gammagore wrote:[quote=911aware].......
but i cant seem to post yet for some reason.
ah, so i need an essay of sorts...yea, i would like to be full member. here is an essay of my salvia experiences (this is before i found the spice
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Taking two big bong hits of some 15x extract, the very fabric of time ripped before me, as I realized that my existence here was nothing more than pages flipping through the universe. For the first time, I understood string theory. Our reality is created by act of God. Constant motion and vibration keep things progressing.
I felt as though I was in the handle of a machine that created reality as we know it. Or, perhaps it was a car on a ferris wheel like device, where my face was scraping on the edge of reality at this point.
As I looked to my sides, I was able to see other "cars" in the ferris wheel, however, their consciousnesses were too heavy to lift themselves up from the spinning game of existence. I gleemed that Salvia was able to lighten my consciousness so that I could lift my head and look around into the reality that surrounds our reality--past the slowing sheets of time and space.
Then, I came to the realization that life is actually a carnival ride. There are souls waiting to enter the ride, and they are holding their ticket. When you commit to getting in the ride/game of "life", you are committed to the ride until your physical body dies.
Everything we do makes a difference in the game that is being played out. In one regard, I could see how some report their experience tells them that everything doesn't matter, since this is fabricated reality anyway, but I came away with a different epiphany:
Don't spit in the ride.
The wheel is moving fast, and if you do, your spittle may end up on your own face, or at least, make the ride less comfortable for the next passenger of life.
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pt 2 (maybe a month of experimenting later)
My last experience with Lady Salvia was very similar to the first report. There weren't any great revelations about myself, but this time it seemed as if I were prepared to pay closer attention to what was actually happening to me. This included looking around at the environment I was taken to.
Normally, I like to enjoy Salvia with a regular bowl of herb. A very conservative sprinkling on pot is an enjoyable, mood lifting experience that is a nice end to the day--very minor hallucinations and a hold-to-hold-back giggle is not threatening or to intense. This time, as the last (profound) time, would have to rate the experience as a level 4 and a half. The reason I give the extra half point was because of my ability to remain connected to this world (more or less), yet still have perception of the other normally prohibited world that I'm getting a glance of.
I sat back in my brown leather recliner chair and took one good bong hit. Being a little hesitant of a bong and not the normal pipe hit, I blew the hit out pretty quickly. The Salvia gave me a slight body tingling, but it was teasing me. If I didn't take another, this would be the only feeling I would get. Lady Salvia would not let me dangle my toe in the pond to test the temp--she wants you to jump in.
I took one more bong hit and held it for 10 seconds. I sat back in the chair. I sat back in the chair, and time...time slowed down. I felt the carnival ride I spoke of before to be accurate, in that there was an effect of centrifugal force creating the motion of life and the universe.
Time and space seemed to shoot through me like sheets. I had read a report from someone else experiencing being able to see through frames of time, and they tried to throw their bong in between the framing time. I suppose this was pretty much the same, but I was glued to the chair at this point. Arms were heavy, breaths seemed to be getting deeper.
My analytical mind started trying to snap me back to reality, and take hold of something in the room. The dog came in, and his steps were extremely slow. I thought at first he was hurt and favoring a leg, but no...he was moving in slow motion, and I could see now waves of reality washing down upon us.
When I described the fact that I finally understand string theory, I wasn't able to describe why at that point. I was able at this point to imagine the continual vibrations of the universe pulsing through the fabric of reality. Motion is necessary for life...motion of vibration. Everything in this reality is made of energy fields that get manipulated by the vibrating universe. A machine..machine created by God which creates the vibrations of existence.
Spinning, pulsing and pressing my consciousness against the wheel. The wheel was my brain being a conduit for the higher consciousness. Normally, we exist in a state where we are unaware of the force that causes us to keep our faces in the water of this reality. Suddenly, I realized that Salvia allows us to lighten our consciousness enough that the centrifugal force of the wheel of consciousness has less effect.
When I allowed myself to "pick my head up" and look around, I saw another reality not meant to be seen. I didn't feel like this was completely taboo, but felt a sense of shame of my naked mind. There was a ripping of time and space before me that spread apart like looking from the inside out of a clam shell, and my little world of a clam was opened to the grandeur of the universe.
I realized as my ego was beginning to shed, that reality as I knew it was a facade. A hologram of vibration that I chose to be a part of. This was the carnival ride perception I felt from before.
I was very heavy in my chair, but I was hanging on. Similar to swinging on a play ground, I was working to hang on to reality while looking around. I saw behind me, a pair of eyes staring at me, and I was in the handle of the machine scraping along to crate the vibrations that create reality. This must be Lady Salvia . It was a god-headish figure that resembled the artwork of royalty on a deck of cards. Elaborate head-dress, defined reds and oranges with fractal-like details that appeared infinite.
Looking to my sides, there were infinite versions of myself sitting in chairs similar to mine, but at different times. Time was stretching, and I was able to see the multiverse as it was multiple versions of myself in every point in time making a tapestry of reality and existence.
I cried out for my wife, not suspecting she wouldn't hear me. I was reaching for my temporal existence at this point, since time had stopped at this point. I was able to roll back these pages of reality to see my dog walking back into the room. I became pretty unconformable at this point, and was wanting to put my face back in the water.
Vibrations of time began collapse, and again, and I knew I was starting to come back. I was still swinging and feeling the waves of reality washing over my frontal cerebral cortex, but my mind was now focusing on the here-and-now more and more.
I stood up, quite shaken, and my balance was off. I collapsed back in my chair, and my breath turned into a sigh of relief. I was covered in sweat. A cold, clammy sweat that dissipated quickly.
I came down stairs and sat with my wife, feeling guilty of escaping the ride we are taking together. Soon, that guilt turned to appreciation of my experience, and once I was able to process it, felt an appreciating for the life I have built. As fictitious as life may be, it is incredibly important to the rest of the universe, as this seems to be the proving ground for something greater.
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here we are in december of 2010, and i haven't touched salvia in a long time. that was just something along the road of discovery. spice is way more comfortable and blissful, and i have gained beautiful insights. hope to share.