Saturday, September 1, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (9-1-12)

Rotating structural gyroscopes inside burningmouth's tripping cerebellum.
Salvia molecules splattered all across the marbled surface of an inter dimensional skull.

More rotating micro-men attaching together now, lining the walls of a frontal lobe -- strings of bluish-grey neurons streaming throughout a cavernous, swollen womb just behind and just above an alien woman’s totally astonished tri-facial mask.

The three-faced woman slowly opens her white Frigidaire. Inside the cool and sparkly chamber are delicious vegetables composed of little green men reading the evening news. She reaches up and crazily spins her laughing-out-loud faces around and around. Coming to a stop, a starving, bird-like face chomps down on the little green men like they were peas in a pod.

The satiated three faced woman then sucks in her gut and squeezes into a two dimensional membrane as the opposite walls of her other-worldly home suddenly compress together. She and her world then become just another molecular ribbon woven into the fabric of Reality.

(big toke of 18x)
The story of the three faced…… WOOOWWWWWWWWWW.
A new world just now lifted up from burningmouth's flat-topped cranium………..

It was another reality lifting up like a waving, two dimensional molecular ribbon as wide as the Sacramento valley. A man from this other world was holding his arm out as if he were a border agent grasping the edge of a parallel world tightly in his hand. When the flag-shaped, two dimensional world/reality lifted up, he sailed away as if he and his bordering arms were imprinted
in a cloth
from a mast
on a salvia ship
destined for another world.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Trippin Thru 2012 With Salvia (8-30-12)

The following video is a good example of how not to exit an apartment while tripping on salvia.


OK -- I’ve been trying something new lately -- namely, lighting up in the afternoon. There’s one problem with lighting up in the afternoon...

Hell. I just lit up. I was sitting in my chair with ear plugs in my ears. The lights were out. I had just carefully placed the pipe on the floor. The visuals were starting to invade my eyelids. A giant, rotating, cartoon wheel was slicing through my mind, when suddenly I hear….
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK,” at the front door.

And here’s what’s so freaky….
After hearing the knocking, I momentarily got paranoid. Then, after about two seconds, amnesia completely wiped clean the memory of someone at my front door, and I continued on with my salvia hallucination. SHIT. I was completely beyond any type of interaction with the everyday, material world around me. Whoever that was knocking on my front door, sorry, whoever you are. I’M GONE.

And where was I? Shit. Like I said, my conscious mind was totally involved with some Technicolor, cartoon mind-wheel churning through my brain. I was absorbed in these micro realities pressing against the outer edges of my eyeballs. These micro realities were like individual soap operas going on inside my head.

Now here’s what’s really interesting:
These micro soap operas were somehow associated with the biology of my visual cortex. I could see the outer edges of these worlds pressing tightly against some hyper dimensional, concave surface. Each one of these micro soap operas was vying for its precious micro moment in the mind-sun. I could see all those individual soap opera edges peeling or pressing against that hardened, hyper dimensional (edge of the eyeball) surface.

These were all different world scenarios playing out in my hallucination. But they all seemed so real. It’s as if our material world is but one soap opera pressing against that same hyper dimensional surface; one soap opera amongst hundreds, thousands, billions of separate soap operas each playing out, each running its individual course.

Shit. That knocking on the door was totally obliterated by my hallucination.
Damn. I live in an apartment complex. Some maintenance guy could have opened the door and walked into my bedroom.

“Excuse me, sir. We got a call about a broken water pipe in the building.”
“Broken water pipe? Uh, no…no, man. I swear I was just using a regular, wooden pipe. Oh, crap. I just spilled it all over the floor. Damn, that was expensive shit.”
“What are you talking about sir. Are you OK?”
“Yeah…yeah…yeah. Shit… Am I laying flat on my back on the floor? Oh, man. Really, I’m OK. Don’t call the cops. What world are we in? Are you in my world?”
“Sir, do you have an emergency number I can call?”
“…I’m coming out of it. I’m coming out of it. Jesus. I feel like I just disembarked from a gnarly circus ride.” I’m OK now. Everything’s OK”


I did another hit of 18x. I could feel the salvia wheel in my conscious brain churning like a gear through warm molasses. The rotating salvia wheel is more primordial than our everyday, material world. Our everyday world is secondary.

