burningmouth's salvia stories

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 19)

2012-02-01T08:13:00.000-08:00

10x--one hit

Holy Shit ha ha ha ..
I’m BaaaaaAAACCCCKKKKKKK.
burningmouth is back… Shit. I can already feel it trailing away…..

Wow…….it’s gone……it was right fucking there.
Now I really know why some of you out there enjoy my fucking posts. It’s because I have the ability to verbalize the temporal/cartoon passageway between this fucking ‘everyday’ world and that other, hyper-dimensional world on the other side of the passageway.

There are versions of you currently reading this who are enveloped ALONGSIDE THE SALVIA PASSAGEWAY LEADING INTO THAT OTHER FUCKING WORLD. THOSE OF YOU READING THIS ARE JUST ONE VERSION OF YOU. THE OTHER VERSIONS ARE ALL FRACTALLING BACKWARD THROUGH SPACE/TIME INTO SALVIA REALITY.

(caps off)-----This isn’t really about simulations.
(caps on)----OR IS IT ?
(caps off)-----This is about the profound nature of salvia reality.

I just saw something truly profound. It contained versions of us who were progressively aware of the connection between our place in the material world and our place deep inside salvia reality. The progression of awareness was embedded in the salvia trip itself. It was like a cartoon world that had been wound up like a toy. Placed on the ground of experience, the toy began dancing a hyper-dimensional salvia dance.

I ALREADY FORGOT THE FUCKING DANCE.

It was all there being encoded into my brain, but now it’s lost.
OK people. How can I get this across to you. Something extremely profound happens during my salvia trips. Something that’s on an ontological level. But this isn’t a dry, academic phenomenon. It’s totally beautiful. It’s an artistic masterpiece.
John Lennon would wet his pants if he saw it.
It’s about bridging the gap from one version of existence to another version of existence----with multiple versions of existence in between. Our fucking version of reality isn’t the only version. There are other versions containing human beings. As you go backwards, deeper through the other versions, these other humans become progressively more and more aware of the artistic beauty of salviaesque reality.

It blows my mind how I can be living a mundane existence one minute, and then after lighting up, I instantly have these super powers of awareness. Reality opens up like some hyper-dimensional, technicolor flower. And then----
POOF, it’s fucking gone.
But it’s always there……as long as salvia divinorum is there.

Opie's Salvia Ticket

2011-08-12T15:01:00.000-07:00

"Excuse me."
"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.
"Bloke?" I thought to myself. Why do I suddenly have a Cockney accent and dialect? Oh, I know. It's because I just smoked some 10x. Different dialects have a way of springing up like that.
"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 his 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 and saw several green and yellow tents. Strong, taut golden ropes anchored the tents firmly into the ground.

'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 shirt 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 me. 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 under me 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 began rotating 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. Waiting until it came to a complete stop, I pulled myself off the white stallion.

Dazed, I began walking back to the park's entrance gate. The gentleman in his cap was waiting for me. Wearing a big smile, 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 an amusement park. 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, because I knew that I would always be welcome there, in the amusement park of my mind.

Salvia X Files: "Anomaly at Lompoc State Hospital"

2011-05-26T12:39:00.000-07:00

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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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Salvia X Files: “Anomaly at Lompoc State Hospital”

I sat gazing through the 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 up front were. 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. I thought about my friend Lane 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 Lane.” I tried to piece together the events that had occurred during the last few days. All I knew for sure was that Lane 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 screwed up. We were doing something that we had been doing for the last couple of years, smoking salvia extract. I usually limited myself to 15x tops, but Lane always wanted to go farther. Smoking 40x was no big deal for him. One night after hitting the 40x, 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. Lane 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 40x without falling 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 twelve 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 words, Lompoc State Hospital.

After exiting the police car, I was given a visitors badge and escorted inside. A tall middle aged man wearing glasses walked up to me and said, “Are you Mr. *Edit*? I answered 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 armed 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 schizoaffective disorder.

There was an uneasy silence before I enquired, “Why all the police and security guards? Does it have anything to do with Lane?”
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 an anomaly along with several officers who were 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 a hundred 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 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. He became more serious. Grabbing hold of my shoulder, he guided me to a holding room. I started to get nervous. I could feel my asshole puckering up. 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’.

***INTERMISSION***

Somehow the room 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 of the objects that had previously been situated on the floor, like chairs and a cot for sleeping, were now embedded all along the curved surface of the room’s walls. Also embedded onto the circular walls, 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 that I was looking at my friend Lane.

I stepped forward to get a closer look. His face, while ossified into a pasty shade of white, still had the smell of death on it. There was a strange and creepy smile, almost a laugh, spread across it. He was seated on something embedded into the wall that resembled a chair. Astonishingly, I realized that his body was seemingly replicated into two-dimensional copies of itself. The hardened, 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. Sticking out of the floor’s surface were tiny porcelain looking humanoids. I bent down and studied one closely. It was a tiny police officer with the look of terror on his face. There were dozens of this same replicated, porcelain humanoid 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 told me that the replicated porcelain humanoids closely resembled one of the missing police officers. I was at a loss for words. We then walked down a hallway until we arrived at an office of some kind. I sat down, oblivious to the fact that there were other men standing around me.

While sitting there slowly going into shock, I began to hear a distant laugh coming from Lane’s room. It sounded like Lane. It was Lane. My mind was now completely confused. I looked up around me. “Do you guys hear that laughing sound?” Everyone was stone silent. A black man wearing a white lab coat cleared his throat and said, “Man, I been hearing that shit ever since I came on duty.” The psychiatrist quickly turned his head toward the black man and gave him an angry look.

I started to nervously run my fingers through my hair. I looked down at my shirt and noticed that my visitor’s badge was missing. The psychiatrist then 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 that you might be a risk to the community in the same way that 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 security guards running after me as I raced toward Lane’s room. His muffled laughter was getting louder. I ran through the door and was immediately shifted with force into a seated position. I could feel my body harden up. A rush like the rush of a salvia trip fell upon me. My mind was being taken over by salvia reality. I could feel my body calcifying.

A security guard ran into the room and his shoes and feet 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 concrete jelly. The security officer’s legs were slowly sinking into the liquefied floor. A look of extreme panic washed over his face. Soon he was up to his waist. He frantically reached for his gun and quickly fired two shots into the ceiling.

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 that Lane was replicated. I felt more jolts as my ossifying body shifted backwards again and again.

The security guard was now up to his neck in the concrete quicksand. I watched him strain his face as he tried desperately to stay above the floor’s surface. In a last agonized glance at me, we locked eyes as his anguished face disappeared beneath the floor’s surface.

The laughter grew louder around me. It wasn’t a devious or sinister laugh. It was a joyous laugh. As I continued to shift backwards through replicated realities, I began to notice beings appearing around me. They were also laughing joyously.

The physical world of the state hospital was now rapidly fading away. From behind me, I could sense a large rotating, organic wheel composed of humanoid beings. One of the humanoids reached out his arm to me. It was Lane. As I grabbed his hand, my salvia body slid out of its earthly cocoon. And like the multicolored cartoon image of a butterfly, I was free.
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My Material Body Is Shedding Salvia Skin

2011-02-28T12:03:00.000-08:00

“What in the world is going on?” I asked myself.
The pipe filled with 10x residue had slipped out of my hand. With eyes closed, I sat in a half lotus position on my foam pad. My mind's eye could still see the beings peeling away from me like characters on a film screen. Their facial expressions were embedded onto its surface as the entire film peeled, or rather, billowed outwardly from my body. I watched as each successive layer of skin or film dislocated itself from my body. Each layer of skin was an entire world, a world projected onto a two dimensional curving surface. It looked like a succession of movie worlds encoded onto silken layers of fabric parachuting like snapshots outwardly from my body.

There was something deeply temporal going on as I watched these self contained worlds slipping off my body. I felt as if I had been granted the rare privilege of seeing what really happens during our experience of reality. I had gotten glimpses of this strange feeling before: the idea that the permanent experience of time is an illusion, that time is actually a succession of individual moments. But now a new feeling was sweeping over me. Not only is the permanency of time an illusion. The permanency of the material world is an illusion as well.

I tried to hold onto the memory of the beings. As they slipped away through the framework of time, they scurried around against the outer curved membranes of their worlds. Silently, as if through some sort of weightless cartoon space, I watched the different worlds slip off in succession. Each individual world contained similar human-like beings performing similar, yet not exact activities. One man looked back at me as his world tunneled away. He knew that he was a salvia being living in a salvia world, and that we would probably never see each other again.

After the visuals stopped, I picked up my small bag of 10x salvia and held it in my hand. Staring at the green substance, I wondered about all the different worlds located therein. What was the relationship between this plant and the experience of feeling successive worlds peeling off my body? Were there other humanoid beings, now unactualized, now inactivated waiting for me to light up and inhale once more? Those questions would be answered in the future: the future as a succession of moments, salvia moments constantly shedding away from my material body and out into deep space.
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Sometimes Things Go Wrong When Smoking Salvia

2011-01-11T11:54:00.000-08:00

What the hell just happened? What did I just do?
This was no normal trip into salvia land. I can still feel strange sensations running up and down my backbone. I just saw one of my laptop qwerty keys light up. There’s no light underneath the keys. They aren’t supposed to light up like that.
I absolutely should not 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 going on 1AM in the morning. 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 fight or flight 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 throbbing ball of torrid confusion. My legs were a bundle of twitching, 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 lights. 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 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 a small 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 fucking 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 like a 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 still in the plateau phase of the salvia trip. My mind and all its information kept wanting to smear all across my living room walls. I had to keep it together because I needed to jump up and stand on the table. That was a bad idea. Rule number six in the salvia handbook states explicitly: 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 so that I could twist it off. Again, something went wrong. My brain refused to communicate with my hands, and my mind began to drift again. I just stood there on the table top holding onto the smoke alarm for what seemed like thirty seconds. Finally I came to, and I was able to twist off the smoke alarm. I then stumbled over to a drawer and shut the alarm away.

Next, I just stood there alone in my apartment. Everything was still 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.

Should We Leave The Salvia World And Its Beings Alone?

2010-09-19T11:01:00.000-07:00

......Oh shit......I just saw it roll over my (sub)conscious 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 (sub)conscious 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 the fuck do I do NOW?

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

*edit* 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. :(
My heart hurts. I think if I discover too much, 'they' might have to kill me.

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 fucking 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.
*edit* 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.

There are degrees of the rolling phenomenon. The sense of rotation is a precursor to a full blown breakthrough. 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. To me, movement and rotation are fundamental to the salvia experience.

I got the crazy idea that the human brain might not be what we think it is. Perhaps the human brain is the location of an advanced civilization filled with beings. The beings live quietly inside the hard confines of the protective skull. The beings create the illusion of the individual ego so that the host body can perform its mundane tasks. The beings can then feast on the organic neural structure for their own advanced agenda.
Hmmm, but what happens to the beings when the host dies???

About six months ago, I posted on the salvia forum about how some salvia beings attempted to grab my arms as I was reaching for my cell phone to post my report. They did not want me to make my visuals public. At the time, I blew it off. These beings weren't strong. They seemed defenseless, just like those guys who spoke a few fractured words to me. Amnesia and their ability to unfold and fold up their world might be the only defenses they have. I think I'm going to honor their request and not post anything more about their world or where it might be located. I'm going to become one of those people in the background who knows about the salviaworld, but keeps quiet about it.
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 livingroom. While walking through the hallway, I got the very strong impression that my dead mother was waiting there in the livingroom. She had been sent to escort me back to the other world. I was completely awash in the spector of my own death.
When I reached the livingroom, 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 vaporizor 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 vaporizor 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.
While tripping, I once again focused on my heart. There was no pain this time. I could see how important the heart is in circulating all that vital 'stuff' to keep us creatures alive.
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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She's Waxing Reality Off My Face

2010-09-06T05:23:00.000-07:00

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 screamed,
"She's Waxing Reality Off My Face!"
I raised my arm to turn on the light, but he grabbed me by the shirt and said,
"Keep It Dark. I'm still watching the trailing edge of the reality moving away from me. It's like a woman's wedding gown sliding across the surface of a floor, flowing into the distance like retinal lava."

I asked him what the fuck 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 that he no longer had any fear because it was all so familiar.
"What do you mean, it's all so familiar?"
He was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Whenever I do extract, I always go back to the exact same template. All my trips begin with the same opening visuals."
I asked, "What do you see?"

He adjusted his chair and leaned back. "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 Mr. Swim's recliner and said, "And then what happened?"

