oh how how how I am ever going to put this one into words...it will never do it justice and so much will be left out of this report..there was just too much going on.
very close friend came over for a visit, and wanted to go for a hike into the bog..which is very heavy, dense temperate rainforest. It was beautiful outside and the perfect day for it..The changa wasn't ready yet and I had been wanted to have an experience with the sheperdess deep in the woods. I had journeyed there with her before and each time it was amazing..way better than indoors.
So off we went, into the bog. Eventually we came to the spot where I had taken my last bog journey, and off he went to take some photos of plants so I could have space for my experience. I was surrounded with some unidentified plants that share obvious morphological traits with salvia divinorum..some type of sage. Part of the reason I chose this place was becasue of that, and I wanted a cutting to take home and gorw and identify..there were tons of bees checking out the flowers on these plants and the buzzing made a nice ambience with hints of bird songs and rustling trees..
2 full bowls of my homegrown plain leaf were taken and held for as long as possible. Behind closed eyes I waited as the spiraling came on and began to pull me away. I could tell that this one was going to be a breakthrough, it was comming on fast and strong. I asked to be shown the living spirit of the forest, as I had experienced the sage spirit infued throughout the forest in this same spot about 5 years ago..All the bee sounds and birds etc began to sort of merge with my brainwaves and I could feel her again, diffuse throughout the bog..next thing I know I am in another dimension. I wanted to remember this and kept thinking about how I was going to report back to S (my friend)... but that thought quickly turned to thinking that I was going to report back to "them"..meaning S and J (me)..
At this point I was no longer "me", I was just me without that worldy shell and worldy name and everything that goes along with the "me" from this life. I was simply I. I remember that I was telling this to salvia, as she was there with me..or some woman was anyway. I was tellign her that I journeyed here so I could report back to both S and J..
I dont remember what really happened between this egoless me and this woman, but I wasnt afraid or anything, I was ecstatic. This part is unclear so I will skip ahead a bit to when i began to realize that there was really just S and me there, and this startled me, and I could than feel the split that had happened, but I was still in that other place, just beginning to remember that there was another "me", that worldy me. It got confusing but still not frightening. I opened my eyes and all those plants I talked about that were similar in structure to salvia made up rown of patterns, and I could feel my physical body, but it was part of this bigger thing that I knew WAS salvia.
I began making ecstatic moaning noises as I tried to call out to S over in the bushes to tell him how strange this whole thing was, but all I could do was make these noises that felt soooo good and drool.
After a while of the shamanic style moaning and laughing I was back and heard some other people comming through the bush, still far away though so I grabbed my pack and gulped down some juice and we went on our way down the trail, still laughing quiety and frantically trying to explain my experience to S, whcih consisted of me saying "it's so weird!" over and over again..I also had taken my shirt off at some point in the trip due to this crazy sweating..
We went down the trail and found some mushroom growing and took some pictures for later identification, and then found a big raccoon climbing a tree, looking down curiousily checking us out.. we got a bit of space between us as the animal and S said he would like to have an experience at that spot.
So we sat down on the ground of peat, and I loaded up a pipe for him and got another pipe full ready for a second hit. He stated smoking right away without any prep, so I just gave him the next bowl and told him to go with it(not his first time with salvia at all)..he puffed and puffed fearlessly, 3 big bowls, and than stated drooling, ALOT. Like a river out of his mouth. He started speaking to the tree and things around him that I coulnt not see, and moving around all weird, laughing and looking startled and confused at the same time. I could tell he was really far out there.
He started to have a hard time I could tell and was asking what happened and why he couldnt "get back"..it went on like this for about 5 or 6 minutes until he was back enough to give an account..it went like this..
He felt like a cake,lol his words. There was layers to him like a cake has layers, from top to bottom, and they were twisting around..and there were also many many duplicates of him breaking off into alternate dimenions in either direction, stacked like dominoes, and he didn't know which one was the real him. He kept reaching out to me (I was sitting there right with him), and I was telling him to go with it and sit back against the tree..he also kept asking who the other person was and if I could see them. I told him it was the plant and not to be afraid. He was speaking to me this whole time, but it was more of a 3 way conversation to him I guess, as salvia or some other being anyway was there with him as well. For some reason when he was comming back he was worried about his camera, becasue he was getting dimensions mixed up and thought he might be drooling on it(he wasnt at all)..I took his camera anyway to reassure him and he began laughing and laughing until he came back..
He was kinda shook up for a while, and we sat and talked about our experiences and both came to the conclusion that humans in our society dont really have any sort of context to put that experience into, which really makes it hard to interprete let alone integrate. We agreed that it is so weird, there is nothing in our brains data banks to relate the experience to, hence why it really shakes up so many people and they never ever want to try it again.
Anyways that was how our journey into the bog went..
Long live the unwoke.