide on which horse to ride, that is, until a white stallion literally caught my eye. It was staring at me.
I hopped on, and before the next beat of my heart, we began to move. The white stallion began to rock up and down, faster and faster. I held on for dear life. Everything quickly became a moving blur. I looked down and watched nervously as the white stallion slowly became transparent. I saw that it was composed of a framework of miniature white stallions, each galloping in unison.
Now the entire merry-go-round began to pivot on its axis. Instead of moving parallel to the ground, the merry-go-round started to rotate vertically. My white horse was headed directly toward the hard pavement. Before I could close my eyes, I watched the merry-go-round dissolve into the ground. Instantly, I was now on the other side of reality. I quickly looked around. I could see a ring of boys and girls laughing and clapping their hands. They all looked like Indian children that I once saw in a National Geographic magazine. They seemed to be watching me and my ride as it rotated through their world. My horse then reared its head, and we broke back through to the other side, this side, the amusement park side.
Again and again this happened. I was getting dizzy, but soon the merry-go-round began to slow down. After it came to a complete stop, I pulled myself off the white stallion.
Dazed, I began walking back to the park's entrance gate. Wearing a smile on his face, the gentleman in the black cap was waiting for me. He asked if I enjoyed myself. I answered that I had a great time, but I needed to ask a question.
"Ask it then."
"How come there isn't anyone else here in the park?"
The gentleman ran his fingertips across the whiskers on his chin and said, "Not all salvia trips are the same. Your personal experience was of a carnival ride. Some people don't even see visuals, but their experiences are, none-the-less, very profound. Be gone with ya, and come back any time."
I said goodbye, turned away, and headed towards my everyday life. After a few steps, I looked back, but the gentleman and the amusement park were gone. That was OK, though, because I knew that I would always be welcome there, in the amusement park of my mind.