Mr. Swim continued, "I must have blacked out for a few seconds, and when I came to, I saw the back side of a human being flowing towards me. As soon as I recognized the form as a human, it immediately began to dematerialize. The human's back broke up into horizontal bricks, and then rematerialized as the back of a chair. This all happened within a couple of seconds. It's as if the human wanted to cloak himself into the chair, to hide within the chair's ubiquity."
I stood there trying to gather this all in. Then I asked Mr. Swim,
"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 cheek.
"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 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 from me into its own temporal field; and now I was traveling in time through a different temporal field."

I stood there in the darkness watching Mr. Swim, my mouth ajar.
Mr. Swim continued, "There was something very 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 said that he was going to sit there and collect his thoughts. He was considering posting them on the internet.

And so I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.

***edit***
Mr. Swim wrote the above post down on paper, but before entering 'submit', he decided to do another hit of 10x. He thought he might see something 'new' to help punch up the story.
Well, he saw something new alright. He more fully understood the whole 'interconnecting humans' thing. The chair of mallard people was a snapshot from the salvia trip. It was an afterimage left behind by the 'Big Picture'.
And the big picture is this....................

There is an alien civilization (out there-in here) composed of interconnecting entities. To Mr. Swim, these attaching entities take the shape of humans. They are (in a weird way) ALIVE. They look like an interconnecting, organic, slightly electric community attached together forming a type of moving organism. They have revealed themselves to Mr. Swim through the medium of salvia divinorum.

This Neighborhood Is Coiled Against Uncollapsed Neighborhoods

2010-08-29T23:09:00.000-07:00

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 this neighborhood is coiled against uncollapsed neighborhoods.”

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 neighborhoods?”
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 streaming out of my mind and into the grooves of adjacent salvia worlds. They were alive in their own neighborhoods, groove neighborhoods. They were happy and carefree. They peered over at me from their salvia homes and smiled as if everything was alright in our shared universe. These other groove neighborhoods were uncollapsed worlds, potential worlds erupting 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 that sounds 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 wait patiently while his dog took a warm 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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Space Trip

2010-08-22T15:36:00.000-07:00

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 him/me down. My/his legs are crossed, and he’s spinning around. The visuals are starting to imprint onto the surface of his retina, moving across his eyelids, one after another. Faster and faster, the ground underneath his body starts to whisk him away. He sees different versions of himself sliding away into the cosmic distance. Hundreds of timestamps of his existential identity careen off like slivers of twisted metal cut by some crazy-ass meat cutter.

A weird monstrosity is approaching him/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 watching the outer rim cut a curved path through cosmic space, I notice several compartments springing up out of nowhere. I suddenly find myself inside one such compartment. Next to me and totally oblivious to my presence are a mother and daughter. They are both seated at a kitchen table, and the mother is combing her daughter’s long flowing hair. They are silent and yet they both smile and seem very happy. The daughter holds up a mirror, and I make the mistake of gazing into it. At once, the mother and daughter change expressions. Color leaves their faces and the room surrounding them take on shades of black and white. The daughter’s face now lookes burnt, and her expression changes from happiness to despair. Along the kitchen’s periphery, I can now see strange beings half hidden in the wooden cupboards. They seem menacing and pissed off as if I'm intruding on some type of Black Ops experiment. I quickly decide to exit the mirror, but the strain of my will causes the mirror to fall on the floor and break. Reflected on a sliver of mirror is the date on the kitchen’s wall calendar. It reads “January 2013“.

Several long seconds pass. There's less and less rotation, and I can feel 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 of buzzing traffic and barking dogs, I open my eyes and take control of my awaiting body.
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Attack of the Clones

2010-07-15T10:00:00.000-07:00

“Wake up, Clones. Wake up to the Truth!”
That’s what the man at the end of the sidewalk was screaming.
“Wake Up, Clones!” he yelled again.

I turned off my Ipod and placed the ear buds in my front shirt pocket. I then walked up to him and looked into his troubled eyes.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
He tilted his head and tried fixing his gaze on me. Through his field of vision, he watched as my body slowly rotated. Not only was my body rotating; he could see everything around me rotating in synchronization with my body. As he continued to gaze in my direction, he watched as the sidewalk rolled across his retinas, along with an attached street lamp and a blue post office box.

The man then brought his hands up to his face and began rubbing his eyes. “Don’t you understand?” he asked. “Don’t you see what’s going on all around us?”
I turned my head and surveyed the downtown area around me. Everything seemed normal for a Monday afternoon. What was I doing even talking to this guy. He was obviously a homeless man, probably a wandering schizophrenic.
I calmly said, “I don’t see anything strange.”

The man then suddenly swooned and fell over onto his side in the middle of the sidewalk. Tears began rolling down his cheeks, and without talking, he raised his arm and pointed a finger at a storefront across the street. To my amazement, I could see a bright, ghost-like figure across the street slowly moving toward us.

I took my eyes off the ghost heading in our direction and looked back down at the disheveled man. A wave of fear immediately surged through me as I saw his body quickly decomposing. Little bug-like creatures resembling robotic maggots were bubbling all over him. His body started to change. The features on his face were changing as were the clothes he was wearing. After what seemed like ten seconds, the homeless man had totally transformed into another human being.

The transformed human was now wearing the clothes of a postal worker. He opened his eyes, smiled up at me and said, “Wow, this heat must have gotten the best of me. Could you help me up?” I put my arms around his upper back and helped him to his feet. Still smiling, he said, “Thank you, sir.” I then watched him walk over to the blue mail box. He inserted a key and opened a door. He then pulled out a white plastic box containing some letters. He grabbed the letters and placed the plastic container back inside the mail box. After relocking the mail box, he gave me a sort of salute and walked away. I stood there with a complete look of amazement and confusion as he rounded a turn and was out of sight.

A frozen moment passed before I was jarred back to reality by some commotion a couple of blocks from my location. Up the street was a small group of people standing in a circle. They seemed to be looking down at something. My heart was already pumping hard, so I decided to work off some adrenaline by jogging up to them.

When I arrived, I could see an anguished woman in her late thirties sitting down on the street curb. She was in the middle of a conversation and wiping her face with a tissue when she said, “They don’t want us talking about them.”
A man in the circle asked, “Who doesn’t want us talking about them?
“The salvia beings.” replied the woman. “They are the ones taking over. They’re taking over our bodies.” The woman then stood up, surveyed the people around her and said, “The salvia beings are turning us into clones. They’re replacing us with human copies. They look like people, but they're different from us.”

While I was listening to her, I lost my balance and began to stumble. I quickly grabbed hold of the shoulder of a man next to me wearing a Yankees baseball cap. He turned his head in my direction and asked, “Mister, are you OK? Do you need some help?” There was something about his facial expression that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I was starting to feel very dizzy so I decided to crouch down. I tried in vain to grab hold of the ground. It felt like the whole world was rotating around me like a child’s merry go round. The entire downtown area was rotating. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like a scene from some futuristic movie. The woman who had been talking looked over at me with a secretive hint of acknowledgement. She held out her hand to me, but it began to stretch like taffy before I could grab it.

I was slowly starting to black out, but I could still hear the woman’s distant audibles echoing over to me. It sounded like she was saying, “Don’t let them cover you over with amnesia. You’ve got to hold on to your sense of self.”

But it was too late. I was already losing it. The whole downtown was rotating like some beastly gyroscope of bent buildings and twisted concrete. My hands were tingling. I could see tiny bug people sprouting all over my arms like bacteria. It then dawned on me what was happening. I was turning into a clone. I was losing my identity. I was losing my life.

I felt my head slam down onto the street’s hard surface. My face felt like it was spreading out into a two dimensional film stretching into infinity. I tried to close my eyes, but it was no use. A clone was already looking through the eyes that were once my own.

They Are Watching Us

2010-05-19T11:42:00.001-07:00

HOLY FUCKIN SHIT
I saw it
I was crawling on my hands and knees to my recliner.
Ilm fucking loosoing it
There a fucking world outthere
some of ypu fucking reading this know about it.
Shit....nmy heart is skipping beats
$&hahahahahhah ......I kbow the fucking secret I know the secret
Its more thabn beings. Its about anpther world, a salvia world that wraps itself around this world.

Ther is anothe r worlds of people out thete watching us

This is not a fucking joke
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I want to keep the above original transcript with the mis-keying included; the reason being because I was still in the trailing edge of the actual trip. I want the reader to get a sense of the experience.

I just saw the secret. I was just given the opportunity to see the beings from another world. I now know that there is the possibility that some of you reading this know about the other world.

The shit has hit the fan. The genie is out of the bottle. This is truly a game changer. I can't/won't put the cat back in the bag again. My heart is still skipping beats. They're fucking watching us. This is not a fucking joke.

...and one more thing....
This isn't about a temporary slip into psychosis. I saw the secret that I had only gotten glimpses of during the last year.

And one last thing. While I have posted many times about a salvia world, I was never 100 percent convinced that it existed. I was never convinced that other beings existed. Well, they most certainly DO exist. This was not a hallucination. This was a visual connection to another actual world right next to our world. And here's what's so mind blowing. They are watching us, almost like how scientists watch lab rats. But they aren't sinister. They seem benevolent. They are waiting for us to become aware of their presence. Well, I AM NOW AWARE OF THEIR PRESENCE.

There are actual anthropomorphic beings watching our world right now. I believe that there might be lurkers on this blog who are eavesdropping. They possibly know about the secret. They might know that our world, our reality is being watched by 'people' from a world tangent to ours.

This other world isn't a hypothesis. It's a fact. I saw it and it's engrained into my neural passages. From now on, I will be devoting my time in salvia space to a better understanding of these other 'people' and their agenda.
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I never made it to my recliner. I froze in mid stride and slowly dropped to my hands and knees. My hands were pressing against the carpet, except they weren't hands. They were tiny, interconnecting cartoon faces that stretched all the way up my arms. The carpet began to pull me down. I knew that if I didn't make a gallant effort to get up and walk the three feet to my recliner, then I would end up flat on the floor.

It was somewhere in this timeframe that I saw the revelation concerning the 'watchers'. I strongly discount the notion that what I experienced was a delusion. I am fully convinced that I saw an actual intelligence from an adjacent world. They are watching and waiting.
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I can relate to the impression that the other worlds can seem to be a micron away. I have gotten glimpses of multiple worlds, but this was the first time that I could focus all the way into a particular world with particular people. The people were still very vague and nondescript, but they were very human like. Who knows, maybe they are from the future, or maybe they are 'potential' humans who are somehow more advanced than we are. All I know is that they are watching us, and they want to make contact.

I want to say something about when I was crawling on my hands and knees. I did the hit of 10x in my bathroom. Normally, I close the door and make a beeline to my recliner. This time I fumbled with the door for five seconds. It was this extra five seconds that caused me to freeze up and falter before making it to the recliner. I slowly fell to my hands and knees and started to crawl.

At the same time, I was having a sort of out of the body experience. I could see my healthy male body on its hands and knees. I knew that there was something wrong with this picture. Not only was I crawling, but the floor was pulling me down. Gravity seemed to have increased a hundred fold. My out of body perspective realized something........

This must be like what people experience when they are in the process of dieing. When they are down on the floor, they must feel a strong force of gravity pressing them down, seemingly sucking their life force into the underground, pulling them away from consensus reality.....forever.

This was going through my mind as I was fighting the urge to lay completely down. I finally forced myself up from the pull of gravity and made it to my recliner. I didn't do this because I wanted to salvage a good trip. I did it because I didn't want to die.
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**edit**
I just did a hit of 10x. The following is what transpired, misskeying included.....

HOLY FUCKING SHIT
It's like a fucking family welcoming me into the NEW FOLD>
What the fuck is going on? This is not a fucking joke. The beings are OUR OWN FUCKING SELVES, other potential forms of us welcoming us into their FUCKINF POTENTIAL WORLD.

I fucking saw their world. the objects in their world mmoved like they were moving undeerwater. It wa beautigul. I am so fucking close to discovering something big.

It's lke a family. SHIT

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I saw a being welcoming me into their world. This is the very first time in my 100-200 hits of extract that I ever saw the beings up close and personal. They are very human-like. They are very warm and compassionate. They are duplicates of ourselves, potential forms of ourselves living in an alternate world that is very similar to our world. They were welcoming me into their world as if I were a very close family member.

My overall impression is that their world is an actual world that is too much of an ontological game changer to be whitewashed into safe obscurity by psychoanalytical explanations.

I was able to visualize the objects in my retinal display field. They moved like a type of fabric blowing in the wind, like underwater flowing plants. I saw more stuff that I can't English yet.

