RhythmSpring
Bluelighter
Salvia Oct. 4th - One of perhaps ~100 Salvia trips.
This trip wasn't more profound than my others, it is just a good example of of a typical Salvia experience for me. They tend to be profound learning experiences and mentally clearing.
I laid back, and was part of something huge- like the radiant circle I envisioned last time, but this time it was shaped vaguely like a teddy bear, still very circular, made of pieces of circles. Closing my eyes was key to keeping me in this place. The more close to opening my eyelids were, the further away from this place I was. I scrunched my eyes close to prove that I wouldn't be going anywhere, but it only sort of helped.
Attached via the top of my head. It was all above me, or behind me, as I lay on my back. I awake in this reality in powerful stillness. It is so peaceful, empty, valuable. I decide to use this peace to my advantage, I body scan and notice most of my body relaxed. But there is a place with a lot of tension, and that is the back of my throat. The tension radiates up to my mouth a little, but it is very tight in the throat. I explore it, contemplate it, notice it. It is related to food, but even more so it is related to speech. A fear of saying the wrong thing. I begin to ask what I can do to help relax my throat. Immediately appears the image of dried psilocybe mushrooms, bulbous and round. Boomers. I have them, the exact ones I'm seeing.
I ask again, and I get the image of green vegetables. Salvia always wants me to eat green vegetables.
I ask again shortly after and I get the image of some of the broccoli that's in the fridge.
I realize that this tension is connected to my voice. I start vocalizing, exploring and experimenting ways I can express and release this tension. It is not long until I find a type of vocalization that uses this tension, massages it, wrings it of tension. First it sounds like a mentally retarded person, crying out joyfully, well not painfully anyway. Then it sounds like a baby crying. Or cooing. The quality of the voice changes with each vocalization, but it seems to want to go high. It sounds very young. I discover that if I gently press above the adams apple as I am singing/crying, it enhances the massage-feeling aspect of the sensation of vocalizing this way, and even changes the voice so that it sounds even younger. It feels good. I notice some of the tension go. My mom drives into the driveway and I stop.
Salvia shows me how I am connected to the universe. My soul is viscerally a part of a whole. I am able to see how my essence is undifferentiated from the mass of everyone, everything. It is humbling.
My Salvia routine:
-I am the only awake person in the house.
-Make my bed, neat and flat
-1 Lamp is on, giving off a dim, warm light (it is nighttime)
-Clear away physical distractions, cover evocative images (such as magazines or book covers), neaten piles, make sure nothing is precarious or availably sharp in the room.
-Heat the room with a space heater and turn it off just prior to the experience. I tend to get chilled on Salvia, and if I am extra warm when I hit it, the sensual experience is more pleasant. Ideally, it would be moist heat. I think that the ideal experience would be chewing Salvia naked in a pitch dark sauna with a couple friends in silence. One day.
-Pause, breathe deeply, realize that mental preparation is futile.
-Take one deep hit, hold it for 25 seconds.
-Take off glasses, lie down on back, no pillow
-Nothing happens, except that your awareness changes.
This trip wasn't more profound than my others, it is just a good example of of a typical Salvia experience for me. They tend to be profound learning experiences and mentally clearing.
I laid back, and was part of something huge- like the radiant circle I envisioned last time, but this time it was shaped vaguely like a teddy bear, still very circular, made of pieces of circles. Closing my eyes was key to keeping me in this place. The more close to opening my eyelids were, the further away from this place I was. I scrunched my eyes close to prove that I wouldn't be going anywhere, but it only sort of helped.
Attached via the top of my head. It was all above me, or behind me, as I lay on my back. I awake in this reality in powerful stillness. It is so peaceful, empty, valuable. I decide to use this peace to my advantage, I body scan and notice most of my body relaxed. But there is a place with a lot of tension, and that is the back of my throat. The tension radiates up to my mouth a little, but it is very tight in the throat. I explore it, contemplate it, notice it. It is related to food, but even more so it is related to speech. A fear of saying the wrong thing. I begin to ask what I can do to help relax my throat. Immediately appears the image of dried psilocybe mushrooms, bulbous and round. Boomers. I have them, the exact ones I'm seeing.
I ask again, and I get the image of green vegetables. Salvia always wants me to eat green vegetables.
I ask again shortly after and I get the image of some of the broccoli that's in the fridge.
I realize that this tension is connected to my voice. I start vocalizing, exploring and experimenting ways I can express and release this tension. It is not long until I find a type of vocalization that uses this tension, massages it, wrings it of tension. First it sounds like a mentally retarded person, crying out joyfully, well not painfully anyway. Then it sounds like a baby crying. Or cooing. The quality of the voice changes with each vocalization, but it seems to want to go high. It sounds very young. I discover that if I gently press above the adams apple as I am singing/crying, it enhances the massage-feeling aspect of the sensation of vocalizing this way, and even changes the voice so that it sounds even younger. It feels good. I notice some of the tension go. My mom drives into the driveway and I stop.
Salvia shows me how I am connected to the universe. My soul is viscerally a part of a whole. I am able to see how my essence is undifferentiated from the mass of everyone, everything. It is humbling.
My Salvia routine:
-I am the only awake person in the house.
-Make my bed, neat and flat
-1 Lamp is on, giving off a dim, warm light (it is nighttime)
-Clear away physical distractions, cover evocative images (such as magazines or book covers), neaten piles, make sure nothing is precarious or availably sharp in the room.
-Heat the room with a space heater and turn it off just prior to the experience. I tend to get chilled on Salvia, and if I am extra warm when I hit it, the sensual experience is more pleasant. Ideally, it would be moist heat. I think that the ideal experience would be chewing Salvia naked in a pitch dark sauna with a couple friends in silence. One day.
-Pause, breathe deeply, realize that mental preparation is futile.
-Take one deep hit, hold it for 25 seconds.
-Take off glasses, lie down on back, no pillow
-Nothing happens, except that your awareness changes.