Human beings such as ourselves are like tiny, robotic ants scurrying around transforming natural resources into material goods. ‘Outside Beings’ are monitoring our situation. HELL -- THEY’RE MONITORING MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW !!!!
(schizophrenic warning light is now flashing)

Anyway, the earth-based salvia divinorum plant is like a flash drive containing salvinorin software. This software allows tripping humans the ability to see OUTSIDE THE ROBOTIC BOX.

Our everyday, material world is the ground floor of a strange and secretive civilization. Salvinorin software contains the pass codes allowing us the ability to glimpse floors ‘2’ and above.

So what is floor number two? How about a rotating swirl containing sideways views of digitized neighborhoods. Out they come, salvia beings leaving their plasma homes and spiraling towards us, engorging themselves with our world's molecular components. Fully realized as human clones, their arms are now outstretched in gestures of goodwill.

Astounded, we stiffen up and pronounce,
“Hello, space clones, what world are you from?”
They immediately answer,
“We’re from salvia space. Didn’t you see our world open up like a giant, two dimensional fractal petal? And here we are, once wound up like algorithmic cork-screws -- now unfurled into three dimensional life. And what a nice world you earth dwellers have here, if you don’t mind us saying so.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Can Salvia Lead People To God?

"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?

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.


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 I had a choice between staying there in salvia land or returning here to consensus reality.

I knew this was a big deal as it was happening. My heart was grinding as if it was about to stop beating. If it had stopped beating, I would have been gently taken away by all the crisscrossing arms/hands. They looked like balloon animal arms. They were human/angel arms but they looked like balloon arms.

There was no rotation. There were no wheels. There were beings, but they were there only to help me navigate between the two worlds of life and (death/salvialand).

This experience was totally new. Totally unexpected. It was all about CROSSING OVER. Death seemed like no big deal. The beings were there to help me make the transition.

This trip had a major life and AFTERLIFE quality to it. The beings were part of the afterlife.

Death is not something to be feared. It is simply a crossing over from one realm to the next. Beings are there to help you when the time comes. It is creepily joyful.


I just did a hit of plain leaf. It's funny how salvia can immediately give someone a reverence for 'the moment'.

Prior to taking the hit, my relationship with my surrounding reality was the usual ennui, the usual boredom with a touch of angst. After the visual eye candy ceased, I was bathed in the moment, a sacred awareness of the spacious and open world I was embedded in. If only I could have captured this feeling for a much longer duration. Wherever I stood, I would be in direct contact with 'the moment'. The moment that magically shuts away all graspings for secondary things. Just the primary moment.......that is, until the last of the salvinorin molecules slip through the hour glass.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Our Dead End Street is Pressed Against Uncollapsed Worlds

I received a frantic phone call from a friend who lives in my apartment complex. He resides in the basement studio, which is somewhat larger than a shoebox. He calls it his man cave, but it looks more like a bomb shelter. When I arrived, he was sitting on a foam pad in front of his 40 inch TV home entertainment center. All sorts of cords and wires were radiating from the back of his rig onto a surge protector. I walked up to his only window and looked outside. I had to tilt my eyes upward, as my head was almost at ground level. I turned around toward my friend who now seemed more relaxed. He looked up at me and said,
“I might sound crazy, but our dead end street is pressed against uncollapsed worlds.”

My first question was, “Are you stoned? I thought you were off weed.”
He answered, “I smoked some 20x.”
“Yeah. One very good hit. Could you get me a Coke from the fridge?”
I walked over to the kitchenette and grabbed a couple of sodas. After handing him one, I sat down on the floor and asked, “What the fuck do you mean, uncollapsed worlds?”
He took a sip of soda and replied, “I’ll get to that, but first I need to start from the beginning.”

