I'm constantly having these experiences with Salvia. It's gone way beyond eerie or creepy into the realm of real, measurable phenomenon.
I've had coworkers laugh and call me nuts when I tell them about dreams I have or the daily deja vus. One guy I worked with about a year ago got very interested and asked if there was some way that I could prove that what I was experiencing was real. So I did.
This guy, let's call him Garret, started working with me in a restaurant kitchen. He was a young guy, about eight years younger than myself. I was his boss and trainer, and I showed him a lot of things I learned in culinary school, on my own just cooking as a hobby, and the ability to feel "the pulse" of the kitchen (that's what I call it, the general flow and timing of a busy restaurant kitchen). Some people have it naturally, others work at it and learn, and still others work hard at it and never truly "get it". This kid was built for a line. Physically, personality, just a great guy to have in there with you during a Friday dinner rush.
So after several months of working together almost everyday, we began talking more and more. He told me about psychic phenomenon he had experienced while on mushrooms. His mother had done tarot card readings and palm readings out of their house when he was a young kid
So the conversations started shifting into strange territory to point where other coworkers would catch snippets of things said back and forth between us and would get faces like this:
One Monday lunch it was just Garret and I in the kitchen and the head Chef came on line to help through the rush and make some food for himself. We went about our conversation as we normally would, neither of us cared whether other people thought we were crazy. We were discussing shapeshifting reptilioids and illuminati stuff and my boss turns to me and says, "You guys really need to get laid or something. You sound like a couple of nutjobs." We laughed and changed the subject. The rush ended and the Chef made some jambalaya (it was outstanding, that dish) and took off to eat and finish up for the day.
So recently Garret and I had been talking about my dreams and my seemingly real ability to predict future events at random. He said he had come up with a way so that I could prove it to him. I agreed. His test was to get me to predict what the Chef would make for lunch tomorrow, as he is not the type to eat the same thing every day. I don't think I saw him have the same thing two days in a row except for once when I made this huge pot of bouillabaisse and he loved it. I figured it was a good test and that hopefully I could get some information in my dream that night or even in the morning or on the way to work. I didn't feel like I had to prove anything, but I wanted to
It was just something fun, something interesting.
I went home that night and went about my usual routine (meditation, some yoga poses, a hit or two of Salvia leaf). As soon as I took the hit I heard ducks quacking and the sound of water splashing. Then the visuals rushed in with these yellow and shiny green tones (like the head of a mallard) I felt intense heat as well, which is normal for me after hitting Salvia, but it seemed more intense than usual. Almost like being burned, very uncomfortable. The trip wound down and faded in its normal fashion. I thought, well, there's no way he's having duck. First of all, he doesn't even like duck. Second, we don't serve it at the restaurant, it's not on the menu at any time of year. I though maybe something Indian? Spicy? Chili peppers maybe, because of the intense heat I felt. They were just guesses at best, so I just shrugged it off and hoped maybe I would have a dream about it.
I got into bed, my kitty laying on my pillow. I stayed awake a little later than I normally do reading a book. The conversations Garret and I had that day kept playing over in my mind. I held onto the thought of a big chalk board that you would have outside like a cafe or small restaurant that you would write the daily lunch specials on it. I would write "Todays lunch special..." on the board over and with my mind. I drifted off to sleep after a while and slept through the night.
I awoke and got up, realizing I hadn't had any dreams. That is something of a rarity for me. I am an accomplished lucid dreamer and become lucid almost every night. My dreams are always very vivid and involved, and my recall has become very sharp. It was sort of confusing to me. Like I wasn't being given any information purposely. The universe telling me, "You're on your own on this one." In the shower I kept thinking, "it's gotta be something spicy like a curry or maybe chile rellenos or something." I was literally wracking my brain trying to come up with some connection between the visions and Chef's lunch.
I don't drive, so on the way to work (public transportation) I usually just read my book or listen to music. I couldn't focus on my book (even though it was very good and I couldn't put it down the night before) and I found my mp3 player battery dead, having forgot to charge it. Oh well I thought, and stared out the window.