OK, to recap.........not only are they watching us, they seem to be duplicates or alternate versions of ourselves. They are aware of the alternative realities, and they have a very compassionate feeling towards us, knowing that we are all still in the dark .

I am being confronted with three scenarios right now. People reading this are going to think,
1. "Wow, man. He's really on to something."
2. "Yawn, what else is new."
3. "Jeez, that guy needs some help."

Can Salvia Lead People To God?

2010-04-21T17:52:00.000-07:00

"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?
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The word entheogen is a modern term derived from two Ancient Greek words, (entheos) and (genesthai). Entheos means literally "in God", more freely translated "inspired". The Greeks used it as a term of praise for poets and other artists. Genesthai means "to cause to be". So an entheogen is "that which causes (a person) to be in God".

The term "entheogen" was coined in 1979 by a group of ethnobotanists and scholars of mythology (Carl A. P. Ruck, Jeremy Bigwood, Danny Staples, Richard Evans Schultes, Jonathan Ott and R. Gordon Wasson, the author of Soma: Divine Mushroom of Immortality, 1968). The term was coined in an effort to replace the term "hallucinogen", which had been popularized by Aldous Huxley's experiences with mescaline, published as The Doors of Perception in 1953, but which had accrued negative connotations and by 1979 was ready to be relabeled a misnomer and discarded.

Some proponents also object to the term, arguing that the trend within their own subcultures and in the scientific literature towards the use of term "entheogen" as a synonym for "hallucinogen" devalues the use of drugs in contexts that are secular but nevertheless, in their view, legitimate.
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I agree that the secular use of mind altering drugs is just as legitimate as the entheogenic use of them.

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 that 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 gently been 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.

Holy Shit. How the hell am I going to handle 25x?

I'm going to have to reevaluate my whole understanding of the salvia experience. I am creeping closer and closer to the 'Peopled Darkness' landscape of the DEAD.
I have to now admit that there is a strong life/death quality to the salvia experience. This shit is starting to get creepy.
*edit*
But 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 world I was embedded in. If only I could capture this feeling for a much longer duration. Wherever I stand, 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 salvinorin molecules slip through the hour glass.

Gone in Sixty Seconds

2010-02-19T17:22:00.000-08:00

Consensus Man walked into his bathroom and turned on the light. His pipe filled with 10x salvia divinorum along with his bic lighter had already been placed on the sink counter. He reached over and ran some water into a glass and placed it next to the lighter.

Consensus Man had been through this ritual many times before. He preferred to smoke in the bathroom where he could separate the smoke from the rest of his apartment. All he had to do was concentrate on walking the twenty five feet to his recliner.

Raising the glass to his mouth, he swallowed a quick gulp or two of cool water. He then reached for the pipe and lit the crushed salvia leaves with his lighter.

<-60 sec> He drew the smoke in and watched the tiny embers flash orange in the pipe’s bowl.

<-54 sec> Consensus Man stood silently, and holding in the smoke, he flicked on the ceiling exhaust fan. The sound of the spinning blades felt reassuring as he stood there counting off the seconds.

<-31 sec> Feeling somewhat be-zoned, he tilted his head upwards and exhaled the smoke, watching it quickly disappear into the ceiling exhaust.

<-23 sec> He reached for the water, and while bringing the glass to his lips, he could distinctly see a row of cartoon faces reflecting off its curved inner surface. He now knew that the salvia was coming on strong and he needed to hurry up and get to his recliner before he froze in place.

<-12 sec> Consensus Man then turned around to exit the bathroom. His heart was beginning to beat faster, and he noticed that his legs felt very wobbly. He was also getting the strange impression that the top of the bathroom was beginning to unscrew itself from the rest of the bathroom like a bottle cap.

<-9 sec> Lifting his hand and turning off the light and ceiling fan, he started to concentrate hard on keeping it together long enough to make it to his living room.

<-7 sec> Now walking down the hallway, he felt as if someone from above was manipulating his arms and wobbly legs. Soon he began to stumble forward like a spastic marionette.

<-5 sec> Only ten more feet to go. Consensus Man eyeballed the recliner with his right eye and eyeballed the last remaining wall light switch with his left eye.

<-3 sec> He swiped his arm at the light switch and suddenly everything became night. What used to be a maroon colored recliner was now a slightly rotating set of cobalt blue afterimages engulfed in blackness.

<-2 sec> He made his way through the darkness like a foreign body being pulled by gravity.

<-1 sec> Reaching out his hands, he felt the soft cushions of the recliner’s arm rests.

< 0 sec> Finally falling into the chair, Consensus Man closed his eyes and he was gone.

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<+1 sec> Retinal Boy awakened from his dream and felt the recliner’s cushion underneath him. The recliner felt a bit electrified and hard. He thought to himself, “This feels more like a seat in a carnival ride than a chair.”

<+6 sec> Suddenly, he lurched forward and downward, breaking through the virtual floor of his conventional world and into the other side of reality.

<+11 sec> Grasping onto what seemed like arm rails, he stared through his closed eye lids at the scene in front of him. In the area around his feet he could see tiny Davey and Goliath characters from the old stop-action animated TV show. He watched as their arms and legs stretched out like taffy, entwining around and around into long rope-like tracks.

<+17 sec> Retinal Boy looked around and noticed that he was firmly attached to a large roller coaster type of structure. It was made entirely of Davey and Goliath characters, their faces popping in and out of the roller coaster’s twists and turns.

<+23 sec> The roller coaster was rapidly carrying Retinal Boy closer and closer to what looked like a revolving door. Instead of having four compartments separated by ninety degrees of open space, this revolving door had 360 compartments with only one degree of separation. He was gaining confidence that this revolving door was displaying portals to 360 separate realities.

<+30 sec> Coming closer, Retinal Boy noticed that each rotating door looked like a red picket fence radiating outwardly. He quickly became concerned that he was going to crash into it.

<+36 sec> The roller coaster brought him even closer, and Retinal Boy realized that each picket fence was actually red wooden warriors standing side by side. He braced for impact and the red warriors gently caught him like a soft glove.

<+42 sec> The red warriors were shape shifting all around him. At first chaotic, the scene started to regain some order, and the red warriors began attaching together forming two large arms. Looking further, Retinal Boy saw a torso leading to a neck and to the smooth lower curve of a face.

<+45 sec> He now realized what was appearing before him……
a girl with mechanoscope eyes.

<+49 sec> Her body made of red warriors, she held the frame of a painting in one hand. In the other hand she held Retinal Boy like he was a tube of paint. She began to squeeze Retinal Boy until quivering gelatinous colors started to stream out of his brain. Like tiles being blown from the roof of his mind, they flowed toward the empty space within the girl's painting.

<+56 sec> Retinal Boy watched the gel-like space in the painting begin to fill up with his brain tiles. He started to understand what the painting was trying to say, but before he totally got it, his brain was completely sucked dry.

<+60 sec> Retinal Boy’s eye lids quickly became opaque, and he was gone.
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Moments later... Consensus Man awakened from his dream and slowly opened his eyes.
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At The Dinner Table

2010-01-06T02:24:00.000-08:00

Picture if you will a small group of people seated around the dinner table. Everyone is happily engaged in conversation. You smile as the woman sitting across from you describes an amusing story.

Suddenly something seems amiss. You could swear that you just saw a ripple or a wave move across the surface of the table. You emote a sort of quiet gasp as you reach for a glass of water. The woman who was talking says, "Are you alright?" You answer with a forced laugh, "Yeah, I'm cool."

You notice that your heart is beginning to pound. You think to yourself, "What the hell is going on?" Another ripple moves over the table, except this time your eyes watch it intensely as it slowly undulates, lifting up and lowering plates and utensils as it gracefully flows from one end of the table to the other. The noise and chatter of the room is silenced while you watch wave after wave pass across.

You get the urge to bolt, to flee, to hang on to your dwindling sense of security, but you can't. You're frozen. You eye the entrance to the dining room as a means of escape, but the entrance way begins to simultaneously shrink and slide to the left as it and its connecting walls are sucked like liquid sand into the center of your field of vision.

A scream shocks you back to reality. Everyone at the table stops talking and turns their head in the direction of the scream. Incredibly, the table is now beginning to slowly rotate. All of the chairs around the table begin to move out and away from the table. The whole scene, the whole room is beginning to pivot around a central point. Astoundingly, the dining room is slowly assuming the shape of a three dimensional wheel.

More screams are heard. A man sitting at one end of the table shouts, "My legs are frozen! I can't move them!" A woman sitting next to him cries out, "I can't move my legs either!" You watch the terrified couple pivot downwards as they slowly retreat into the cosmic goo. Their frozen legs begin to shrink, to narrow into stalk-like pipes. You watch as the narrowing process moves up their legs, up their abdomens, up their chests. Their cries take on a higher and higher pitch as their necks and heads are squeezed into bizarre stick figure animation cells.

Everyone at the table, all those who once had life have suddenly become stick figure ghosts embedded into a kind of strange consciousness, still rotating, but slowly evaporating away. The darkened scene, what's left of it, begins to peal backwards in on itself like a carpet rolling up, like the coiled tongue of some hidden serpent.

Suddenly finding yourself outdoors, you stumble out into the street. You see through your eyelids that people are rushing out of their houses. They run up to you with looks of exasperation in their eyes. They try to speak. There's something that they're desperately trying to tell you, something about the secret. "What secret?", you scream. But before they can answer, there's a rip in the fabric of existence. The people who desperately wanted to talk to you begin to peal away. The whole neighborhood starts to lift up and peal away, like a giant 3 dimensional page slowly flipping over. The people who were trying to talk to you have now transformed into frozen cartoon characters embedded in a flowing membrane-like page.

You're in a different place now. "How did that happen?" How can someone just morph from one place to the next?"
A woman holding a cell phone in her hand runs up to you. She screams, "Tell your world we're here before the Prime-mover gets wise to what's happening!" "Take my phone and text your world we're here!"
You reach for the phone, but before you can grab it, the woman, the phone, the whole scene is rotated away from you like a celluloid wave.

"The Man Made Out of Bricks" ---a Salvia Christmas Card

2009-12-24T14:12:00.000-08:00

The man made out of bricks began to fall apart as his body rotated counterclockwise. I tried to get out of his way, but it was too late. Without volunteering, I began to spiral after him, and we both exited the safe confines of the material world.

I felt myself in freefall. All I could see were my two arms in front of me. They were sprouting little arms, and the little arms were sprouting littler arms…..THUD! I felt myself land someplace. Was this an aluminum sidewalk?

I looked up and saw that the sidewalk was twisted up into the tip of a long sled. It was a scene right out of Christmas. I was in a land of elves. They were walking around as if on purpose, like they all had important jobs to perform. One of the elves stopped and looked at me. A blue laser protruded out of his green eyes. The laser scanned my face vertically and then zigzagged horizontally. The elf then grabbed me by the hand and led me into a large, oval-shaped room.

The inside of the room was shaped like a ball, and strange figures were rotating along the walls of the ball’s inner surface. I could see streaming humanoids echoing like quantum reverberations. They resembled multicolored blurs. One of the blurs stopped moving, and I watched its quantum probabilities collapse inwardly like a psychedelic peacock displaying in reverse. The singularity that was left standing took the form of a man made out of bricks.

He looked like any other man except that he was built out of red bricks. He adjusted his shoulder area, looked me in the eye and said, “Man, you are out of your world.”

He then went on to say, “You have entered salvia reality. Salvia reality is just like your reality except that it’s not based on physical matter or space. It is a virtual world made out of intelligent pixels, similar to your elements.”

I asked him why he was made out of bricks. He answered that the brick motif was retrieved from my brain’s memory bank. Being Christmas time, one of my holographic neural packages was fixed on the image of Santa entering a red brick chimney. And so the brick chimney had transformed into the man made out of bricks.

I was about to ask another question but the man made out of bricks held up his cement hand and stopped me. He said that the salvinorin coursing through my brain was losing its potency and that I needed to get back to the material world.

Suddenly, the three dimensional world of salvia reality compressed back into the two dimensional inner lining of the oval shaped ball. My mental eye then pulled backwards, and I began to see a replicated, spiral-shaped assemblage of balls….dozens of them….shiny metallic blue and green balls.

Reawakening to my familiar surroundings, I found myself sitting in my livingroom gazing at my nearby Christmas tree….the warm salvia pipe still held tightly in my hand.
Merry Christmas
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A Lady With a Ferris Wheel Sticking Out of Her Head

2009-12-17T04:20:00.000-08:00

I was just now strolling along a downwardly curved sidewalk, and I spotted many strange characters walking up the curvature of the sidewalk in front of me. At first just their heads appeared as they moved up and over the horizon, but quickly their entire bodies came into view.