A smile then came over his face, and he snuggled his back against the wall. “You know how the feeling hits you sometimes, the feeling that says the time is now right to smoke some salvia? Well, this morning the feeling hit me, and so I emptied some 20x into my bowl. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. My mind was totally open, totally empty. I was a bit nervous so I decided to turn on my Christmas lights.”
The lights were still on, a long line of multicolored LEDs snaking across one wall of the underground studio.

My friend continued. “I was standing by my kitchen counter when I took the hit. After a couple of seconds, I noticed the Christmas lights reflecting off the counter. Each individual light seemed to transform into a little cartoon image. Soon there were dozens of dancing cartoon cells slowly disappearing into my countertop. I looked around and saw that everything was composed of these cartoon cells. They were like tiny bacteria taking over the structure of everything in my apartment. I suddenly realized that I was tripping hard, so I made my way over to my meditation pad. This is where everything started to get weird”

Holding the soda in his hand, he continued the story.
"I sat down and immediately forgot who I was. My body seemed to spread out like paste. It was like I was smeared along the inside of a balloon. I was tranquillized. I couldn’t move any of my muscles. My mind refused to think. All I could do was go along for the ride. It felt like my inner being was the needle inside the groove of a record. Liquid wax was streaming pass me creating a salvia tunnel of animated objects embedded onto its waxy surface. Everything became very, very familiar. This new cartoon groove world was the real world, and my old body-world was a thing of the distant past. The key to the familiarity was the matter-of-factness of salvia reality. Of course it was the real world. Its realness was so strong that there was no reason to place its strangeness into my brain’s memory bank. Every now and then I would get glimpses of realities spinning past me in alternate grooves. People were exiting the grooves of adjacent salvia worlds and streaming into my mind. They had been living in their own neighborhoods -- groove neighborhoods -- uncollapsed worlds -- potential worlds erupting into and out of my mind.”

My friend wiped beads of sweat off his forehead before reaching for the TV remote. He looked apprehensively at me and asked, “You don’t think I'm crazy, do you?”
While pondering a reply to his question, I began to hear music coming from his TV. It was from a Looney Tunes cartoon. I walked over to the window and stared out at our neighbors participating in their morning rituals. As I watched a man patiently wait for his crouching dog to take a shit, I said softly, “I wonder if our neighborhood is the real Looney Tunes animation playing out.” I turned my head in the direction of my friend to see his response, but he hadn’t heard me. He was too involved with the pictures flickering on his wide-screen.


Years ago, humans believed that the world was flat, that the earth was the center of the universe. Since then, we have discovered that the universe is composed of billions of galaxies each with billions of stars. Reality seems to be getting more and more strange. Are we at the end of this strangeness? Currently, the popular belief is that there is only one human existence operating in space/time. Salvia users report seeing other worlds containing other beings. Do these beings have any objective existence, or are they merely processing out of our individual minds, like dreams?

I believe that these salvia worlds might be alternative universes collapsing and uncollapsing all around us. Maybe our universe isn’t the only universe. Maybe your individual neighborhood is actually pressed against potential, alternate, human containing neighborhoods that flicker on and off throughout the quantum universe.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

A Lady Wearing Dainty White Gloves

She's attractive. I wonder how her life evolved after that trip? I can see her hanging out in some coffee shop conversing with Jack Kerouac. "I wish I could talk in technicolor", she would tell Jack. Kerouac would answer, "I wish I could type in technicolor."


Rabbit dives headfirst down the rabbit hole.
Pokes his head out, looks at you and says..........

"Do you guys experience visuals that enMESH with your tripping mind, creating a structure made out of interconnecting, solid, metallic pieces that, while always entwined, move up and down and all around creating forms while still maintaining their interconnectedness? And do you FEEL this structure as it becomes you? And is it HEAVY like a visual carpet made of parallel bicycle chains? Weighty? Settling down like a twisting, rolling montrously half alive half machine THING moving and churning and creating objects out of itself?"

-A long line of tiny black cats were running in place as their furry bodies curved up a tea cup being lifted up by a lady wearing dainty white gloves.

