Friday, May 25, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia 5-25-12

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

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

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

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

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

Monday, May 14, 2012

Space Trip



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

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

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

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

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

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

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Snapshots From a Salvia Experience



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

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

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

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

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

Thursday, April 26, 2012

They're Watching Us



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 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 watching us. This is not a 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 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, which is......

This must be like what people experience when they are in the process of dying. 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 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 POTENTIAL WORLD.

I saw their world. the objects in their world mmoved like they were moving undeerwater. It wa beautigul. I am so 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 even 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."

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Now Playing at the Salvinorin Bijou



“Hey, CGI Man! You might as well just rip your eyeballs out!!”
That’s what I laughingly said as my salvia body reconstituted itself against the gelatinous infrastructure of reorganized reality.

“Don’t you Hollywood technicians realize the goldmine that is salvia divinorum? Salvia hallucinations are the next creative phase in CGI rendering. I already know this; I just need to get you Los Angeles artists to see it. Imagine our physical world rendered in the same way that the worlds inside our hallucinogenic minds are rendered. CGI technicians now have the capability of duplicating hallucinogenic activity. What they don’t have are any inspirations. This blog is just such an inspiration.”

“Can’t you see the potential of this new kind of science fiction in movies, this new potential that fuses state of the art technology with creative story telling and salvia inspired visuals?”

“How long ago was the ‘Matrix’ produced? Too long ago. You guys in the movie business need to get your creative shit together. Sure, the fly-over states are dumbing down, but does Hollywood have to dumb down as well?

“Hey, CGI man! Put down your imported water and watch me for a second. Look at me. See how my physical arms dematerialize into CGI rendered pipes that stretch forward, fusing to a slightly rotating, purple and green, gelatinous wheel made of quasi-organic spokes composed of twisting, twirling humanoids? Now I'm totally fastened to the rotating wheel as it rolls across the movie screen, simultaneously wrapping around the optic nerves of paying movie customers.”

The film playing is titled, “Retinal View Master“. It’s a fascinating movie. It’s about a salvia world that presses against the audience's eyelids as it rotates by. The Jell-O surfaces of the viewers' retinas seem as deep as shag carpets made of electri-fried fabric.

See? The movie customers are all mesmerized as they rotate by in frozen synchronization, all fused together like metal peoploids inside a rotating salvia wheel.

Two teenagers frantically grapple against the connection, trying to free themselves from the rolling wheel-like apparatus. The young man, his facial features resembling a teenage Steve McQueen, frees his hands from the self-transforming, mechanical BLOB. He tells the girlfriend he's dating to let go, but she can’t. Her hands are still fused to the apparatus. The teenagers then begin to trail away from each other. The young man sees the theater's Exit sign and runs after his date, his body navigating along the crackling surface of the outside parking lot.

Creatures erupt from the asphalt surrounding the young man as he chases after his girlfriend. Morphing into holograms of her face, they’re laughingly taunting him, teasingly letting him think she's lost forever.

The young man stops running. He can feel the neon-glowing salvia wheel separating from his conscious mind and disappearing into the night. “What the hell is going on?” he wonders to himself. “We were watching a movie when all this shit started happening.”

Meanwhile, the young girlfriend has a look of detached bewilderment on her face as she sits grasping the glowing, gelatinous salvia structure. Her body in a red blouse is replicated into dozens and dozens of bodies in red blouses all connected together, all fusing into the expanded structure of an alien carnival ride. Sitting next to her are duplications of her, mirror copies of her. After quickly looking around, she unfastens her hands, brings them to her face, and lets out a howling SCREAM. Simultaneously, her duplicated twins SCREAM; except, when she stops screaming, her mirror twins all shake their red dresses in exhilarating laughter.

After what seems like forever, the young man finally catches up with his girlfriend. He yells at her as she rotates by.
“Hey, Jane!! I’ve been looking all over for you!!
“Get me off this fucking thing!” she yells back.

The ride finally stops and the still trembling girl says, “What WAS That. You and I were watching a movie, and now I’m on this ride. That was CRAZY. LET'S DO IT AGAIN!”
The boyfriend answers, “No way, baby. I need to get you home by midnight or your dad is going to KILL me.”

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“So hopefully you get the picture, CGI man. You DID get the picture didn’t you? Or do I have to smoke another hit of 18x?”

Friday, April 6, 2012

Eyes That Were Once My Own

Psychic Land from 2veinte on Vimeo.


“Wake up, Humans. Wake up to the Truth!”
That’s what the man at the corner of 5th and Main was shouting.
“Wake Up, Humans!” 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 even doing 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 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 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 began to shapeshift. 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, unlocked a small opening, and pulled out a white plastic box containing some letter mail. He grabbed the letters and placed the plastic container back inside. After relocking the mail box, he gave me a polite salute and walked away. I stood there with a complete look of amazement and confusion as he rounded a corner and was out of sight.

A frozen moment passed before I was jarred back to reality by a commotion a couple of blocks from my location. Up the street a small group of people were 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 early thirties sitting down on a 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 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 alien expression that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I was beginning 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 post apocalyptic circus ride. 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 concern. She held out her hand to me, but it began to stretch like taffy before I could grab it.

My mind now blacking out, I could still hear the woman’s distant audibles echoing over to me. It sounded like she was saying, “Don’t let them cover your mind 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.