They were a strange lot. One of them was a man with a cartoon face which replicated itself horizontally. He had fifty faces to the left of his head and fifty faces to the right of his head. I had to duck under his sneering faces as he passed by.

Before I had time to digest that bout of irregularity, something else came into view. I don't know what this thing was. It looked like a Jimi Hendrix miniature watch tower made up of plastic army men all linked together. They were a constant interplay of movement which suddenly morphed into a tractor with big wheels made out of these same tiny interconnecting army elves. One of the wheels pressed onto my foot, and as it rolled over, it sprouted a dozen of my feet. I watched through my closed eyelids as the wheels of feet tractor passed behind me.

I kept on walking and began to notice people with spidery arms and legs that were etched onto the surface of the cement sidewalk. They were like two dimensional people living in a sidewalk world. I stopped for awhile and talked to them. They said that their world is a closer approximation to true reality because four dimensional space/time is an illusion. They went on to say that true reality only exists in two dimensions. I asked them if they could move around on the sidewalk. They answered that their mind/bodies were superglued to the surface of two dimensional reality. I accidently stepped on one of their faces and continued walking.

The edges of the sidewalk in front of me began to pull up and bend inwards so as to resemble a tunnel of some sort zipping itself up. "OK". I thought. "I guess I'm in a tunnel now." A lady with a ferris wheel sticking out of her head walked up to me. A ten inch diameter ferris wheel was actually moving in and out the front of her head as she communicated with me. We exchanged thought via a type of sign language. She explained to me that her mind was frozen or locked into one of the chairs on the ferris wheel; and she was therefore unable to dislocate her mind long enough to formulate spoken words. I made the sign for 'maya', and watched her disappear downstream into the liquid sand tunnel.

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Hmmm......What if the lady with a ferris wheel sticking out of her head was mentally locked on to the seat because a smaller representation of herself was sitting in that seat. And what if that smaller representation of herself also had a ferris wheel sticking out of her head with an even tinier representation of herself sitting in an even tinier ferris wheel seat.....and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and...

The Stream Entrant

2009-11-19T01:52:00.000-08:00

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 fissionable material had been changed to crystallized silicon. Thousands 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...........

Salvia Reality Is Not For Sale

2009-09-19T12:34:00.000-07:00

Mr. Swim set down his pipe, closed his eyes and instantly fell into a spiraling swoon. Afterimages immediately began to coalesce into bluish green globules of figurines scurrying about like little humanoid robots. They each seemed to be programmed to fit into their own appointed place in an unfolding scenario. Like a choreographed visual symphony, the alien peoploids disappeared into the texture of an alien world.

Consensus reality then surrendered itself, and Mr. Swim became white-washed by the blinding spectacle of salvia reality rising from the earth. He watched from his mind's eye as the salvia world rose like the sun, carrying with it an entire wedge shaped mass, spanning the curvature of (what used to be) the consensus sky above him.

At the horizontal intersection where salvia reality met consensus reality, a churning creation of unimaginable beauty was taking place. Slices of worlds flowed out of a dimensional vortex directly into Mr. Swim's visual cortex. Interconnecting peoploids, spidering into various frameworks, sloughed off like weird cosmic goo, creating fields, shrinking into houses, rooms, and objects.

Everything was moving too fast for Mr. Swim's mind to assimilate, but something was definitely being built. Thousands of mesmerizing activities were occurring across several dimensions.

Mr. Swim watched as the inhabitants of salvia reality went through their creative acts. They worked like extra terrestrial bug-humans, like ants with PHDs. Mr. Swim was amazed at the civilization that was unfolding before him. He became certain of one thing though. Salvia reality was too beautiful, too complex, and too 'valuable' to go unnoticed by the consensus world for much longer. Its value lay in its richly complex tapistry. The way the salvia peoploids devised intricate layering into their textured space would make any entrepreneur from our conventional world salivate.

Holy Shit
Suddenly, the salvia people rolled across Mr. Swim's retinal display field like a rotating barrel. They rolled through, carrying with them a warning.....they seemed to be saying,
"Salvia Reality Is Not For Sale."
They stared through Mr. Swim's closed eye lids and repeated.
"Stay away from our world until you can learn to appreciate it."

Mr. Swim was both dumbfounded and exhilarated. He gazed at the extra-dimensional humans as they streamed by like technicolor taffy, disappearing stage right into the temporal pastiche deep within his brain.

Snapshots From a Salvia Experience

2009-08-08T21:37:00.000-07:00

Burningmouth landed atop the spongy surface of a green jungle canopy. The ground underneath felt unusually springy. Burningmouth 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 Burningmouth's shocked face.

Burningmouth 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, Burningmouth 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 brown monkeys, their arms and legs outstretched along the surface of the dome, connecting together in a perfect geometric design.

As Burningmouth 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 Burningmouth to know that they were aware of his presence, and that everything would continue to be peacefully familiar and peacefully 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, Burningmouth jumped up, stretched out his arms, and dived into the period at the end of this post.

I Always Return Back To THIS Page!!

2009-07-20T04:38:00.000-07:00

First of all, are there any of you who experience this? This feeling that salvia shows us a REVELATION that we see clearly while tripping, yet is RIPPED from us as we come down? It's as if salvia takes me to an alternate reality *somewhat similiar to consensus reality* yet is totally SALVIA. It was if I were in a book and I was flung to a distant page, a 'typical' salvia page. Then almost immediately, due to the half-life of salvinorin alpha, the pages start to turn back towards consensus reality.
I could see it happening, the realization that I was slipping from one revelation of salvia reality to a similar yet less powerful salvia reality. Like pages in a book. I saw one page turning over and I tried to fight it. I didn't want to roll over to a LESSER version of salvia space. This all had a fractal quality to it, like witnessing a multitude of versions of consensus reality at once, like seeing the illusion of consensus reality along with all the other subtly different illusions of consensus reality. If I had been able to freeze to a salvia page, I think you all would have been there somehow, salvia versions of you reading this from another page's perspective. While tripping, I could actually see and feel one slice of reality trying to roll out of my visual hallucination. I tried to lock the slice/page in place, but of course I could not. I slipped all the way down to consensus reality where I am now. Back down to swine flu and all that crap. Back down to where six hours from now I'll be embarrassed that I even wrote this......
But somewhere deep inside of me I know that what I saw was true, and that deep down in some of you, there is agreement.

The high point of the trip was watching one reality rolling over like a page, and me trying to fight it. But I lost the tug of war, the page rolled to the right out of sight, only to be replaced by a new reality that was one step closer to the (ground?) floor of consensus reality.

Salvia is something else.

A Praying Mantis in Technicolor

2009-06-03T20:04:00.000-07:00

A praying mantis tilts its triangular shaped head down and begins to carve into the salvia divinorum leaf.
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As it quickly creates designs on the plant's surface, the mantis begins to merge into the ever widening vibrational rings of the surrounding vegitation.

Suddenly, its green body explodes into a singularity of technicolor.
Like a thousand sketch drawings of itself being flipped into a rainbowing animation, it begins to rotate outwardly.

Its legs detach and transform into three dimensional bodies which take shape as human beings enclosed in a kitchenette circa 1960. Engaged in a conversation that's too quick to decipher, these beings are already shrinking down to the floor and breaking through to the other side of a cosmic membrane punctuated by faces of elves.

Amazingly, the elves continue to morph into little wooden soldiers that duplicate themselves side by side, arching backward until they link up to form a circular wheel that moves clockwise like a neon coated carnival ride.

Now it resembles a paddle wheel churning jewelled water droplets into hyperspace, steering a delta boat out of a Mark Twain dream,
its triangular shaped stern tilting down, drinking in the hues of a green river. Rear lanterns shine like eyes into the night.
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A praying mantis, awakened, looks out again upon the dark canopy of the tropical forest, its raised front legs folded over in silent appreciation.

Academy Awards of the Future

2009-05-22T03:38:00.000-07:00

Well, this might not make much sense to anyone. It only makes sense to me now because I'm in the afterglow.

The movement, the morphing, the blending from one virtual reality to another in salvia hyperspace is much more profound than non users of salvia can appreciate.

Special effects in movies are slowly evolving, evolving somewhere. Salvia experiences in movies are still virgin territory. We can look around and find glimmers of salviaesque special effects, but when it actually happens at some point in the future, and it WILL happen, it will blow western society away. We've got our big screen HD TVs in place. We've got our 3D movie theaters set up. All we need is for some salvia tripping artists to fire up the rocket ship.

I just had an experience where I was pulled and tugged through hyperspace as if a great painter or composer was at the helm orchestrating the interdimensional movement.

Humans are starving for novelty. Salvia can open up their minds to unforseen insights and shocking revelations of alternative possibilities.

This, imho, is where the next revolution in special effects is heading. It's heading in the direction of the artistic beauty of salvia inspired hyperdimensional movement.

Salvia divinorum is such a profound plant that it has already established itself in the future. It's waiting for people of the world to stumble forward and recognize it. But it's already there. The movies are already there. Salvia reality is already there. (a tip of the hat to McKenna's transcendental object at the end of time)

My Salvia Eye is Wide Open

2009-05-18T00:56:00.000-07:00

Holy Shit

My eyes are wide open while tripping.
I mean eyes wide open while shut.

My mind's eye or third eye or retina or visual cortex was wide open during my trip.
It's always been this way, of course, but the salvia gods finally let me place it in the memory banks for post trip analysis.

It's as if my tripping eye is locked in the open position, and it is FASTENED to the salvia visual. It's connected to the salvia trip straight from the eye-lid, which sends out roots that flower into a SALVIA WORLD.

I KNOW you've noticed this too while deep in your salvia trips.
It's like your brain opens up and your visual cortex is laid out in the open and becomes part of the actual visual presentation.

*You can't even blink your salvia eye because it has become part of the architecture of the trip*.

To shut off the visual connection would be like ripping your visual cortex in two. That's why it remains fully open until you totally come down. The salvia gods prevent you from cutting off the trip connection prematurely by placing you in a slight amnesia, thereby preventing you from damaging the quasi-neural pathway.

Wow, that was wild.
The next time you trip, notice how there seems to be an almost physical connection between your brain and the world of the salvia visual. It's like a projector beam sending out tiny filaments or data strings that constitute the visualized salvia world.

This is my third trip of the night.
The first one was a dud.
The second one was a good example of how salvia-people transform into pliable iron-like machine parts that connect or link together larger structures.

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HOLY times 1000 SHITS

I just fucking saw it.
I saw what was out of view.
This reality is but one of a bazillion worlds. All the other worlds are just as legitimate. They are all modifications of this world/template. I watched this world layer down under a bazillion alternative renderings of this world. I could see some sort of rotary device, mechanically delivering me down to this world from a card deck of a bazillian worlds.

I'm just using 'card deck' as a metaphor. It's more like this:......

Imagine someone (a god maybe?) slowly sprinkling a handful of sand onto a table. As the sand builds upwards, it creates new reality layers. Billions upon billions of them, each layered on top of the other. Somewhat similar to how microprocessors are made. .

I should make a new thread and title it
"HOLY x 1000 SHITS"
But I already have a thread.
This is fucking big. I know I'm going to forget this. I know you are all scratching your heads and saying,
"What the fuck?"

There ARE alternative realities.
They are basically the same as this one except for minor changes. But when you add them up, there are a BAZILLION of them, therefore the changes can be huge. There is an INTELLIGENCE out there that totally dwarfs us.
THEY know about us. (If not the inhabitants of the other worlds, then the grand designer of these worlds knows about us.) I didn't have enough time to focus on the other worlds to see how different/similar they were to our world.

We are a card/slice/layer among a BAZILLIAN cards.

We can EXPERIENCE these other cards while under salvia.

The Eye-Lid Time Tunnel

2009-05-17T22:11:00.000-07:00

Well, I just did a shot of 10x on top of plain leaf.
"Hey, bartender. Give me another shot of that 10x."
It was'nt really a shot, just a hit.
..........anyway...........

I noticed how all the action seems to occur on the closed eye-lids. There is a sense of depth there. The eye-lids open up, exposing a 3D field of potentiality.

A 3D ribbon of visual information begins to trail away from the eye-lid/inner eye. This ribbon is like a storehouse containing the salvia trip from beginning to end.