“What’s going on?” the lady said politely, looking at her legs that seemed to go on for miles.
“Did you put something in my tea?” she asked, somewhat hesitantly.
“Who are you speaking to?” another lady enquired.
“I really don’t know. Who am I?”
“You’re you, dear.“ the other lady replied.

The lady with the white gloves dropped her teacup, and she watched it descend in slow motion, eventually smashing into the yellow tiled dining room floor. Instead of fragments of the cup’s fine china careening outwardly, the lady with the white gloves saw tiny, shiny hummingbirds radiating from the point of impact.

“Oh my,” the lady with the white gloves gasped. “I don’t think I’m quite right at all. What in heaven’s name did you put in that tea?”
The other lady answered, “Oh, you must mean the crystals of pure salvinorin that I told you to place under your tongue. Did you get an effect?”


The lady with the white gloves began twisting to her right, her body slicing away into anotheREALITY. Her outstretched hand pressed against a transparent membrane embedded with dozens of tiny black mice.
“Wow, woW, wow, wOw ,woW. I really need to get home."
“You have a new home,” the other lady said. You’re with us now. You can’t go back.”

The lady with the white gloves placed her fingers inside her mouth.
“PATOOUUY,” she spit, running as fast as she could out the front door of the other lady’s house.

The other lady walked over and looked out her window. “I forgot to get her name,” she said softly to herself, as she placed the vial of pure salvinorin back into its secret place.

-Dioxippus, here's a bus ride that will take us to nowhereland:

Ken Kesey is driving the bus – straight out of the Oregon State Hospital in Salem, OR.
Outside it's a cold 42 degrees Fahrenheit. There's a cloudy wind blowing. Red and purple leaves rustle along the side of the road which leads to the pacific coast.

Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady are also on the bus. A lot of craziness is being generated. Craziness that begins to merge with the bus' rusty suspension. Crazy sounds and crazy beats and a crazy rhythm snake their way upward like a vibrating, slithering Rock n' Roll Cobra.

“There's a signpost up ahead,” says the grimacing, unibrow guy dressed in black and white, scrolling vertically.
Smoking a ciga.... NO! Smoking Salvia!


Ken Kesey's face smashes through the tripping bus' front windshield. But his face just keeps on going, joining up with other faces, other authors, other voices, all staring outwardly, all rotating around a central mass, all connected along the outer rim of a giant, semi-organic wheel: dozens – hundreds – thousands of vacant, silent faces staring outwardly -- watching, guarding, rotating.

“THIS GUY IS FUCKED UP!!!” says the paramedic, as he rolls Ken Kesey's body over.

Kesey opens his left eye and looks around. The paramedic is stretched out like a kaleidoscopic butterfly. His flattened body is pressed against the earth like a biological peeling of some kind. Kesey then realizes the entirety of everything is likewise pressed into the topography of the landscape surrounding him.

The flattened paramedic looks down at Kesey's face and whispers, “Hey buddy. You're doing fine. You're going to be all right.”
Kesey, his heart racing, asks, “Who are you?”
The flattened paramedic answers, “I'm your salvia benefactor. I watch over you.”
“What?” says Kesey.
The flattened paramedic continues, “Look. We don't have much time. I just exited the year 2017. Some heavy shit is going down in 2017. An extremely advanced alien culture from a parallel dimension is invading the Earth. They're taking over all of the Earth's major institutions. They're inhabiting the bodies of just about everyone working for the TV networks, especially the news media. The announcers, the reporters, the stories themselves are being secretly manipulated, even faked, by an alien force. People gazing at their TVs aren't aware that the reporters are nothing more than
Kesey raises his head and inquires with a quizzical look, “Flickering pod people with phony affects?”

“Sshhhhhhh, says the kaleidoscopic voice!! I have to go now. The paramedic is reappearing. Good Bye, and please....
“Post it?”

