beta theory
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This probably took place about 4 years ago. I had 2 bowls left of dried salvia leaves, not much really. Hadn't really planned on smoking it any time soon, but things come up.
It was about 3 A.M. when I was awoken by my wife. She said that there was someone knocking at the door. I got up to check it out. It was my friend Bob. I let him in. Bob and I had been friends for a long time. At least 15 years. We met on a bus in grade school on our way to a math tournament. It was the first time anyone had told me what a quark was. Lately Bob had been experiementing heavily with psychadelics. I had warned him many times that such blatent direspect for the chemicals he was ingesting would lead him down a path that he would not be happy with. On this particular night, Bob had drank a bottle or so of Robotussin, and was well into his DXM trip. He said he needed a friend to talk to. We chatted casually about God and existance. Common ground for us.
After a while, he asked if I had any marijuana to smoke. Although in those days it was very common for me too, I did not have any. Being a generous host, I offered my Salvia to him. He had never tried it before and was not a smoker at all. Having explained to him the proper techniques while packing him a bowl, I handed it over to him and wished him a good journey. He failed miseribly at keeping the smoke in for the required time. As such, the bowl was wasted on him. Having one bowl left with no plans on purchasing more Salvia in the near future, I decided that I would take the last journey.
I went through my usual ritual, counting to 30 before I exhaled, then inhaling right after. Upon my third toke, I felt the effects coming on. I had become quite familiar with Salvia, smoking most of the ounce I aquired myself (most of my friends didn't like it).
Gently my spirit flowed to the right, as usual. I began to smile. I looked at my wife, who was sitting across the room to the left of me, to tell her something. But when our eyes met, my thoughts escaped me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw shapeless object expanding from the center of the room. When I focused my attention on it, the object suddenly shrunk to the size and shape of a bowling ball. Bouncing in midair for a brief moment, the newly formed sphere suddenly bolted to the right and left the room. As it left, I got up to see where it had went, but it was gone. I sat back down. It was about this time that reality started to lay its familiar hands on me. I explained to Bob and my wife what I had witnessed. I tried to assess the meaning behind it, but was unable to.
After a brief conversation, Bob left. That was the last time we ever spoke on friendly terms. Bob went on to become extremely paranoid. The next time our paths crossed, he told me that if I knew what was good for me, that I would stay away from him. I acknowledge his advice. Through a mutual friend, I heard that he began cheating on his wife and doing drugs and an uncontrollable rate. It wasn't long before our mutual friend was only my friend, as Bob had threatened him too.
It was the last time that me and Salvia spoke as well. Some time after Bob had left my home, it suddenly came to me. It was the thought I had while entering the Salvia space. The one I wanted to tell my wife, but forgot when our eyes met. The though was simply: Everytime I do Salvia, I flow to the right. I soon realized that this thought had become a Secret, as did all my thoughts on Salvia, often hid from even myself. It was then that this thought had become the the shapeless mass, GROWING in secrecy in the center of my room. In order to keep itself from me, the secret collapsed in on itself, and left the room.
I guess more than one thing left the room that day. Probably for the better.
peace,
beta theory
It was about 3 A.M. when I was awoken by my wife. She said that there was someone knocking at the door. I got up to check it out. It was my friend Bob. I let him in. Bob and I had been friends for a long time. At least 15 years. We met on a bus in grade school on our way to a math tournament. It was the first time anyone had told me what a quark was. Lately Bob had been experiementing heavily with psychadelics. I had warned him many times that such blatent direspect for the chemicals he was ingesting would lead him down a path that he would not be happy with. On this particular night, Bob had drank a bottle or so of Robotussin, and was well into his DXM trip. He said he needed a friend to talk to. We chatted casually about God and existance. Common ground for us.
After a while, he asked if I had any marijuana to smoke. Although in those days it was very common for me too, I did not have any. Being a generous host, I offered my Salvia to him. He had never tried it before and was not a smoker at all. Having explained to him the proper techniques while packing him a bowl, I handed it over to him and wished him a good journey. He failed miseribly at keeping the smoke in for the required time. As such, the bowl was wasted on him. Having one bowl left with no plans on purchasing more Salvia in the near future, I decided that I would take the last journey.
I went through my usual ritual, counting to 30 before I exhaled, then inhaling right after. Upon my third toke, I felt the effects coming on. I had become quite familiar with Salvia, smoking most of the ounce I aquired myself (most of my friends didn't like it).
Gently my spirit flowed to the right, as usual. I began to smile. I looked at my wife, who was sitting across the room to the left of me, to tell her something. But when our eyes met, my thoughts escaped me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw shapeless object expanding from the center of the room. When I focused my attention on it, the object suddenly shrunk to the size and shape of a bowling ball. Bouncing in midair for a brief moment, the newly formed sphere suddenly bolted to the right and left the room. As it left, I got up to see where it had went, but it was gone. I sat back down. It was about this time that reality started to lay its familiar hands on me. I explained to Bob and my wife what I had witnessed. I tried to assess the meaning behind it, but was unable to.
After a brief conversation, Bob left. That was the last time we ever spoke on friendly terms. Bob went on to become extremely paranoid. The next time our paths crossed, he told me that if I knew what was good for me, that I would stay away from him. I acknowledge his advice. Through a mutual friend, I heard that he began cheating on his wife and doing drugs and an uncontrollable rate. It wasn't long before our mutual friend was only my friend, as Bob had threatened him too.
It was the last time that me and Salvia spoke as well. Some time after Bob had left my home, it suddenly came to me. It was the thought I had while entering the Salvia space. The one I wanted to tell my wife, but forgot when our eyes met. The though was simply: Everytime I do Salvia, I flow to the right. I soon realized that this thought had become a Secret, as did all my thoughts on Salvia, often hid from even myself. It was then that this thought had become the the shapeless mass, GROWING in secrecy in the center of my room. In order to keep itself from me, the secret collapsed in on itself, and left the room.
I guess more than one thing left the room that day. Probably for the better.
peace,
beta theory
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