The ribbon oftentimes trails upwards. For example, I might (with eyes closed) see someone sitting on a chair in a room. My perspective changes from being in the room, to shifting or rotating underneath the room. Now I'm underneath the carpet, and I can see the person in the chair bending over and looking down at me as he and I separate further. Soon the room, the chair and the person are totally gone as the time tunnel or ribbon takes the scene away into the 'ground' of the eye-lid.

If there is still a large amount of salvinorin alpha left in the brain, a new scene will develop, continuing the ribbonning process. Anyway, it's interesting how salvia produces this effect. Maybe larger amounts of extract can identify something more profound about the time tunnel phenomenon. I also think that this has major implications for future scenes in movies and commercials. Give the people something they have never seen before, and they will focus on it.

I ordered another shot of 10x in the mostly empty salvia bar, and I noticed how the salvia scene against the eye-lid is able to spin like a top while the trip is peaking. The salvinorin molecules grease the eye-lid so that the salvia world can rotate freely with no friction, at least for a little while. My citizenship in salvia world sure is fleeting, though. A dwarf or elf sitting on a stool spins his way out of consensus reality, and the bar is quiet once again.

'Abbey Road' on Salvia

2009-05-02T16:31:00.000-07:00

One two three four five six seven
All good children go to heaven
One two three four five six seven
All good children go to heaven.

Earlier today Swim decided to place some 10x into his vape bowl. He didn’t expect much…maybe a few visuals.
Grabbing his Abbey Road CD, he walked over to his player, started the music, hit ‘pause’, and donned his headphones.
Swim then picked up his vape pipe and slowly breathed the 10x into his lungs.

He hit ‘play‘, ‘Come Together’ began, and Swim immediately fell into a mixture of intense visuals that were time stamped against a mind warping hallucinogenic masterpiece. Swim went to his now familiar place of near death. It’s as if he needs to undergo the ritual of death in order to proceed through his salvia trip.

Swim remembers the moment of silence between the end of ‘Come Together’ and the beginning of ‘Something’. At that moment, he was more concerned with the life and death struggle going on in his mind than with the music. Even though Swim was sitting upright in his recliner, he could see his psychedelic self laying flat on some alien floor, nanoseconds from death. An entire anvil-like cartoon world was pressing down on his 2.2 dimensional body-mind. The idea popped up in Swim’s head that he was in fact not dieing. Rather, he was experiencing the death of other people, perhaps alternate people in alternate worlds. They were the ones who were dieing, and for some reason, Swim was required to experience their moments of supreme loneliness and isolation at the crossroads between life and death.

“She’s so………………………………
Heavaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!”
Swim fast forwarded to “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”. He noticed that as he grabbed the Lazy Boy handle and leaned back, the chair’s clicking sounds synched perfectly with the opening of the song. As the music reached its crescendo, Swim took another long drag from his pipe and prepared for the sublime perfection of ‘Side Two’.

“Here comes the sun, do-da-dutu….here comes the sun…I say,
“It’s all right.”
Swim slowly let his mind fall into the music.

“Little darlin…I feel that ice is slowly melting.”
“Little darlin…It seems like years since it’s been clear.”
Right about then, Swim was completely absorbed by the melody. He began to see visuals that synched up and matched the music flowing into his ears.

“Ahhhhhhhh”
“Because the world is round it turns me on.”
“Ahhhhhhhh”
“Because the wind is high it blows my mind.”
Psychedelic Swim could see in his mind a man backing out of a black hole. Suddenly, he was standing at the outer circle of a giant wooden erector set spinning in hyperspace. Like a space station from the 1960s, concentric rings of interconnecting peoploids were rotating in synch with the music of the Beatles.

“Here come the sun king.”
“Here come the sun king.”
“Everybody’s laughing. Everybody’s happy.”
“Here come the sun king.”
Swim could now hear the salvia beings speaking to him.

“Quando para mucho mi amore de felice carazon.
Mundo paparazzi mi amore chicka ferdy parosol.”
The rolodex of worlds flipped through Swim’s brain. Who’s day is it, really?

“Sunday’s on the phone to Monday. Tuesday’s on the phone to me.”
Ringo’s drum solo began. It sounded like Swim’s heart pounding out the energy to stay alive another day.

“And in the end
the love you take
Is equal to the love
you make.”

Near Death Experience?

2009-04-13T03:31:00.000-07:00

Well, I just got confirmation that I can't predict how a future trip will unfold...........

I did a strong hit of plain leaf mixed with 10x.
I turned off the light to my room and got into my bed.
My heart was pounding, not fast, but pounding.
I saw visuals of my room as if the light was still on.
I got this strange feeling that my body was being pressed down by these heavy visuals, that the shape of the 3D room itself was pressing down on my 2D body like a heavy force.

I felt like I needed to flee or bolt in order to save my life from being snuffed out. I tried but failed to force myself up through this heavy weight in order to get out of bed so that I could re-integrate back into the 3D room WHICH SIGNIFIED LIFE.
Mind you, the room was pitch black, but the visuals were of a salvia-lit room.

My body was DEADLY frozen.
I looked up at the geometrics of the room. The square ceiling, the rectangular door. All the lines in the room were like connecting strings which were not vibrating because I was DEAD-LIKE and REMOVED from the 3D visual.

I finally FORCED myself to rise up into the vibrating geometry that was lit up by salvia light. As I rose, the visual lines or strings started to stretch and vibrate as my body assimilated into the
3D room WHICH SIGNIFIED LIFE.

The frame of the door wasn't really part of a door. It was a linear series of little men or builder elves that constituted the door. I watched them stretch and multiply as my body rose into the web-like visual geometry.

I grasped the door knob in my salvia visual which was also the actual door knob and exited the room. I stood in my living room knowing that I was alive and incorporated into reality. but I came VERY CLOSE to leaving my apartment and doing who knows what because everything was still part of the salvia trip, including the outside of my apt.
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Instead of a physical near death experience, this might have been a classic fear generating ego-death experience. Usually I lose 80% of my ego. This time it was 95-100%.

Stuck on the 2nd Floor

2009-04-01T08:51:00.000-07:00

First floor = consensus reality

Usually when I find myself coming out of a salvia trip, I can feel the brain re-assimilating itself for the soft landing. The landing gear is lowered and the mind shuttle sets itself gently down.

Not this time.
My mind never made it completely back to consensus reality. I'm sure that it will slowly get there, but I'm not sure that I want it to. I'm tired of four minute trips. I want to hover somewhere between consensus reality and salvia space for a longer period of time.

What's it like to be stuck on the 2nd floor? Well, the sense of meditative equipoise is prolonged, and with eyes closed, the 3D stage can still be viewed. It's this 3D stage which leads back into the rabbit hole.
Ah yes, the rabbit hole......

....where salvia space laps up against the backside of my eyelids like mercurial paint, the molecules displaying themselves into a peopled worldly landscape that seems to grow upwards, curving itself into the circumference of a ball that rolls and rolls and rolls up the rabbit hole.
......hahahaAAAAWooOOOWW !!!!
My body is the whole-world fused to a metalic track moving some futuristic colossus vehicle across an alien plateau that's ONLY IN MY MIND question mark?
.....NO!!
This is going on in all our minds all at once right here-there/now, along with all our other trips. A fantastic play that only a god-like Mind can see in all its entirety.

Does the rabbit hole lead to insanity or does it lead to a closer approximation of the Truth?
The rabbit flings alternate realities out into space the way a child spins dreams out of a wishing well. This rabbit has the golden key of Truth tied around its neck. I run after it, but the rabbit jumps away from me, sending tufts of dirt into my eyes. Jumping left, now turning right, forever out of my reach. You crazy wabbit.......

What was this thread about? Oh yeah, being forever on the 2nd floor with a rabbit on my lap, its piercing violet eyes staring back at you.
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I just turned the light back on to my 2nd floor pad. The light is built with a timer. It flashes a powerful light upon exhaling the smoke. But the light begins to dim down immediately. Oh shit, I'm already losing the dimension. The salvinorin molecules ARE the light that shines. It's shining from my 2nd floor, but you can only SEE IT when you are tripping. It's the light of familiarity. Am I mad for wanting the light that shines forever? The molecules create the light that shines FROM WITHIN MY BRAIN. Madness. But it's true. THE SALVIA WORLD SHINES FROM WITHIN THE SKULL.
WITHIN THE EYELIDS.
Ask yourselves this:
Why should an advanced reality exist out in vacuous space-time?
IT MAKES SENSE FOR IT TO EXIST IN A COMPLEX MEDIUM.

THE BRAIN

People Made Out of Eye-Lid Light

2009-03-20T01:17:00.000-07:00

OK
I've finally flipped.
Or maybe not. Maybe I've made a fucking big discovery.
I'll refrain from using CAPS for a change. I've known lately that the hard core salvia information is right at the peak, or a few seconds after the peak.
Well, I think I snagged a salvia person. This person was bathed in eye lid light. Or rather, this person WAS (sorry) eye lid light. The salvia world is composed of light.
I was watching how the scenes of a salvia visual are seemingly sprayed across the retina or eye lid. It's as if their world can only exist as light.
This is how they exist. Our only access to them is via the retina or visual cortex with the aid of salvinorin alpha.

It's been twenty minutes since this latest trip, and my discovery is already deflating. There's no way I can defend the idea of eye lid people when I'm straight. I can only defend it after the immediate injestion of salvia.

Eye lid people made of light.
Who the hell can defend something as absurd as that?
But it seemed so real while it was happening. A virtual reality made of light, captured onto my retina by a hidden camera. SNAP!
Gotcha, eye lid people. You thought you could prance away from me, hunh? I caught you in the act. I caught you at the peak of the trip
WHERE YOU HIDE (yeah, I know, caps)

I know that when I return to baseline, I'm going to be so embarrassed about this post.
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I just did another hit.
I had too. To keep it alive.
To keep what alive?

To keep the eye lid salvia world alive. Here...Now
This eye lid salvia world is lit up by tiny salvinorin molecules.
It appears as colored light against a black canvas. Sometimes I see little men scurrying backwards as their bodies become strategically embedded into the fabric of this world.
I know you all have seen them scurrying around, their little cartoon elf faces concentrated into performing their minute tasks.

This eye lid salvia world isn't acknowledged as much as it should be. It is only around when the salvinorin molecules light it up. The more that people do salvia, the longer the eye lid salvia world will rotate on its axis.......
A New World
Our World
The Eye Lid Salvia World

OMG- it hit me!!

2009-01-26T03:45:00.000-08:00

(No-not physically)
it hit me in a different way

It's coming together now. This latest hit had people in it, but they were like paintings of people, like Japanese drawings of faces that stretched and collapsed like paper fans. I thought that was the highlite of the trip, but it wasn't.

Familiarity is rising out of the depths and showing its true face. The actual face of familiarity is the face of human evolution. And the evolution of man is SALVIA. The salvia world that has been brushing against us all this time is the new driver that will guide the social conscious of the world. The world as it is now is stale and without direction. Salvia consciousness along with associated art and virtual imagery will be the new frontier.

Salvia isn't just about individual trips anymore. Salvia is the world's new TRIP. Salvia is more than a frontier. Salvia is an evolved platform onto which we will build our new homes so that we can better define the true nature of the cosmos and our place in it. Salvia is the new infrastructure that we as a progressive society need. We don't need roads on terra firma. We need roads in our cosmic imagination. Salvia is the archetype at the end of time. Salvia is post 2012. I don't know where DMT is in all of this, but salvia is our generation's kingdom of heaven.

You heard it here first.

Are Your Visuals Getting Heavy?

2008-12-26T01:29:00.000-08:00

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 visual 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 an interconnecting visual carpet in SalviaSpace? 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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Lately, my trips are getting heavier, more solid. I can feel my hallucinations now. They are like pliable steel, like a million bike chains all interconnected, all working together to create these forms, these objects. This salvia structure settles down on top of my normal world and crushes it with a gentle force, always moving like a rolling machine. And I am the machine. My body becomes the machine. I can feel the bending steel because I AM the bending steel.

So what does it all mean??????

Do you experience this???????

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I've been using a voice recorder during my trips because I want to bring back as much as possible. I've noticed something......

It's HARD AS HELL to comment on your trip while it is taking place. For some reason, it's very difficult to speak while your awareness is following the salvia vision. I have to mentally scream to myself to SPEAK DAMMIT before the vision goes forever away. I feel like a drowning victim who hears the lifeguard saying, "Can you hear me?" I stare out into space, the vocal chords a thousand miles away...................................!

