This report is a few years old. I had tried Salvia a few times prior but didnt breakthru. This time I specifically went after the breakthru. It still remains one of the psychedelic experiences that is set in my memory. It was a very realistic experience, that I often ponder it's meaning.
* Dimly lit room
* low-key ambient/electronic/chill-out music [The Orb]
* a nice wooden tobacco pipe [think 1950's styling]
* Salvia [x5 extract]
* blue flame jet lighter [complete with breasts that light-up]
* Myself
* Smoke, poured out my ears
* perpetuating a fear
* I couldnt put a physical finger on it
* a mental thought form, so real in its design
* I feel like I am sideways, dizzy.
* slink to the bed, turn the music up a notch
* Image of tropical fish [tri-blue colored]
* Turns into a photo mosaic structure, thousand upon thousands
I was stretching away from the image, like my mind was being pulled away but a visual aspect of reality had its fingerprint in my present reality image-bank, it was as if I was stretching reality in an elastic sense. I was trying to figure out what exactly was chemically happening to my body, how I felt, etc.
When distraction struck me…
Next thing I know I was scanning a bookshelf with a finger I thought to be my own, projection-wise. The finger was controlled by another force as I tried to mentally challenge its motion, to no avail. It zipped along thousands of books and pulled down a book. Before me was what I thought was a book of my life, I flipped thru a few pages and indeed it was my life printed out. Complete with pictures and hyperlinks in the text which brought me to certain arena’s of my life, although vague in depiction.
Than I looked at the ‘Table of Contents’ [which I cant recall]. It was complete and looked as if my life was lived and cataloged. I had trouble getting into any chapters that were in the bottom third of the ‘Titles’. There was a controversy in my head as to a naming of one chapter probably around chapters 3-7 somewhere around there. It was strange as it seemed like I was arguing with an unknown force or entity? I tried to focus on the ending chapters and the last pages of the book but it was like I was fighting something/one in trying to do so. All the writing in the book was in red, when I would highlight it, put my finger over it the color would change to a deep red. I was left with a strange body buzz for about a 1/2 hour
[A follow-up concerning seeing red in dreams did not produce anything significant.]
Peace,
Seedlesss
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_salvia
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_inexperienced
exptype_positive
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
* Dimly lit room
* low-key ambient/electronic/chill-out music [The Orb]
* a nice wooden tobacco pipe [think 1950's styling]
* Salvia [x5 extract]
* blue flame jet lighter [complete with breasts that light-up]
* Myself
* Smoke, poured out my ears
* perpetuating a fear
* I couldnt put a physical finger on it
* a mental thought form, so real in its design
* I feel like I am sideways, dizzy.
* slink to the bed, turn the music up a notch
* Image of tropical fish [tri-blue colored]
* Turns into a photo mosaic structure, thousand upon thousands
I was stretching away from the image, like my mind was being pulled away but a visual aspect of reality had its fingerprint in my present reality image-bank, it was as if I was stretching reality in an elastic sense. I was trying to figure out what exactly was chemically happening to my body, how I felt, etc.
When distraction struck me…
Next thing I know I was scanning a bookshelf with a finger I thought to be my own, projection-wise. The finger was controlled by another force as I tried to mentally challenge its motion, to no avail. It zipped along thousands of books and pulled down a book. Before me was what I thought was a book of my life, I flipped thru a few pages and indeed it was my life printed out. Complete with pictures and hyperlinks in the text which brought me to certain arena’s of my life, although vague in depiction.
Than I looked at the ‘Table of Contents’ [which I cant recall]. It was complete and looked as if my life was lived and cataloged. I had trouble getting into any chapters that were in the bottom third of the ‘Titles’. There was a controversy in my head as to a naming of one chapter probably around chapters 3-7 somewhere around there. It was strange as it seemed like I was arguing with an unknown force or entity? I tried to focus on the ending chapters and the last pages of the book but it was like I was fighting something/one in trying to do so. All the writing in the book was in red, when I would highlight it, put my finger over it the color would change to a deep red. I was left with a strange body buzz for about a 1/2 hour
[A follow-up concerning seeing red in dreams did not produce anything significant.]
Peace,
Seedlesss
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_salvia
substancecode_dissociatives
explevel_inexperienced
exptype_positive
roacode_smoked
roacode_inhaled
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