Friday, May 25, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia 5-25-12

(previously on b's blog)
18x -- 1 hit

Holy Shit-Box.
Wow. I was sitting in the dark -- building up the courage to flick my Bic.
Flick, ssssst, orange embers………
The next thing I know there’s some shadow man walking up to my body and lightly touching my shoulder as he moved along.

Damn. I remember being deep in the visual. I saw curved, greenish, shiny, cartoon humanoids slipping around intradimensionally. The visual suddenly transformed into squirming squids -- Japanese paper squids made of those same circular, enclosed, 2D greenish cartoon men -- now morphing into carnivalesque, humanoid dragon tails, propelling in place with rapidly slithering, metallic, lateral motion.

Shit. And then my field of vision was rotated on its side, my perspective now on the floor looking up. The topography of my mind contained furniture of a darkened room. I was looking up from the floor and a tall, black shadow man walked right by my body. I got the vibe that he was smiling, the way a human would smile down at an adorable puppy.

So there it is; another good salvia trip. I should immediately light up again in the hopes of seeing more shadow people; but I’m going to eat some food and watch TV. I don’t believe in pushing it. There’s always tomorrow night.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Space Trip

I just did a strong hit of salvia extract. I’m all up in my head now, like some guy sitting in a wooden hut alone in the jungle. Outside in the darkness are black-lit sets of eyes trying to stare me down. My legs are crossed, and I'm spinning around. The visuals are starting to imprint onto the surface of my retinas, moving across my eyelids, one after another. Faster and faster, the ground underneath my body starts to whisk me away. I see different versions of myself sliding away into the cosmic distance. Hundreds of timestamps of my existential identity careen off like slivers of twisted metal cut by some crazy-ass meat cutter.

A weird monstrosity is approaching me as the salvinorin invades my brain. Engulfed in darkness, I watch it approach my eyelids from afar. It resembles some type of underwater rotating shipwreck. Light shimmers off its turning surface revealing neon colored, coral-like appendages swaying in my liquid, subconscious mind.

I watch this thing rotate, and as it does, it picks me up and carries me along its subsurface wake. The shipwreck is shaped like a giant wheel with spokes or connecting rods radiating outwardly from a central hub. The coral coated spokes are composed of replicating peoploids, or rather, humanoids attached together from hand to foot. The entire wheel is alive with these peoploids, and they constantly transform and shape shift along the outer surface of the wheel as it rotates through subliminal hyperspace.

While the outer rim cuts a curved path through trans-dimensional space, I suddenly feel myself being squeezed horizontally. My visual field is compressing as I lay flat on my back. It feels like a thousand ton, subsurface ship pressing down on me. My breaths are becoming shallower. My body is turning into a tightly packed, extremely gravitational, layering of parallel worlds: ...and I can't escape.

Several long seconds pass.
There's less and less rotation.
The gravitational force recedes.

Now I can sense the subconscious wheel gently let go of me. I start to fall away from the circular shipwreck, and the surface of everyday reality approaches me from above. Landing upside down back into my own world, I open my eyes and take control of my awaiting body.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Snapshots From a Salvia Experience

Salvi landed atop the spongy surface of a green jungle canopy. The ground underneath felt unusually springy. Salvi was sure that if he pressed hard enough, he could poke through the web-like membrane. Looking down, he gasped in disbelief after realizing that the material under his feet was actually a matrix of interlocking green monkeys. Their smiling eyes looked up at Salvi's shocked face.

Salvi quickly turned his head and looked around. Everything in the entire jungle was composed of monkeys. The tall trees were made of monkeys. Even the leaves were constructed out of tiny, interlocking, green monkeys.

Cautiously, Salvi decided to start walking, and he came upon a large clearing where he saw rows and rows of geodesic domes. He approached one of the domes and was astonished to discover that the dome was totally composed of purple monkeys -- their arms and legs outstretched along the surface of the dome, connecting together in a perfect geometric design.

As Salvi moved from one dome to the next, he watched as each monkey craned its head in order to remain in direct eye contact with him. It's as if they all wanted Salvi to know that they were aware of his presence, and that everything would continue to be peacefully familiar and secure. After a while, the life in the monkeys' eyes began to dim away, and the geodesic domes slowly collapsed to the ground.

Realizing that the molecules of salvinorin alpha were no longer passing through him, Salvi jumped up, stretched forth his arms, and tunneled into the period at the end of this sentence.