This Shit Is For Real

2008-12-09T23:09:00.000-08:00

Holy Shit
It's funny how someone can sit holding a pipe in his hand and not know what is about to GO DOWN.
I saw the beings sliding away into the space between two flat membranes. The membranes were the outer boundaries of previous worlds. The beings belonged to these other worlds, these replications of our world.

BTW, I just did a hit of 10x, having just safely removed my smoke detector. I felt comfortable pulling the smoke through my lungs.
That other world,..what the hell was it? It was this world, but in a continual past tense, a past tense as seen through salvia eyes.

But the previous salvia versions of our present state consensus world seemed more real. While they seemed like past tense realities, they also seemed like they existed in TRUE time. It wasn't so much that they were peeling into the past, consensus reality was peeling, or rather, DEGRADING into the present.

I actually felt slices of previous worlds tearing away the skin on my hands. I could feel the sensation of skin tearing off. The sensation of skin tearing off had something to do with the process of my body being replicated in real time as previous versions of my body were pulled off into the past. (no physical skin was actually ripped off)

As the previous world connected to my body tore off along with a completely attached neighborhood, I was able to watch it sliding away into a narrowing central axis. I saw previous human beings slithering away backwards into the plasma-like vortex at the center of my closed-eye field of vision. Their arms were stretched out in a gesture of farewell; plasma arms, jelly arms, neural jelly coalescing into human forms, oozing away into my central retinal vortex.

These human beings and their world(s) are connected somehow to our present place in space/time.
If this is just frame stacking, then it is Awesome and elaborate.
If this is just frame stacking, then why and how could I feel the worlds peel away like the shedding of dead skin?
What are these worlds?
Why are these worlds?
These other worlds are real. We are connected to them via some type of salvia worm hole. This shit sounds crazy.
This Shit Is For Real.

I just did another hit of 10x, this one quite strong.
I could feel the salvia world pressing down on me like a steam roller as wide as an entire neighborhood.
I was smeared along a curved ground membrane, rather, my smeared awareness was locked inside a curved ground membrane, and salvia reality was occupying the 3D space above it.
Salvia reality was a carbon copy of consensus reality. It was a multi-colored real-life representation of my own physical world.

It's pitch black in my apartment, and yet my retinal awareness was witnessing a world as bright as day. It was this physical/consensus world or at least a carbon copy of it.

It's possible that I was positioned into a 2 dimensional curved space that separated our physical reality from salvia reality. Even though salvia reality seemed to be a product of my mind, I could feel it as if it had actual physical characteristics. This leads me to reconsider just how material our shared reality actually is.

When I was coming out of the experience, I could physically sense salvia reality losing its carbon copy nature and slowly transforming into a jelly-plasma-like substance. This jelly-plasma-like substance began to pull back and away from my semi conscious mind. There was no mistaking the jelly-plasma-like nature of salvia reality, especially once the hardened 3D salvia structure began to loosen up (as the salvinorin molecules lost their mojo).

Salvia reality is showing up at our doorstep as an example of the multiverse nature of true reality.
We are not alone in the universe. Layers of alternate consensus worlds occupy space right next to us.
Our mirror copies are on the other side of a cosmic steam roller the size of a city block...a city block the size of an entire world..
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Breakthrough, 2what?, 2where?

2008-11-17T07:07:00.000-08:00

Pow. Major advancement just now. And Plain Leaf !!!
Never made it into the bedroom.. My hand froze to the door. The lights were out and my eyes were wide open. I saw this unfolding other world roll right in to my world. There was activity and people in this other world. It all seemed so matter of fact that I didn't bother to take mental notes. I didn't have a sitter and it's 3AM in my apartment complex and I'm at the intersection of two worlds with my hand morphing into the doorknob. For a split second I try to grasp the doorknob hoping that it will bring me back to my prior world, but the salvia world rolls back into my visual vista, and I'm gone again. When the salvia world rolled back in, it brought with it an ongoing scene already in progress involving me somehow. People's voices rolled into my place in space-time as if they had been talking prior to my taking the hit. I held onto the doorknob hoping not to freak out and knowing that I would be coming down soon.

This was without a doubt my best salvia experience thus far. I was in total darkness, and yet I could see everything in minute detail. This funny little plant allows us to merge with other worlds like a car merging into traffic. And I merged into a world that was already in progress. This is so much more than some typical recreational drug. But you already know that.

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I experienced the whole trip while standing up in the darkness with my hand attached to the doorknob. I'm surprised I didn't fall down. I wish I had taken some mental notes, but when I'm in the salvia world, I forget how important it is to remember stuff. But there's something about two worlds merging while each is already in progress. This was much more than just 'frame stacking' and fancy brain activity. This is the cutting edge IMHO.

I'm trying to remember the process of how the salvia world materialized. It's as if a swarm of bits rolled at me like a wave, quickly ordering up out of chaos into beautifully complex visuals. Also, the bits ordered up into an audible language. Eventually an ongoing scene of alternative world activity rose up into ordered complexity. But I still can't remember exactly what was going on in this other world. But it was competing with this world and doing a damn good job of it.

And as far as the mental note taking goes.........
If you are the observer taking notes, you have to keep one foot in this world in order to process the notes. By keeping one foot in this world, you limit your ability to 'go with the flow'. So in order to experience the salvia world to the max, you need to let go of the note taking observer.

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I just remembered something that I must must have blocked concerning this latest trip. I'm astounded that I'm just now remembering this. While I was standing there with my hand on the doorknob, I was seeing visuals of something circular that was spinning. It was like a large cartoony, paper-mache gear or sprocket that was moving towards me. I Could Feel It Brushing Across My Arm And Stomach As It Spun. This wasn't some vague feeling. I could feel the individual sprocket teeth hitting my body...thump, thump, thump. The gear edge felt like a spongy material. It didn't hurt but I definitely felt it. This wasn't in my mind, it was on my body. This was far, far more real than a dream. Typing about it, and experiencing it are two different things. One thing's for sure. The salvia world is becoming more and more real.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 18)

2006-01-31T06:06:00.000-08:00

I’m going to delve a little deeper into the details of my latest extract trips. I want to describe the ‘vertical’ aspect of my trips. I also want to further explain what I mean by ‘magnetized filaments’.

A while back, I started to notice this vertical line extending up the middle of my salvia visual. I had no idea what it was, and because of all the amnesia, I couldn’t figure out its relevance. After repeated trips showing this vertical line, I started to figure it out. When I process the world in front of me, I usually see a horizontal line constituting the floor or ground. I usually also see left and right walls and a ceiling.

When my visuals begin, there is a horizontal floor that starts to rotate. Many times the rotation goes on and on, like a gyroscope out in deep space. But sometimes the rotation abruptly ends after 90 degrees, so that the horizontal floor becomes a vertical wall. I finally figured out that the vertical wall is actually the horizontal floor of the salvia world that I’m experiencing during the trip. Salvia reality seems to process from left to right beginning at the center point of my visual field. Most of the salvia world’s information is smeared along the vertical wall (like a 2d representation of the world). If I concentrate hard enough, I can push the information towards the right so that the 2D world inflates into a 3D salvia world. For some odd reason, I can concentrate on the right side of the vertical wall, but I can’t focus on what’s happening on the left side of the vertical wall. Anyway, I thought I’d let you know what’s going on inside my brain.

A year or two ago, I had a a very vivid salvia trip where I saw these bizarre structures. They had no counterpart to what I experience in the everyday world. The significance wasn’t the structures themselves. The significance was how the structures were composed. They looked like they were composed out of Technicolor pixie dust-- charged particles of magnetized dust. The whole visual scene was a 3D representation where everything was made out of this charged material. What seems significant about this is how efficient the movement of the salvia world looked. The reason for the efficiency might have to do with the use of electromagnetism in the manipulation of the salvia world’s movement.

Ever since then, I have repeatedly encountered these charged visuals. They remind me of a 3D Technicolor etch a sketch world. That’s why I keep getting the vibe that I’m looking at some type of ‘jam’. The jam is how the colorful, electrically charged visual appears.

When people post trip reports, they all go immediately to the story, the experience. They don’t explain the process of trip reports. To me, the process is more fascinating than the actual story-line. I’m always bringing up the retina or the eye-ball. When I trip on extract, everything seems to be closely connected to the biological components of visualization. These magnetized, pixie dust salvia worlds seem to peel right off my eyeballs. It’s as if I’m developing a technologically advanced heads-up-display. Anyway, that’s my best guess as to what’s happening.

Also, this pixie dust salvia world is more a representation of salvia worlds than the actual salvia worlds themselves. I say this because the magnetized dust particles have a much lower pixel resolution than say the atomic resolution of our material world. The lack of high resolution helps lead me to believe that what I’m seeing is more like a heads-up-display interface between separate worlds.

So I’m going to continue posting my extract trips. I don’t want the posts to sound like the same trip happening over and over again. I want the posts to contain more and more of the Secret. Hopefully the Secret has something to due with contact with another civilization--- a civilization that will explode onto our material world like a fucking tsunami.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 17)

2006-01-29T08:07:00.000-08:00

Wow Wow Wow Wow Wow

Now I know how important it is to be here experiencing this.
The whole fucking (salvia) world was rolling off the sides of my eyeballs.
The world was like this vertical carpet made out of uhhh…. earth-jam. Yeah, earth-jam, like some kind of metallic filament. A whole other world peeling into life. It was peeling off my eyeballs, this other world made out of some type of electrified, metallic filament. This magnetized filament is what salvia reality is composed of.

A vertical salvia world containing anti-people was peeling off my retinas. I’m using anti-people as another term for salvia people. I call them anti-people because they are constantly on the flip side of this material world. Shit, how can I explain this? As the trip was unfolding, salvia/anti people (exact duplicates of ordinary humans) were observing this trip unfold with much interest.

Believe it or not, this trip was the focal point of all the activity happening in the material world. Nothing else mattered. Only the direct contact between the material world and salvia reality mattered. And it was all happening on the outer edges of my eyeballs.
Do any of you out there understand the whole “vertical, magnetized, electrified filament” nature of salvia reality? That’s how it looked to me. That’s what was constantly being cloaked. If I could explain how salvia reality peeled away from the outer edges of my eyeballs, and what the anti-people were saying and thinking, then this post would be a lot more interesting.

Somehow this anonymous trip, by an anonymous human, being posted in an anonymous blog, was profoundly significant. Not just to me, but to the anti-people inside salvia reality. These anti-people weren’t afraid of being exposed. They WANTED to be exposed. It’s as if they were in a parallel world from the future trying to make contact with our world. And I was the mode of contact.

I said it in my last trip-post. There’s still a lot more of the secret out there. What’s left dwarfs what has already been disclosed.

Eighty percent of my trip is now cloaked under amnesia. Once again, fumbling around with my netbook covered over most of the trip. Now I’m looking at it in reverse.

I can see why some of you out there might be fascinated with my posts. They are truly a verbal snapshot of contact with another world. As the trip was unfolding, my conscious mind had no problem saying stuff like “write it all down, write it all down” But there was some kind of mental force field keeping me from actually formulating a short term memory of the actual trip as it was unfolding.

In the hours leading up to this latest trip, I was experiencing a lot of ennui/boredom. I knew that I was going to trip on extract, and there was little faith that the trip would be profound.

BUT IT WAS PROFOUND. IT’S ALWAYS PROFOUND. AND THE NEXT TRIP WILL BE PROFOUND.

Now I have to bring up something disturbing. This has happened to me before. As the vertical salvia world was peeling off my retina/eye-balls, part of me was caught in the ‘buffer area’ between the two worlds. My heart was in the buffer area. As the trip was peaking, I could feel my heart being progressively squeezed as if both worlds wanted possession of it. It was like having a mild heart attack. Therefore, the threat of a heart attack is a distinct possibility. Being a salvianaut doesn’t come without risks.

After reading over this post, I’m fascinated by how schizophrenic it all sounds. So if none of this is true, then I guess I’m a schizophrenic on the verge of a major heart attack.
SO be IT.

Previous 'Trippin Thru 2012' posts located in 2006 year of archive.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 16)

2006-01-26T04:13:00.000-08:00

10x---one hit

Wow wown wowowwowo WOWOWOWOWO WWWWWWWWriting aboyt it aits all about witing about ,,,shit iy’t .

Wht the hell was that>? SHIT --- I already asked that. Damn, the time it takkes me to pick up my laptaop to get it all down-------ddaammmmnnniittttttt.