The next moment my head slammed 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.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Reply From Jazzer 3-26-2012

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The following is jazzer's reply to my 'Trippin thru 2012' 3-26-12 post:

jazzerMar 26, 2012 03:22 PM
"All my experiences line up exactly with yours. i mean in every single post... i'm like, yep... yep... check....... only I Interpret the parallel universe and "bothered beings" issues differently... I always have the perception that, when the layer of this physical world gets "rolled" away, and I am in the next world, I'm basically getting to observe the mechanical creation process of extra-dimensional stuff being passed into physical reality... like its the same universe, but salvia is allowing you to experience and observe the dimensions outside of the 3 physical dimensions IN REAL TIME, and with the perception that you are YOU, as in you get to observe it AS YOURSELF...

I have perceived surprise by these beings, that I "materialized" in their dimension... but ultimately was assisted, helpfully, out of their way, so they could keep up with the job of the "throughput" so to speak, of whatever it was they were conveying into the lowest 3 dimensions. Like, you know, when you get caught in the "roll of carpet" as you're leaving gravity? then the roll passes you on by, and you're now in this other dimension... and all these "workers" were running a big press on the other side, and pressing out this roll of carpet that ACTUALLY IS the material of 3 dimensional matter being created in real time...

you just kinda get to look at that process "behind the scenes"... and, yes, you might be in their way... but I just think their "annoyance" is just them trying to solve the logistical problem of you being in their way for a minute. the more you know that this can happen, not only do YOU adapt to the transition more skillfully, but THEY DO TOO... and you just don't get in their way anymore, or you start entering at a different spot... incidentally,coming down, the carpet rolled back over me from the way it came, and as it rolled over me, I could feel my very flesh be reconstituted in physical space. It always feels so intense, like your nerve endings are being put together out of raw material at the speed of the roll... fucking freaky, but that's what i think is going on."


Jazzer, you mention a press creating a roll of 'carpet'. This visual has been seen by countless other salvianauts. Tvsuat’s description is probably the earliest of the reports. I have seen the same thing, except that lately the roll of film-like information seems curved as if it’s actually being encoded into or extracted out of some type of massive, pressurized ball or globe. I guess we shouldn’t quibble over it being a roll or a ball, but what the hell is going on? What does this ‘thing’ contain? To me it’s a storage of realities, but I’m not sure if it’s storing the shared realities of human experience or if it’s storing some sort of quantum-fractal of hallucinogenic salvia worlds (or what I tried to define as ‘reality definitions’, definitions of potential realities before they are pressed into the hardened representation of our shared material world). Damn, this stuff is confusing.

I too have felt the prickly nerve endings. I went through a phase where I could actually feel the objects contained in my salvia visuals. Your idea about why we feel what we feel makes sense, but to me, the really hardcore experiences with salvia occur close to the beginning of the trip. It’s difficult for me to accept the idea that events at the end of the salvia trip are just as intense as events at the beginning of the trip. But, you know, now that I ponder the idea, maybe there’s enough salvinorin to produce hard core visuals late in the trip.

Anyway, great comment, jazzer.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (3-26-12)

18x -- one hit

What wazzzzz Thhhhattttttt shhhiitttttt???????


We live in an atomic world. Another world just lifted off this world like a blanket. The world that just lifted off was the salvia world. The elemental components of salvia reality are composed of electromagnetized, organic energy. Atomic elemental components are a secondary composition of reality. In other words: our material world's atomic elementals are a facade.

My heart was at the breaking point. Wow. I’m sorry to have to bring up the heart again. I waited five whole hours after eating before lighting up. Holy Shit. I underestimated the power of 18x.

The salvia world had my heart in its grip. It was close to squeezing the life out of me. This was a true near death experience. This was my heart being squeezed the fuck out.
What the hell was that shit. There was another world right on top of this world. The other world was pressed across this world like a curved, stretched out, three dimensional organic balloon. Holy shit.

There were people just like earth people alive in that other world. They were somewhat displeased with my nosing around. They knew all about the existence of multiworlds, and they weren’t too pleased that I was screwing around with the ‘expanded situation‘. By ‘expanded situation’ I mean the knowledge of more than one world co-existing in the multiverse.

The multiverse is located right here, right next to us. We are molded together like massively compressed, two-dimensional, electro-organic, curved film. Our separate worlds are compressed together like onion rings encased in electro-biological jelly.

There's an entire other world containing earth-humans. I remember people in the other world located right next to my body. It seemed like one of them had his hand around my heart ready to squeeze it like a tomato.

There’s something ontological going on with me always seeing little men all lined up. I keep seeing this visual of little men pressed against the lining of a salvia world right before it peels into/out of a succeeding/preceeding world.

Wow. I only inhaled a cautionary amount of smoke from that 18x. I wanted to take it easy, to just get my feet wet, so to speak. But right after holding in the smoke, I knew this was something powerful. I could feel it in my chest area. It felt like my whole chest was turning into cement. My heart felt like it was in a tug-of-war between two realities.

Shit. I saw many things that I’ve seen before: especially the visual of experiencing one world tightly pressed against another world right in front of my retinas. It felt like the salvia world was either peeling into or peeling right off my eFFing eyeballs.

OK. I’m pretty much down now. This was a very powerful hit of extract, even though I barely took a puff. The main thing I’m pulling out of this trip is the familiar realization of other ‘functioning’ worlds right next to our world. By ‘functioning’ I mean worlds ‘in progress’ in the same way that our material world is in progress. The people in this other world were ‘displeased’ with my presence there. They weren’t pissed off, they were just ‘bothered’, like:
“Here we go again. Another human just smoked some salvia and spotted our reality.”

Wow. If the lazy bastards in Hollywood knew of the power of experiencing other worlds adjacent to our world, they would have a massive, synchronized SHIT.

What? It’s only the beginning of March? I still have ten more months of tripping left to do. I’ll never make it. This Is Going To Kill Me.