About two blocks from where I get on the bus, a mother and her little daughter get on. I don't think I've seen them before, but like I said I usually keep my head down and read or listen to music and ignore everything around me. The mother is very pretty, wearing a sort of sun dress, dark brown hair. Her daughter looks like her mother. She comes running down the isle as the mother is paying at the front of the bus. The driver (him I do know, he's notorious for driving too fast) closes the doors right behind her and starts driving before she's even got her hand out of her purse. The daughter loses her balance and comes clear off the ground just as she's passing me. Luckily I have good reflexes because I catch her just before she does a face plant in the isle. The mother thanks me profusely, curses the driver, and they sit in front of me.
My racing heart slows down to its normal rhythm, and I continue to stare out the window. I listen to the mother and daughter talk absent mindedly. The little girl keeps figgeting and her mother keeps telling her to sit still. Eventually it draws my attention and I take a closer look at the pair.
The mother has a yellow hair clip. Her dress is a dark green. The little girl, I shit you not, has a ducky on her little t-shirt. That awesome wave of deja vu washes over me, so familiar. Now normally this is when I realize "this was in my dream". but I can't recall any dreams from last night at all. I start listening to them talk intently. The daughter keeps saying she wants to go to her Nana's house. The mother says no, they have to go meet her friend at a restaurant. The daughter says no, the food is too spicy. My ears perk up like a dog about to get a treat. They argue back and forth, the little girl very upset now that she cannot see her Nana today and that the restaurant serves nothing but hellfire.
They get off at the terminal and don't get on the next bus I take to work. For a minute I was almost certain the restaurant the little girl hated so much was the one I currently worked at
I tried to read my book again, still couldn't focus. I read the same paragraph over several times and then gave up. My mind was preoccupied with the whole mother and daughter scene, that I had no dream recall whatsoever, and that I still wasn't sure what the hell Chef was going to have for lunch.
I get to work and start the line up, say hi to everyone. Garret shows up ten minutes late. Chef shows up just before lunch and that's when Garret says, "So what's on the menu for today sir?" smiling at me.
I tell him that I couldn't remember my dreams and that the only thing I could come up with was either duck a l'orange or some sort of spicy thai curry. He says something like "Aaawww, that's bullshit, I knew you were full of it"
I laugh and say, okay, it's definitely duck a l'orange, and he's having a port wine with it. Garret saya, "doesn't he hate duck?" And I reply, "Yeah, he can't stand it, but that's what he's having."
Lunch rush goes by as usual. We rock it. Something like 40 tables. Chef says he's starving. Garret looks sidelong at me, smirking. I ask, "What'll it be today Chef?" He says, "I want some thai curry so bad, but I brought a lunch from home today." I say, "Oh really? What is it?" to which he replies, "Left overs from last night. Duck a l'orange."
Garret loses his mind right on the spot
He's laughing and yelling, "No f***ing way, no f***ing way!" Then he asks Chef, "You guys were in on it together, I know it. You don't even like duck!" Chef has no idea what he's talking about, and I fill him in. He says, "You're right though, I don't normally eat duck. My 88 year old
Nana came to visit and made it special and I actually enjoyed it." I suggest, "A nice port to accompany that?" And then it's Chef's turn to get freaked out
He laughs and says something like, "You oughtta get a crystal ball and start charging."
It seems I'm somewhat limited to rather inane or unimportant things in what I can predict. If it's something directly related to me or my life it comes through stronger and I can predict more important things. But for others, I'm usually limited to parlor tricks
After that it was fun for Garret to give me things to try to predict. Like what, if anything, we might be missing on a food order. Or if someone was going to be late or call in that day. I kept getting them right until I predicted that his girlfriend was going to break up with him and he was going to lose his new cell phone he had juts purchased days earlier. I think when I predicted that one it was too close to home for him. Chef's lunch or the dishwasher showing up an hour late was one thing. Something that personal rattled him a bit, and he stopped asking me to predict. I did a couple little ones for him without being asked, and he seemed uninterested. Funny how squeamish some people get when it seems like you know exactly what's going to happen in their future
Just last week during a sub breakthrough DMT experience I got some insight into one of my dogs health. It showed me that there was some growth near her reproductive system. I took her to the vet and she's scheduled to have her ovaries removed because the vet wasn't sure if the tumor could become cancerous and spread. The tumor is still very small, and he says I'm lucky I brought her in and got it looked after so soon. I thank the elves and whatever sort of consciousness we tap into when we take this molecule into our bodies. I know my puppy will be happy and live many more years, and I'm very thankful for it