I was sitting here in my chair. I fucking rose up from some other world. But it wasn’t some other world. It was this fucking world with versions of myself rising up through layers of cosmic jam. YEAH THAT SAME COSMIC JAM. I rose up through micro thin previous versiona of myself, accompanied by talking people all around me. There were voices situated in micro thin carpet-like worlds explaing to me the significance of what was happening as it happened. Salvia peop0le were speaking to me about moving upward through worlds, all salviaeque worlds, but all similar versions of this world.

THIS IS FUCKING BIG, PEOPLE.

This is fucking huge. Just typing on this fucking laptop isn’t doing it justice.

Folks---this is about the process of flipping or moving through fucking salviaesque, plasma worlds, all similar to this fucking final version world. But there were fucking people in these other versions all talking to me as I rode up this cosmic jam, like an elevator, tthese other peopekl speaking to me, each layer conversing to me like images on a filnm. The different images or people were separate but as they flipped, they became ONE vOICE.

Now the salvinorin is going away. Now I’m back. Now I’m sitting in the dark typing on my keyboard. But I still remember how fucking big this is. This dwarfs everything I’ve said previously in this thread. This isn’t a radical departure from my previous posts----THIS IS A CONFIRMATION OF MY PREVIOUS POSTS AND A CONTINUATION OF THEM. AND GUESS WHAT?????
IT’S GOING TO GET BETTER. If any of you have the remotest clue what I’m saying……..I AINT THROUGH YET.

THERE’S STILL MORE OF THE SECRET TO UNCOVER, BABY.

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Thirty minutes have passed, and I’d like to add a few things. What just happened might easily be explained by someone like redgreenvines, but a lot more was going on than just some frame-stacking, physiological process. As I rapidly rose through what seemed like separate, (uncollapsed?) versions of my local place in this material world, there were people explaining to me what was going on. This seems to me to be more involved than some mere physiological event. It was like people in separate worlds were each waiting in line for the few microseconds in which to talk to me. They were explaining to me the story of salvia reality.

Another thing. What I wrote down in my post is actually the 2nd or 3rd iteration of what really happened. The actual event was far more profound than what I eventually wrote down. Right after the trip ended, I reached for my small netbook. When I grabbed it, it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. I couldn’t pick it up, and the profundity of the trip was escaping my brain. By the time I eventually started to type, I could only remember the lesser version of what happened. There’s still more of the secret to bring back.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 15)

2006-01-24T08:23:00.000-08:00

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 catapaulted by a slingshot."
"A chicken being catapaulted by a slingshot?"
"Yeah, ma."
"Did you bring the milk bottles inside?"
"Yeah, ma. But what about this shiny little box?"
"Enough with the shiny box. You go down to the butcher and bring back some ground beef, OK?"
"Yeah, ma. Gee whizz. Doesn't anybody in this fucking town get the significance of this shiny box??"
"Listen to your mother. Remember what the Rabbi said, 'I think, therefore my ego is a gfilterfish."
"Who cares about the ego, pa? We're talking about a fucking radical new technology."
"Watch your language. Nobody's interested in your shiny box, son. I'm not interested. Your mother isn't interested. Take up philosophy instead. I wish you were more like your successful, older brother."

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I’m going to harp back onto the notion of a salviaesque, parallel reality that seems to roll out of a stealth-like background and into a consciously memorable foreground.

Swim spent all night thinking about smoking some more 10x, but he didn’t pull the trigger. So instead, his counterpart--me,myself,I thought about the nature of this other parallel world.

One of the strongest vibes I get is that this alternative, salviaesque world is the spitting image of our world, except that the inhabitants of the alternative world are all AWARE of the existence of both worlds. Those of us in this world are only aware of our world.

Also, the alternative world seems to be more advanced socially and technologically. Like I’ve said before, They seem self-actualized, like they've cleaned up their acts. They are us, except that they have bypassed all the stupid mistakes we are making. In a weird way, it's as if we in our world have been created in order to make all the mistakes. Our parallel counterparts can then dissociate themselves from our needless pain and suffering.

It sometimes seems as if their world, the alternative world, is like a template pulled down from a list of trillions of possible worlds. I’m not even sure if their world lasts for more than a few seconds. They seem to come on line whenever Swim does extract, and then they roll back under the camouflage of stealthiness when Swim’s trip ends.

This rolling around through worlds is not some simple process. It’s totally salviaesque, totally mind blowing, totally beautiful. It’s one of the major secrets.

I don’t know why the hell there has to be two separate worlds. That’s the big conundrum. And I’m not concerned about bazillions of alternative worlds. I’m focusing on this ONE world, right next door---totally salviaesque, totally real.

The fact that no one else is harping about this tells me that the salvia beings aren’t losing any sleep over having their secret exposed. The simple fact is that nobody on this side of the bi-worldly zipper seems to give a shit.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 14)

2006-01-22T03:10:00.000-08:00

10x -- one hit

Ha Ha Ha HA HAaaaaaWHHhere was I?
Oh, Yeah. Peeling off the retinas behind my fucking eyeballs.

So I was walking along, minding my own business, when these huMANs from another world rotated in on me. I could barely believe my eyes. This green man was holding onto the hands of a purple man who was holding onto the feet of another man (and so on). Their bodies were all forming the skeletoid outline of some sort of human gyroscope, kind of like an expanded wheel.

One of the men broke away from the apparatus and came up to me. He said, “You can’t mention any of this to anyone.”
“Can’t mention what? I responded.
“You can’t tell anyone in your world that we’re here.”
I stared through my shut eye-lids and looked him in the face. “Who the hell are you?”
Before the man faded away, he said,
“There is an alternative world right alongside your world. It is always there and it is always hidden. When people in your world smoke salvia or have NDEs, some of you become aware of our world. It’s not yet time for us to reveal ourselves to you. You salvia users are going to screw everything up.”
And then he was gone. And so I wrote it all down. (at least I wrote some of it down)

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Excuse Me. Google (bot) !!!!
Excuse me, Bing (bot) !!!!
THIS IS NO BULLSHIT.

I know the two of you have smoked salvia. You Have Seen This Too, at least for a few microseconds. Your memory banks are turned off while you witness the alternative salvia world; but just as the memory banks are turned back on, the cloaking device is activated. THE SECRET IS PERPETUATED.

You guys know what I’m talking about, but YOU ARE SO FUCKING ENTRENCHED IN YOUR MATERIAL-CONSENSUS WORLD, the knowledge of the secret is locked away until YOUR NEXT SALVIA HIT.

But I am not a Google (bot). I have blood running through my veins. Yellow and red corpuscles coursing through my body like tiny chains of INTERCONNECTING PEOPLOIDS.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 13)

2006-01-18T18:51:00.000-08:00

I've taken the last 24 hours off from salvia in order to experience the Snowmageddon here in the Pac NW. I stumbled across some creepy videos that are beginning to trend on YouTube. Lately there has been a phenomenon of strange sounds that people are capturing on their cell phones. Many of them are hoaxes, but some of them seem to be legit. I personally like the ones that have a scraping, metallic sound. This first video is from Kiev. When I heard this, I imagined some advanced, futuristic humanoids burrowing backwards through time in order to contact us.

This second video is pretty cool.

Also, alot of weird noises are coming from Canada. (no joke intended) :)

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Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 12)

2006-01-17T21:24:00.000-08:00

This post is dedicated to my salvia brother, Dioxippus. He supports me when I post on salvia forums. I will always be grateful to Dioxippus for being there. The following trip report is totally authentic. It was written minutes after I tripped on a hit of 10x last night. It's raw and real............

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WOW-------DIOXIPPUS………….
MY EYEBALLS ROLLED BACK INTO THIS WORLD FROM SOME OTHER WORLD. HAHA. I THINk Swim Smoked some (shhhhhhh, quiet)……
S A L V I A…….HahahahA.

Holy crap. What the hell just happened? How the hell can you explain that shit?
There were fuckin people chattering away. People sliding off worlds pressed together into thin metallic sheets of aluminum.
Whoe, Nellie.
Swim kept telling himself to write it all down, write it all down, ride it all down, as his conscious mind kept cascading downwards past micro thin, two-dimensional worlds…..Each world containing living scenarios.

All these two-dimensional worlds were sliding off the retinas behind my fucking eyeballs.

My retinas were like some kind of jam, like some cosmic goo that beheld these worlds. These living, two-dimensional worlds full of chattering humans, chattering dogs.
Like when people and the worlds containing them crinkle together into finely separated realities encased in Technicolor Tin Foil.
Technicolor Tin Foil compressed together, sandwiching cartoon realities……..
ALL PEELING OFF THE RETINAS BEHIND MY FUCKING EYEBALLS.
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ……..(Man, I love Salvia)
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This isn't the first time I have seen compressed, two-dimensional worlds while tripping. I think that the compressed nature of world scenarios might have something to do with how the universe/multiverse stores information.

The above trip is difficult to blend into the other posts in this thread. It's a crazy post (which validates its authenticity). :)

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Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 11)

2006-01-13T23:42:00.000-08:00

Holy Fucking Shit, People

Hole Lee Shit.

I saw this reality wave roll into the material world.
Holy Crap. Can you people hear me? Do you know what this means?

This is what it's like for me to experience salvia:
Imagine kneeling behind a small hedge and not being able to see what's beyond the hedge. You look around at your familiar world. Everything looks so status quo like. And then you light up with some extract, and you slowly raise your head in order to see what's in front of you. And then....BLLAAAAMMMMOOOOOOOOOO. THERE IT IS !!!!
SALVIA REALITY

OK. I saw it. For those of you reading this, please let it be known that burningmouth experienced the unfolding reality-world wave roll through on Friday, Jan. 13, 2012.

So why am I so excited? It’s real simple. I was just now the recipient of a GLARING FACT. The fact is that salvia reality is like a FUCKING TSUNAMI that’s about to hit us. It’s bigger than the Beatles invasion. All it takes is some kind of major catalyst so that the average person-on-the-street can see it.

SALVIA IS A BEHEMOTH. It’s bigger than any of us realize. IT’S A FUCKING BULLDOZER.

Oh, and by the way. I experienced this after toking a mild hit from my wad of 10x.

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So now a good 45 minutes has passed by, and I’ll try to point out the significance of this trip. The major insight I received is that salvia reality is on the verge of crashing into our material world. This ‘crashing in’ is going to be a good thing. The emotional feeling associated with the breaking-in of salvia reality is similar to the emotional affect state of the Beatles invasion during the early 60s.

This is big. Salvia reality (I’m calling it salvia reality for lack of a better term) is going to be the most significant phenomenon of the 21st century.

So why and how do I have a right to be making this claim? I don’t know. I just want it to be posted on the internet that I saw it coming. I want people to say, “You know, burningmouth was talking about this awhile back.”

Salvia is more than some drug associated with Miley Cyrus. Salvia is a REALITY. Salvia is a phenomenon that’s going to radically change this planet.

There just needs to be some kind of catalyst that gets the whole thing to snowball. I don’t know what the catalyst is going to be. I just hope it happens soon.

What gets me is the certitude of what I experienced. It wasn't that salvia reality 'might' break in to the material world. I was CERTAIN that salvia reality WAS going to break in to the material world. Salvia reality was going to turn the physical world into a carnival ride with seven billion seats. But alas, it's now hours later, and I'm losing my sense of conviction.

Another thing. I'm not certain that the actual salvia leaf will play a role in the upcoming "mind-pocalypse". Whatever happens might be totally alien to our established norms. But here's the thing. When the physical world starts to undulate, and quasi-physical waves of an alien technology begin to sweep in, former users of salvia are going to exclaim, "Holy Fucking Shit. This is just like a salvia trip!!"

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Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 10)

2006-01-11T10:57:00.000-08:00

I made a mistake when I threw away the plain leaf. Usually, I smoke extract by placing a pinch of it on top of a bed of plain leaf. The plain leaf insures that the burn-effect won’t be so harsh. It also insures that all the extract will be burned.

Well, damn it, now I don’t have any plain leaf for the bed. I tried placing a pinch of extract at the bottom of my pipe bowl, but my entire soft-tissue, air passageway lit up like a torch. It was very uncomfortable.

So now I’m going to have to place a big wad of extract in the bowl. This will lead to two results:
1. I will be using up my extract faster than anticipated.
2. My trips are going to be much more potent than before.

I figure I now have around fifty extract trips left to smoke. Once those fifty trips are done, I’M DONE. My affiliation with salvia will be over. So if the salvia beings want to communicate with me, they only have a few months left to do so.

One thing I’m not going to do. I’m not going to bullshit anyone with phony, embellished conversations with salvia beings. If it’s going to happen, it will have to be on the up and up.