And believe it or not, Ken Kesey eventually does just that -- in a prankster kind of way.
...emphasis on 'or not'.
But it's still all true

Friday, July 27, 2012

Salvia X Files: "The Matrix Uncovered"


FrenchMachine clued me in on a couple of trip reports involving wheels and doppelgangers. Especially vivid is FunkMasterShroom's report. It opens up a world only salvianauts have ever experienced. I can't think of anyone with the same level of Frenchy's exploratory zeal. Also, he is the first person I know of who posted about wheels/gears being tended by salvia beings.

Here is a snippet from one of his old posts:

"So now I'm staring THROUGH my room which is now completely flat & see through…and on the other side of this I see the same fucking thing that I have been seeing for quite some time now. I SEE ROWS OF THESE TURNING/ROTATING GEARS/WHEELS AND A BUNCH OF THE SAME EXACT BEINGS/PEOPLE DOING SOMETHING. I cant tell if these Beings/People are operating the wheels & making them turn or if they are watching over them, but whatever it is they are definitely doing something. It’s like they are doing some kind of work. I cannot stress enough that these Beings/People are exactly the same every time I see them".

Wheels are a common theme in salvia induced visuals. The wheel phenomenon is probably why many users of salvia describe a “carnivalesque” type of sensation. I have also experienced the wheel visual. While tripping I often found my hyper-spacial self being rapidly whisked around and around. It felt like being inside a tornado, inside a hurricane – a hallucinogenic, rotating, circular behemoth containing linear spokes composed of CADlike humanoids (as if created with a computer aided design program). I still don't understand the reason for the appearance of the humanoids -- molded together like paper dolls.

The following two trip reports give compelling suggestions as to what might be occurring in an individual human being's existential life. The similar scenarios shine a fascinating and bizarre light on these structurally engineered, hyper dimensional wheels.

Both reports also mention being “squished”. I have experienced on many occasions my fleshly existence being forcefully flattened down into a topographical sense of awareness locked in between a system of layer-worlds.

Here is the first trip report from Anonymous that FM linked.
(with some grammar corrections)

"I loaded the bong full of this salvia, took as big of a rip i could...held it for as long as i could...and then it set in. 

It was at the time, I felt like i was in a different world of the living. It was controlled by a man, this man was the god of this world. It had nothing but a lot of these rotating circles. The world was white, no colors in the distance, just white. I noticed that if I looked closer at these rotating circles, they had people attached covering the edges to roll on these people as if there was a human stamp/wheel. There were that meant there were 10 people on these rotating circles. I looked closer, and it was 10 separate people identical to me. It felt like I was being squished, and almost like the edging or outline of my body, was being ripped off, and regrown as if it was being duplicated. Sure enough I was a whole army of me, being duplicated out of these 10 me as a first person view this time (it was third person up until now) and needless to say, I felt like I was stuck here, like a white oblivion created by this "god or ruler" of this world. I asked "what are you doing? Who are you?" No this time, i was coming down off the trip..but I was still seeing a lot of craziness. It was starting to speed up, but then started to be a flip picture book of this white oblivion, and I heard the guy say "This is my world, how did you get here...You're not meant to be here!" and I was on the sidewalk, laying down.

My friends were looking at me like I was crazy. I asked them "What the hell guys....what the fuck just happened?" They all told me I was in the car, then outside of the car, and started to yell "WHAT THE FUCK!" at the top of my lungs, even to the point of where spit was flying from my mouth. They also said my face turned bright red. Right after that, I was sitting in the car. We drove around to get some a/c. I was truly robbed of my peace of mind. But if that wasn't enough, I hit some more salvia an hour after this. I hit it twice, and nothing new world...I just kept thinking about my previous trip, the sounds I heard, the feelings, and the thoughts I had, what was happening in this new found place? What was the guy doing? Who was he. Nothing from this experience could be explained. I still want answers. So before you think of trying salvia, you might want to reconsider it, because I know I was far from mentally prepared for this…"

Interesting so far? Now here’s FunkMasterShroom's report.

(snip) with paragraph breaks and some grammar corrections

“Now, I placed what I thought was a small amount of 20x extract into my bong, mixed with a little bit of a JWH018 smoking blend, and ripped one fat hall off it, to do a small tester dose. 

