Salvia/Cannibas--beyond exp'd--These Words Are Meaningless

[The Frog]

This particular experience was the longest I've had with Salvia D. Usually my journey's are between 20 and 30 minutes in length...Mostly around the 23 minute mark. However this experience was over 45 minutes in length.

I combined Salvia Divinorum 13x with Cannabis Sativa

Before I begin in this report, I feel that I must state that in my experience with Salvia D it has always seemed that the effects are more potent and powerful every time. The journey's become more and more real...also more and more fragmented...More and more strange...

Also it is becoming more and more difficult for me to write down the experience afterwards and even trying to type it up from nothing...Fingertips spewing nothingness like sorrowful poetry and empty dreams...opening the flood gates yet the words are still being held back by a large dam.

I described this journey in poetry form directly afterwards as best as I could. After I type this weird collection of sentence fragments I'll attempt to elaborate more on each particular line and try to explain myself

This experience is once again teetering on the edge of Level 6 amnesia...I jump back and forth over the line between 5 and 6. Black outs, loss of self-awarness, but calm at the same time. My first calm experience in a while.

Heres what I attempted to write directly after the experience...I was still sort of fuzzy in my head so the writing is not really great but here it is...

"I'll never tell
But 5 little girls in black told me so
Standing around a pentagram star
Ceiling of stars
Bare walls
Creepy
I'm being watched from now on
Deep trance
Trance of tracing and murals
Remembrances and dying in my arms
Oh joy to the waves of vibration that come
like angels
Lost myself again
I forget my SELF
Universal mind surfing
Like television
4 men stand around me
Rich log cabin
Murder being plotted
Looked in from a different dimension
at friends I will meet later in life
Not yet seen...they don't see me
Future friends
Clear white walls
Empty; moving out
But where?
Something is just not right
Amnesia of truth
Can't get it all out
Journey of the calm and the wise
No words
No words left to tell the tale
I no longer need air!"

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With that said I will try to further interpret this out into something meaningful to you guys...not just a bunch of non-sense.

I recall 5 little girls standing around me at the points of a pentagram...I am in the center and they are all facing me...they look like duplicates of one another...all dressed in black with long wet jet-black hair. The walls around us were rectangular maybe 30 feet long and 7 or 8 feet tall and about 9 or 10 feet wide. The ceiling was non-existant and the stars and moon were out...shining down on us as a source of light in the black midnight. "Whats going on?" I say...the wind blows cool thru the room. No answer.

I close my eyes and fall into deep trance where I don't recall much of anything. Something about remembering things that haven't happened yet.

I'm in a rich log cabin home in the mountains somewhere...friends of the future...people I will someday come to know as acquaintances or friends...Sitting around...Is murder being plotted or is everyone just stoned? high? I know the future when I see it...and I see the future...here and now.

It comes at me in vibration...like sound. Tracing the outline of a woman in the dark trance of loss and forgetfulness and hopeless mourning...She is beautiful and follows me out and away. I can't open my eyes.

A wonderful scene but amnesia raised her ugly head and ripped it away from me. Something is missing and isn't right...but I can't think of what it is and whats going on....I can't think.

Shooting star and I make a wish...I became the star and streaked through the sky...slowly...and then it comes...

Culture is what we build around different versions of the truth. Culture is merely a celebration and not the reason...

I also seem to recall having something of a re-birth. 4 men around me giving prayer like I was dead...they were bringing me back to life...I awoke and sat up and felt the most beautiful wind flow thru me suddenly. "I am born anew...re-birth of him once doomed"

I felt like I was suddenly okay...keeping myself together would be the only problem...don't want to break-down and shatter in crazy peices...

Empty plain white walls in the darkness...all pictures and writings on the walls are gone and I'm moving out...but where the fuck am I going? When is this supposed to happen? I suddenly lost the understanding of why people have names...I forgot mine and didn't understand anyone else having a name...it makes no sense...

And what ever happened to my precious words...their dead...words are exposed as dead languages...WORDS HAVE NO MEANING. THE WORD IS DEAD.

I can't visualize the world anymore. So I no longer need a breath of air...I am immortal and expose the futility in crying tears...

A flying purple-caped skeleton that I had encountered in a previous experience had found me again and stood in my room...I said "Hey I remember you, how've ya been?"

I then made an energy ball between my palms and felt the heat from the concentrated energy. I concentrated very hard on visualizing a ball of fire and then it appeared in front of me. Spinning and bright...