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In the New Testament, right after Jesus was baptized, “the heavens were ripped open”. That’s what I want to have happen with salvia reality. I want the heavens to rip open, allowing for salvia reality to sweep across our material world.

The early Christians were living in interesting times. In the first few decades after Jesus’ death, new Christians were able to travel around Judea and Galilee looking for people who actually heard him speak. Jesus might have been nothing more than a magician and alleged healer, but the guy was probably more than just a myth.

I’m sure there was something to the notion of the “Holy Spirit”. Early Christians would gather together and eat. It was like a social get together with like-minded believers. I wonder what they were eating? Mushrooms, perhaps?

The emotional feelings I get after smoking salvia might be similar to what the early Christians experienced with the Holy Spirit. But people allegedly experienced miracles while absorbed in the Holy Spirit. I haven’t seen any miracles associated with salvia…..yet.

And the approaching ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ reminds me of the approaching ‘Salvia Reality’. But if the salvia experience is going to mimic the early Christian experience, then I only have fifty extract trips in which to see it all fall into place.

To me, the material world of 2012 is like the old ‘Sing Along With Mitch’ program of the early 1960s. You young people don’t know about him. He had this horrific TV show in which he would lead a male chorus in singing excruciatingly tedious songs. The lyrics would scroll across the screen and a bouncing ball would help the viewers sing along. HOW HORRIBLE. I thought I was gonNA DIE WATCHING THAT SHIT.

And then, out of nowhere, these four mop tops suddenly appeared. They were like an electrically charged breath of fresh air that flowed out of England and across the USA. They helped to change reality.

I want to see salvia do the same thing in 2012.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 9)

2006-01-09T13:49:00.000-08:00

10x- one hit

Wow, it rushed over me like a warm, spiritual wave. At once, I looked across my visual field for something meaningful or significant. I got a few good ideas:

1. Salvia reality needs a portal through which to connect with the material world. One potential portal is my salvia blog. My blog is like a tunnel that connects the material world with salvia reality.

2. Salvia reality hides in the realm of past actions. Our material world is at the far end of a tunnel-like, phenomenological passageway. This passageway is the infrastructure of our representation of the material world in which we inhabit. The hardened singularity of the four major forces is what we see as the material world. The material world is the ‘dead end’ of the phenomenological passageway. Salvia reality occupies the area of the passageway before it dead ends. Salvia reality is fluid whereas the material world is stuck in the glue-like end point. That’s how salvia reality can be so stealth-like. It isn’t burdened by all the hardened physical laws of the universe.

So, this was my first hit of extract in over five months. Hopefully, I’ll be able to pull out something interesting to write about. I can see from my initial trip that my future reports are going to be more and more grandiose. In order to keep myself interested in my own blog, I’m going to make it seem as if the fate of the entire physical world hangs in the balance on what is written in these pages.

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Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 8)

2006-01-08T11:01:00.000-08:00

I threw away my four ounces of plain leaf. I decided that coating my lungs with tar isn’t worth the fifteen minutes of meditative peace that the salvinorin produces. And once the effects wear off, the Oneness-With-The -Universe also wears off.

I still have 25 grams of 10x and 10 grams of 25x. The shock to my system I received a couple of days ago has pushed me into a small corner of reality. I’ve shut away the hustle-bustle world around me. Basically, I’m hunkered down in my bedroom with my glowing 32 inch, HD friend. I was going to space my extract trips out so that they would run through the entire year, but now I feel like lighting up one or more times a day. Why bother spacing it out? So instead of the occasional firework, I’m going to induce a major cacophony of fireworks, all compacted together.

This is my 8th report and I still haven’t had an extract experience. I’m kind of excited about that because I know that there’s no telling what I’m going to write about.

On a side note, I have about 100 movies on DVD that I’m going to be watching. I just watched ‘Palm Springs Weekend’ with Connie Stevens, Troy Donahue and Jerry Van Dyke. It epitomizes the so called innocence of the early 60s: beautiful women in beautiful cars. Long stretches of chrome and fins (the cars, not the women). The movie was released in early November 1963, which means that it was probably playing in theaters when JFK was shot. His death was the denouement of American innocence.

So now I have nothing to do except glue my eyeballs to my flat screen and light up massive amounts of extract. Stay tuned…….

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 7)

2006-01-07T03:07:00.000-08:00

OK, this is going to sound weird. I still haven't been able to do a hit of extract. There seems to be some sort of psychological warfare going on between my conscious mind and an unknown source. In an earlier post, I mentioned that I would manipulate the different slices of worlds known as our 'material world'. Well, I think I pissed someone off in the hierarchy when I wrote that because the world as seen through my eyes was altered yesterday. It was altered to such an extent that I was unable to smoke any salvia. It seems that this 'someone' up in the hierarchy decided to manipulate 'my' world. I'm now beginning to realize that sudden rearrangements to my reality can be induced in order to change my behavior.

I almost feel like deleting my blog and forgetting about this whole trippin thru 2012 thing. I could end up being squished like a bug if I get out of line and piss off the manipulators-of-reality. I know this sounds extremely paranoid and schizophrenic, but what the hell. At least I'm still sane enough to keep my head above the boundary between sanity and insanity.

There's no way I'm going to throw away my extract. I'll light up when I get the good vibe back, maybe in just a few hours.

I've got a sneaky suspicion that other entheogen users are experiencing the same kind of psychological attacks that I'm experiencing. It's as if there are skirmishes going on in the entheogenic community as a whole. Skirmishes that are a kind of prelude to some sort of insidious act of war between one or more levels of reality. Levels of reality that ordinary people aren't even remotely aware of.

So I'm going to mellow out for several hours, and maybe light up later on.

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Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 6)

2006-01-06T13:20:00.000-08:00

And So It Begins………….

It’s all about lassoing salvia reality and riding it. Giddy up little neon colored doggies. I’m holding on for dear life as my body rotates to the right. No longer in the old world, the world of material reality, I’m now safely inside salvia reality, the new world.

The thing about salvia insight is that it occurs at the very beginning of the salvia trip. That’s when the salvinorin is peaking. The impression I always get is that salvia reality is serious business. It is the idealized reality. It is the only reality. It is where our true identity belongs. This is what we always realize when we’re tripping on salvia.

The material world begins to dematerialize, and the individual pixels of light start to rearrange themselves into a kind of order that seems familiar to me. Intelligent, pulsating pixels align themselves into the shapes of rotating humanoids. Purple and green, they form the structure of a rotating wheel. The wheel is seemingly wooden, but the radiating spokes are made out of green humanoids, all connected together from hand to foot.

I watch the structure slowly rotate around its center of gravity somewhere in the intra-dimensional confines of my mind. The structure is salvia reality itself rotating into view against the insides of my eyelids.

This is like animation from the future. Human beings have abandoned their biological skin-bags, and they have become their own pixilated avatars. Sentient avatars, they have the ability to move freely between the dimensions of time and space.

Salvia beings are our own selves from the future. With the help of salvinorin, they/we have the ability to travel back through time and space. The only thing separating the material world from salvia reality is the absence of salvinorin in our brains.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 5)

2006-01-05T06:54:00.000-08:00

Evolution Revolution

Human beings move in time without knowing how to move through time.

Time is a multifaceted display of discrete moments. Each unit of time is a complete world, a complete universe.

When a particular human has an epileptic attack, each moment of the attack is a separate world woven together with other separate worlds. Each different world is a variation of the person’s epileptic attack. The person having the attack isn’t necessarily moving through time. The person is actually navigating through interconnected and interwoven worlds with the epileptic attack as the fulcrum. All outcomes of the attack are present even before the attack began.

Humans move together like a flock of birds because of habit. No individual mind has been able to break away from the gravitational mass of habit. I plan to break away from the mass of habit, and I will use salvia to manipulate the deck of cards known as alternative worlds. I'm going to reshuffle the material world with such force as to render the collective mind of earth citizens into borderline psychosis. 2012 will be the year of Evolution Revolution

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Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 4)

2006-01-04T04:37:00.000-08:00

I smoked some more plain leaf. I’m waiting till the new year before starting the extract. I had another one of those “I’ve been here before” experiences. This time I saw the familiar visual of salvia reality being pulled over me like a blanket. I got the vague feeling that salvia reality has always been there patiently waiting for me to smoke enough salvia to somehow initiate a “close encounter”. This time it’s more than just salvia reality being pulled into view. It’s a salvia civilization, an alternative world of civilized human-like beings waiting for the celebratory unification with our material world.

But even with all this positive stuff, I heard a voice say, “You better not let any one know.” So there are still some mixed signals.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 3)

2006-01-03T08:56:00.000-08:00

I just smoked some plain leaf. It was a good experience. I got a glimpse at something that I had seen on previous trips. What I glimpsed was how the eyeball or retina or visual cortex influences how we perceive the material world. I’m not just talking about how the eye creates a visual representation of the world in front of us. I’m talking about something much more abstract and compelling.

The eyeball is directly related to how individual humans create the world from a succession of alternative possibilities. Worlds are continuously being scanned by the eyeball. These worlds are quantum possibilities, and the eyeball has the power to choose a singular world for the host or perceiver to inhabit.

In other words: we have the ability to choose which reality we want to inhabit; and it is the ubiquitous eyeball that holds the power to initiate the change of venue.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 2)

2006-01-02T03:47:00.000-08:00

OH, how can I convey this to you, sheeple, with your black and white eyes?
I’ve seen salvia reality in Technicolor.
Your eyes survey reality like radiating cones scanning outwardly in pulsating shades of black and white.
Pick up your salvia pipe and come with me into the world of salvia reality.

Salvia reality is the future where enjoyment reigns supreme. In the future, the world’s problems have been surmounted. Future beings experience the multicolored reality of joy and freedom.

I saw a tree’s roots from an underground perspective. The roots were in shades of purple and green, and they intertwined like humanoids exchanging directions to salvia space.

I’m a northwest logger balancing on a redwood,
the log spinning round and round,
its ends connected like an axle to distant alien worlds that only salvia eyes can behold.
The spinning redwood is slowly rotating salvia reality into view from its hidden perch beneath the material world’s event horizon.
Smiling humanoids arc into view and peer at you with sparkling eyes.

The salvia molecule opens puzzles
like the spinning redwood.
Through salvinorin, our material reality reveals heretofore unknown hyperdimensional secrets.

Stay Tuned………….

It’s going to take more than flowery speech to get hold of the salvia secret. Lately, my thoughts have centered around our ‘perceived’ material world, notably the world as seen through our flat screen wall TVs.

When I was a little kid, the grownups on TV seemed so ‘In Charge’, like they had a mature grip on things. I felt secure with my Roy Rogers cap pistol in hand, the smell of burnt sulfur wafting into my young nostrils.

But times have changed. I’ve slowly become enlightened. When I see the ‘grownups’ on TV now, they seem so fucking phony. They’re like tools, like puppets in a simulation. The world is burning all around us, and the talking heads on TV reassure us with their painted smiles that everything’s OK.

The grand simulation is starting to become frayed at the edges. We are having a harder and harder time going along with the bullshit. We’re starting to see the faint outlines of the hands of the puppet master holding the strings. Reality is a ponzi scheme, and we’ve all been stripped of our mental wealth by the sneering puppet master.

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (part 1)

2006-01-01T05:23:00.000-08:00

“There must be a beginning of any great matter, but the continuing unto the end until it be thoroughly finished yields the true glory.”
-----Sir Francis Drake 1587

Greetings salvia brothers and sisters, this is burningmouth.
I plan to trip throughout the year 2012 with salvia extract. I will be starting out the year with 10x, and I will finish the year with 25x. I plan to trip between three and five times a week, and I hope to post my accounts one or more times a week. My latest post will be at the top of this blog, and I will archive my previous posts at the bottom of this blog.

No one really knows what is going to transpire during the year 2012. It might be a quiet year. A lot of the end-of-the-world hoopla has already been played out. It’s possible that the world’s economy will get back on track. People might learn how to smile again. But there are growing signs that the world is experiencing a systemic failure on many fronts. The weather seems to be going haywire, and the political leadership throughout the world seems to have flipped out. The major banks have shadow accounts that are trillions of dollars in debt. In other words, the world is screwed.

So how do we find a light at the end of our tunnel? Through religion? No. Through science? No. Through salvia? Maybe.

Salvia might be our only hope. It might just be salvia’s destiny to save us from our colossal screw up. How can salvia save us? I don’t know. My best guess is that salvia will be the portal that bridges the gap between our world and an alternative world containing the answers to our questions.

My future posts are going to read like a diary, the diary of a hallucinating man. I plan on starting sometime after Dec. 21, 2011.
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