Next thing I know, I'm blasted into full salvia land. But it was lagged, like I would progress through the experience, but be lagging behind somehow, then suddenly catch up; and I/it would lag again, and catch up, and so on.
But by contrast, it seemed to be fluid at the same time. Very strange, and difficult to explain.

Now, as I feel the familiar taste, and smell, and sensations of pressure, and stretching through my body, the reality around seemed to freeze. This reality and I were almost as if between reality. 
To the left of me near the door of my apartment, (I was on the living room couch), suddenly a Zipper unfolds.. Literally, a zipper in the fabric of this reality. And out through this zipper stepped two of my best friends, Shae25 here on the shroomery, and his gf, though I somehow knew it wasn’t really them. It was other beings, and they were using these forms at the moment. For my ease/familiarity, or what, idono? They both walked up to me with large grins on their faces, but a strange almost regretful look in their eyes. During this the lag-catch-up process was still happening, I believe this was due to the DXM.

Anyway, I had the most terrible feeling that something was wrong (as I often do with Salvia, not to mention a painful sensation horizontally through my face, and my waist), and A(shae's gf) started to speak to me. Saying something along the lines of "Oh, look, you smoked salvia again, we didn't expect you to do this. Don't you remember what happens? Now we have to go through all this again."

As she said this, I couldn’t find myself able to speak, but somehow I was communicating with them telepathically. And they convinced me somehow that I had to leave now. I didn't understand what that meant, but suddenly they showed me all the different frames of myself in the now moment. I could see all the different moments of me stretching off behind into the past, and way off in front of me into the future. I was looking at it from a 3rd/part perspective, and there I was sitting on the couch, with all these other moments of me going off through the walls into the past and future(what I'd consider to be depth-perception of the 4th dimension) . As I was observing this, I focused in on the person 3 moments behind where I was when I just entered this Salvia realm, and A suddenly told me that they would switch the present me, with the 3rd me 3 moments earlier. 

I didn’t quite grasp what all this meant at the time, but suddenly I was back in 1st/person perspective. Shae/A turned to their right, and this giant turning wheel/cog came up out of reality into my living room. It was covered in bodies; my bodies, all wearing different outfits, a huge collection of me's piled together into this gigantic wheel. Shae/A(the beings) looked at the wheel and it rolled (like the giant wheel on the price is right), and they scanned through the bodies a bit, before stopping, and then levitated one of the me's from the wheel down next to me. At this point I was feeling my body a lot more, and It felt like my legs were stuck inside the floor/couch. I couldn’t move my lower half, and could barely move my arms, but I could look around easily enough. I felt trapped though, and it was painfully so. 

As they summoned this other me next to me, he was in a catatonic like state, but was standing, and gently came out of it. He looked at me, and smiled and said Hi, and I looked back to Shae/A and they kinda smiled and shrugged. There was a very carnival-esc feeling, but with a nightmarish undertone. Big grins and smiling faces, but dark and menacing feelings in my gut/intuition.. 

I then began to shift to my left, and slide over towards the wheel. I suddenly got even more scared, because I wasn’t ready to leave, I didn’t even know what was going to happen. They kind of said goodbye, and just plainly watched me shift over (my legs still paralyzed feeling, I was trying to get up and stop myself) with smiles on their faces, that weird regretful look in their eyes (except the other me, I looked kinda confused, and waved at me.) Just before I was about to go into the bottom of the giant body wheel, I managed to lift my arms up, and actually open my mouth to speak. It felt as though I was sinking into a catatonic like state, like what the other me was in before he came off the wheel. 

I asked out loud "What's going to happen to me!?" with and intense feeling of fear and regret for putting myself into this position (I had totally forgotten I had smoked saliva, and this all seemed vividly real, if not at all normal.)
I was sort of shifted into and under the wheel, like on a conveyor belt, and as I went under it all went black. Light appeared again, and I was in a small and yet giant square room, with other bodies of me packed onto the walls, and ceiling. There was one of me hanging from the ceiling from his waste as well, smiling down at me, with a look of "You-know-what’s-coming."

