The following video is a good example of how not to exit an apartment while tripping on salvia.
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”
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
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.
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.
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
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.”
“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.
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.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
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."
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?"
-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?”
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.
-Dioxippus, here's a bus ride that will take us to nowhereland:
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!!"
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. :)