Effects then blurred away into sober-surroundings...fading into the walls

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I then flicked on the lights and tried to write about the experience....the "Poem" is the result of that attempt at writing...

True wisdom and awareness can not be explained with mere words. Words are irrelevant in Salvia space...the only way to describe the truth of the vision is with fragments, sounds (vibrations), actions, reactions, emotions, and moments of being. Thought is no longer rational as logic is no longer real...Traditional laws are younger than true traditional anti-law...THERE IS NO LAW BUT WHAT WE CREATE WITH OUR OWN MINDS.

GET AWARE!

WWWWAAAAAAAAAAKKKKEEEE UUUUUUUPPPPPPP!

 

[Hypnic_JerK]

I hope you're testing these hypothesises against consensus reality, my friend.

Also, does it seem like your salvia trips are just close to being very vivid dreams that you can remember?

My salvia experiences go in a very different direction than yours, but there are wierd things that are exactly the same.

 

[The Frog]

I hope you're testing these hypothesises against consensus reality, my friend.

Also, does it seem like your salvia trips are just close to being very vivid dreams that you can remember?

My salvia experiences go in a very different direction than yours, but there are wierd things that are exactly the same.

First comment: what do you mean?

Second comment: Yes actually the thought has occured to me but there are many many differences. I've thought about it several times and concluded that the salvia experience and dreams/lucid dreams are similar but not the same. At least in my experience. My dreams usually have less "meaning" to me. Just strange non-sense that I rarely recall...The salvia experience has made me a better person in a spiritual sense...revived my previously dying soul and breathed life back into my artistic goals. Thats why I hail Salvia as such a great plant/drug and am in awe at what its done for me. I'm so thankful to be alive now unlike I used to be when I was afraid that I'd wake up the next day. Salvia brought me back from the dead. My dreams when sleeping never did that for me...some nights I woke up screaming and couldn't remember why. My dreams now are just fragmented abstract puzzle's that I usually forget almost immediately. Salvia is a godsend.

Third comment: Out of curiousity, what are the similarities...what do you mean it goes in different directions than yours? Personally I think its subjectively different for each individual. I'd really like to hear what you have to say on this if you wouldn't mind.

 

[Hypnic_JerK]

The similarities:

I too get the strong feeling (I 'know') that the reality we perceive is totally constructed by our minds. It seems like after a black-out level dose I should be able to change reality by remembering something additional about the world or not remembering something as I come back to myself.
--->but then in reference to my first comment, by testing the hypothesis, it is apparent that it doesn't work, and trying to fuck around with it feels obscene, like something from a Lovecraft story.

Another similarity: salvia as 'waking up'. A big hit from salvia feels like rapidly sobering up from the drunkenness of perceptions- like I had been OD'ing on heroin and got blasted with narcan.
It feels like it clears the mind of the delusions pulled over our eyes to keep us from accepting oneness with God. I'm not saying it helps achieve that oneness, but after remaining conscious on a sufficient dose of salvia, all that remains for me is God, myself, and the choice.

Another similarity: feeling energy- when I take salvia i pretty much need to take a posture of prayer- either hands clasped together the christian way or crosslegged palms out fingers looped meditation method. When i do this the salvia sweat only happens on my hands or feet, instead of the whole body. I can feel energy course through those spots, between my fingers or between my hands, and sometimes my hands will move to tear reality open with the energy seams

As for dream like salvia- when I get a "trip" offa salvia I personally have marked it as a dream, I think that it feels so much more important because I'm more awake as it happens. I do feel that dreams or salvia trips are of equal importance, but as for how important or how much i can get out of them, I don't know.

Old laws: For a long time I would think about rules and laws while on salvia, and came to the conclusion that they've been put in place by God, for our own safety. Thats how i see them at least- follow the rules and everyone will have more fun.


You seem to delve into the depths of dreamy salvia trips, I've been trying to stay as lucid as possible and keep myself reacting to this world while the plant dances in my brain.

I close my eyes and fall into deep trance where I don't recall much of anything. Something about remembering things that haven't happened yet.

When I keep myself in consensus reality and smoke, I'll end up doing something that'll set up a crazy response to a future event... it seems like time glitches what I know before and after a salvia trip. It could just be the high- but I'm gonna try and record it sometime and see whats up.
Immediately after smoking I feel like I must be crazy to tell anyone about what could be the ultimateblah blah blah, but when it comes down to it, I feel that if salvia does hold any sort of magic powers, everyone should have them for maximum chaos potential

 

[B Parrish1984]

Intresting!