In the background outside this room, i could hear huge crashing noises, that were getting closer and closer, and it suddenly dawned on me, that I was in a crushing room: rooms where people go to be squished into liquid. I looked to either side of me down this room, and the walls were doing the horror-movie-hall-stretch thing, and I knew they were about to close in on me any moment. I looked up at the ceiling me, and said something like "Oh so this is what happens, you die(or something.. whatever just happened to me, like I said, i forgot i smoked salvia) and the 'higher' dimensional beings just squish you into nothingness.. Wonderful." 

I was filled with horror, fear, and then a wave of acceptance came over me, because I knew I was stuck, and there was no way out. I said goodbye to all my loved ones, and waited, watching suddenly as the walls started rushing towards me. 

Just as the walls closed in, all went black, and after a moment I was standing in my living room again. I WAS NOW THE OTHER ME THAT THEY PICKED OUT!... I could barely believe it. I was this new(old from the past) me, and had the memory of the last me just being squished and all that. It was dramatically flabbergasting. Shae/A then told me that I had to try and fit back into the right spot, before I did the trip. I then suddenly saw the 4D expression of all the other me's stretching out into the past and future, and I felt myself (remember noclipping from FPS?) go through the wall behind my couch, and try to hover/fly into the exact spot so I could return to reality. 

Now this is where it got really painful, as I was starting to come back to this reality, but was somehow unable to fit right into the proper frame/position. It was exceedingly painful throughout my entire body, but particular in my lower back and my lower face; again like a horizontal line of pain in both places.

Finally I strained and pushed, and made my way into the right spot, and the time freeze left, and I looked around and noticed I didn’t even see Shae/A leave. But they were gone, and the zipper opening was gone as well.
Due to the DXM I kept having the lag effect, where I would fall back into the whole experience over and over and stay stuck in it for a few moments, before snapping back out. This was very much like vividly reliving a memory. It was strange, and I was remembering that I had just smoked salvia, and it made me feel like I couldn’t quite get myself back to normal.. Again the DXM- which I also just remembered I was on.”---


^^Pretty intense salvia trip. No wonder some people freak out while smoking salvia.

Salvia has given us a rare glimpse at a mechanical system within hyperspace that is somehow constantly replicating different versions of humans tripping on salvia (to be selectively sent back to the material world). Doppelgangers are all q'ed up as if on an assembly line. These two reports (like others I have read) give us a sense of the panic that trippers feel while struggling to find their true place in the doppelganger sequence chain. Who knows if we are the same person we were before the trip began? Perhaps we die and are born again and again and again.

Also, this fits in nicely with the ‘simulation’ hypothesis. Perhaps people tripping on salvia are able to scope-out the Matrix; and by scoping-out the Matrix, they inevitably meet up with the operator/operators of the simulation/Matrix.

These are just two reports. You could probably find twenty more similar reports on the internet.

For an alternative explanation of the doppelgangers, Google "redgreenvines frame stacking".

Later, salvia brothers and sisters.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Gone in Sixty Seconds

Consensus Man walked into his bathroom and turned on the light. His pipe and 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 extract 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 then 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 exhaust duct.

<-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 wobbly. He was also getting the strange impression that the bathroom's ceiling was unscrewing from the rest of the bathroom like a bottle cap.

<-9 sec> 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.


<+1 sec> Retinal Boy awakened from his dream and felt the recliner’s cushion underneath his arms. 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 eyes at the scene in front of him. In the area around his feet he could see tiny Gumby and Pokey characters from the old stop motion 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 saw that he was firmly attached to a large roller coaster type of structure. It was made entirely of Gumby and Pokey 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 then became aware that the revolving door was displaying portals to 360 separate realities.

<+30 sec> Coming closer, Retinal Boy noticed that each rotating door resembled 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, their emotionless faces pointing straight ahead. He braced for impact and the red warriors reacted quickly, gently catching him like a soft glove.

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

<+45 sec> He now knew what was appearing before him……
a girl with salvia-scope eyes (sung in a dreamy John Lennon voice).

