AllYouGreatOnes
Greenlighter
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- Feb 5, 2008
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The following report is my take on salvia land. I felt the need to post this as I experienced some truly absurd and terrifying things, they are as follows:
My friend loaded me a bucket with 10x extract, pulled it and beckoned. I inhaled the lot and whilst I was holding my breath he proceeded to load and pull me a second. As I exhaled the first bucket my vision started to flatten, as though I could no longer perceive depth. I then inhaled the second bucket and tried to hold my breath as long as possible, which wasn’t too long as little creatures started rolling my 2D vision toward my right. What happened next is hard to describe as it were as if two simultaneous trips were happening at the same time. It was as if when the strange creatures had rolled my vision as far as possible to my right my consciousness fell downwards and to the left. As this happened I felt in my back and had a vision of the clock-face on the TV show Countdown clicking down to the 6 mark. While that was happening I had a deep memory and absolute terror that I was actually returning to hell. As I fell back into hell I travelled in a south-westerly direction heading for the centre of a big wheel. Upon entering the centre my soul was reflected like a beam of light trapped in a mirror bubble. In the very centre of the bouncing as a beam of light time ceased to exist and my soul existed in the centre for eternity, acting as fuel for the giant wheel to turn. Then after infinity I eventually escaped the mirror ball and returned to a very distorted but more normal reality. This eternity only lasted about 1min tops. Upon return I looked at my friends around me and they looked just like Carol Vorderman and the contestants on countdown. My brain then thought, “You’re all countdown what am I?” I turned to look at myself and realised I was poking out of the edge of a television glued to the E on Eastenders, Gliding across the screen. I exclaimed “I’m on Grange Hill”, and tried to wrench myself out of the television, which I managed. I then walked out of the room backwards scared as hell, until I found myself outside the house returning to coherent reality.
Mental stuff that.
I’m sorry if you don’t know these UK tv shows.
Hope you enjoyed reading,
Peace And Love
ALLYOUGREAT1’s
x
substancecode_salvia
methodcode_smoked
My friend loaded me a bucket with 10x extract, pulled it and beckoned. I inhaled the lot and whilst I was holding my breath he proceeded to load and pull me a second. As I exhaled the first bucket my vision started to flatten, as though I could no longer perceive depth. I then inhaled the second bucket and tried to hold my breath as long as possible, which wasn’t too long as little creatures started rolling my 2D vision toward my right. What happened next is hard to describe as it were as if two simultaneous trips were happening at the same time. It was as if when the strange creatures had rolled my vision as far as possible to my right my consciousness fell downwards and to the left. As this happened I felt in my back and had a vision of the clock-face on the TV show Countdown clicking down to the 6 mark. While that was happening I had a deep memory and absolute terror that I was actually returning to hell. As I fell back into hell I travelled in a south-westerly direction heading for the centre of a big wheel. Upon entering the centre my soul was reflected like a beam of light trapped in a mirror bubble. In the very centre of the bouncing as a beam of light time ceased to exist and my soul existed in the centre for eternity, acting as fuel for the giant wheel to turn. Then after infinity I eventually escaped the mirror ball and returned to a very distorted but more normal reality. This eternity only lasted about 1min tops. Upon return I looked at my friends around me and they looked just like Carol Vorderman and the contestants on countdown. My brain then thought, “You’re all countdown what am I?” I turned to look at myself and realised I was poking out of the edge of a television glued to the E on Eastenders, Gliding across the screen. I exclaimed “I’m on Grange Hill”, and tried to wrench myself out of the television, which I managed. I then walked out of the room backwards scared as hell, until I found myself outside the house returning to coherent reality.
Mental stuff that.
I’m sorry if you don’t know these UK tv shows.
Hope you enjoyed reading,
Peace And Love
ALLYOUGREAT1’s
x
substancecode_salvia
methodcode_smoked
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