<+49 sec> Her body made of red warriors, she held the frame of a painting in her left hand. In her right hand she grasped Retinal Boy as if he were a tube of paint. She began to squeeze Retinal Boy until quivering, gelatinous colors started streaming out of his brain. Like tiles being blown from the roof of his mind, they flowed toward the expansively empty space within the painting.

<+56 sec> Retinal Boy watched the gel-like space in the painting begin to fill up with his multitudinous brain tiles. He was beginning to understand what the painting was trying to convey, but before he totally figured it out, BEFORE HE FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THE EVASIVE SECRET
...his brain was completely sucked dry...

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

Monday, July 9, 2012

Lady Salvia's Neighborhood

My neighbors and I live between Hustle and Bustle, two towns separated by a hilly outgrowth of tall trees and snuggled-in homes. Our street is a cul-de-sac that we call ‘Psychedelic Circle’. It’s a tiny community unlike anything you have ever seen.

A few moments ago, I was gazing in the direction of my next door neighbor’s porch. Suddenly, a large wet tongue protruded out the front door carrying my neighbor to the mail box. She was actually standing on the tip of a wet, pink tongue. In her left hand was a glass water pipe. Pulling in a lungful of smoke, she glanced over at me with a knowing look of recognition. And then, just as suddenly as it appeared, the wet tongue retracted backwards into her front door, carrying the lady and her mail.

Simultaneously, across the street from her, ‘Checkers’ was patrolling his front lawn, occasionally sniffing the ground in front of his nose. He had the appearance of a two dimensional red and black checkerboard. He was only three inches wide, but his other dimensions were normal.
Checkers sped up to me and panted, “I think it’s 428 feet.”
“What’s 428 feet?”, I asked.
“The circumference of our cul-de-sac. Two times Pi times the radius equals the circumference.” Checkers then stiffened up and stared off at nothing in particular. After a few seconds, a steaming little loaf of shit exited his hinder.
Eyeing him with a look of contempt, I said, “Really, was that necessary?”
He responded, “What…? I’m a dog!”
Checkers then turned up his nose, twirled 195 degrees to the left, stopped, adjusted 15 degrees to the right, and pranced away.

The other neighbors were already beginning to congregate on Terence McKenna’s front lawn. People of all ages were passing around pipes, and the aroma of cannabis, incense and peppermints punctuated the air. Every Saturday as the sun was going down, the ghost of Terence McKenna would walk out onto his front porch and sit in a rocking chair. He would then speak eloquently about all things cosmic. He had a remarkable voice. It resonated out of his translucent mouth and nose, drifting across the cul-de-sac. Sometimes, when the stars came out, and if you were in the right frame of mind, you could see photons streaming down onto the roof of Terence’s house; photons from a light source far away; shimmering echoes reverberating from the transcendental object at the end of time.

Directly opposite McKenna’s house was a strange and mysterious residence. It was a dome-like dwelling with an exterior framework made of what looked like stick-figure humanoids. Connected together by reaching out to one another, these humanoids resembled reinforcing iron rods. But they weren’t made of iron. Rather, they were part of a root system that snaked upwards from the ground, enveloping the entirety of the dome‘s surface. Filling in the gaps between the root latticework were large, organic flower petals.

A door composed of wood imported from Oaxaca, Mexico slowly opened. The humanoid root system covering the house displayed a kind of reverence as Lady Salvia exited the door into her yard. She had golden brown hair that spiraled down past her shoulders. In her hand was an old fashioned can with a curved spout. Walking to the center of her yard, she tilted the can, allowing rivulets of water, the color of diamonds, to flow into the ground.

Almost immediately, the far end of Lady Salvia’s front yard began to shake violently. The ground unzipped. And then, as if on cue, Mazatec ancestors rocketed from the underworld, rising like bursts of lava into the sky.


Sometimes the people of Hustle and Bustle would talk about observing strange sights, but they never suspected it all originated from our hidden away cul-de-sac that we lovingly called ‘Lady Salvia's Neighborhood’.