qwe
Bluelight Crew
Drug: Salvia Divinorum x15
Dose: one "hit" of small bowl
Set: sitting at chair; alone; on BL : )
Setting: normal lazy night!
ive done salvia about 6 times total in my life. it is a very peculiar drug, and even for its frightening nature, it has a certain allure to my intellectual side, the side that wants to, basically, see itself and the universe. here are links to my previous recorded salvia experiences. timing information, salient and side effects, and other basic info are included in the first trip report (in which i unfortunately did not fully break through)
First trip: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=301292
Second trip: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=301531
Third trip: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=303081
So... i've had a small vial of salvia 15x (potency has been tested by the above trip reports as well as a couple other sessions, some alone and some with people) for quite some time. in fact, it's been sitting in my drug stash for about 3-5 years! i knew i would want to do it again, but ive been afraid of the drug. so all of my trips, alone or with people, happened when i first came across the legal wonder. the fourth breakthrough trip (this one) is the only recent salvia trip i've taken
-- the experience --
i sat down in my chair, since salvia can make you fall down and there was no sitter present (no others around). i loaded the bowl and took the hit, and blew it out the window. after that, i cannot say what happened. when i regained consciousness, i found myself under my computer desk falling, next to my chair. the irony is not lost on me
my arms were holding onto the chair, but it i didn't know i was doing so. meanwhile, i was totally tripping balls. i could see out from under the desk (towards my window), but could not make out what anything actually was
this was the least of my worries, however, because i didn't care what anything was. as with all of my other salvia journeys, i was being torn and bent and mishaped into something out of this world
for the next section i need to introduce the word "qualia"... it is what distinguishes us from, say, robots. robots can think, but they cannot actually see "red"--red is "something" somehow (our science does not yet know, unless you are a Strong AI supporter). so qualia is the pieces of our environment, and it essentially forms a projection, which our brain calculates, and that projection serves as our little worlds. (this is why drugs can distort any aspect of human behavior and cognition, and it could be why we don't all feel as one, but rather separated minds)
there are different kinds of qualia, even though there is only one type of "information" (take that, Strong AIists). one kind is "solidness"--the qualia we feel all through our skin, and some inside our body. while physically we are not separate from the universe (we are a particle dance just like any other group of particles) ontologically we have qualia as a barrier between "us" and "the world"
now i can explain what was happening. imagine the "solidness" sense of qualia being scrambled in a blender. for a hint at it, square noodles of solidness were coming out of my head. my arms were being pulled and pushed into what seemed to be lego solid-qualias. if i was totally insane, i would say that smoking salvia brought my consciousness closer to some crazy interdimensional entity. but if i was the internationalist democratic socialist scientist futurist that i am, i'd say the mind creates everything as a projection, and so any spiritual or amazing experience can be reduced;
(this implicates that, if we can master it, the universe is ours. it also unfortunately means this universe is very unforgiving. a quote i came across after this trip struck me as very beautiful and relevant: chaos is the cutting blade of order. chaos is chopping any structure to pieces; this allows pieces to reconstruct into more complex pieces if energy is supplied. but it aso means that pieces never last forever, and you could get cut at any instant, making it a dangerous and unforgiving universe for those who do not have sufficient survivability (read: technology, for humans) to defend themselves)
meanwhile, back to my trip. i was very uncomfortable. i didn't know if what i was looking at (window direction) was real or not. i didn't want to become incorporated into the giant lego machine. and the lego machine operated on a time loop--this was actually the biggest cause of my fear
every half second or so, every piece of qualia i felt would move in a certain direction or along a certain path. the machine operated in cycles. (imagine noodles coming out of the side of your head in cycles; churn, churn, churn, ). i suspect that it is possible that this is a timestep used for calculations in certain areas of the brain? wouldn't that be amazing?!
furthermore, i was unable to get up fully; i squatted there tripping balls for a couple minutes, holding onto the chair, not knowing anything's name or even picture. my field of vision was an ocean of colors, similar to what a baby might see upon being born. my brain's calculations for interpretation of visual and mental stimuli and meaning itself were apparently disrupted
the cycles, they keep happening, and there is a rather frightening component to them. noting that our "minds" (where we talk to ourselves, fantasize, etc) is at the "surface of the ice berg", but the bulk is under and much larger (thanks, freud), the following scenario was able to play out in my head:
normally, under the surface of the mind, an idea or meme or whatever you believe is part of our information network gains momentum and travels upward towards consciousness. perhaps a memory of a birthday is popping up because of something related in the environment. perhaps you want to say "yo" to someone you know, it starts under the surface of the mind when you see him and link the necessary concepts and, as the calculations happen, makes its way to the surface, at which point it influences your vocal muscles
well, the brain on salvia is not normal. the fact that there is so much more mind "under" the ocean (by which i mean, most of our cognition is done without any qualia aka without any notice by us, EG our brain regulating heart beat) means the following can occur: one portion of the brain can capture the sentence you want to say, *before* another part launches that sentence to the vocal cords
the result is the feeling of somebody knowing what you will think, before you even think it. once this happens, you get into a loop. every "cycle" of the lego machine, you try to utter words, but something seems to be rendering you incapable of normal speech; you start your sentence, then the next loop starts. the way i moved my muscles also followed this timeloop. i was thus muted and immobilized simply because i kept starting over my intended sentence and action (which was probably "help" and "get the fuck up"). it is a helpless feeling of not being able to connect to any particular spacetime/universe ( this salvia trip increased my probability-opinion of interdimensional travel being real and on earth by like 2% )
recap/sum
* held onto the salvia for 5 years before taking any cuz that drug is scary
* sat in a chair thinking i wouldn't need a sitter. sitter is needed
* noodles streaming out of one's head
* can see, but it's as if one is a baby: it's just an ocean of colors, nothing understandable
* one's body is becoming incorporated more and more each timecycle into some sort of machine, with blocks morphing with your skin and incorporating into the macine
* this machine is made of invisible legos as well as other exotic entities
* one's thoughts get into loops reminiscient of accidental computer "do loop" or "gosub" loops, as one knows what one is trying to say before one says it
* this is a drug that is either bad trip or no trip. you've gotta take the fear with it
when i was able to gain some balance, i started laughing at the absurdity of... the experience and life. i couldn't stop laughing, just like before in the trip i tried to talk but kept talking in pieces that looped back each time.
i waddled into my brothers room, trying to explain i just tripped on salvia, but with how hard i was laughing there was no way he could understand me
hope you enjoyed
qwe
Dose: one "hit" of small bowl
Set: sitting at chair; alone; on BL : )
Setting: normal lazy night!
ive done salvia about 6 times total in my life. it is a very peculiar drug, and even for its frightening nature, it has a certain allure to my intellectual side, the side that wants to, basically, see itself and the universe. here are links to my previous recorded salvia experiences. timing information, salient and side effects, and other basic info are included in the first trip report (in which i unfortunately did not fully break through)
First trip: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=301292
Second trip: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=301531
Third trip: http://www.bluelight.ru/vb/showthread.php?t=303081
So... i've had a small vial of salvia 15x (potency has been tested by the above trip reports as well as a couple other sessions, some alone and some with people) for quite some time. in fact, it's been sitting in my drug stash for about 3-5 years! i knew i would want to do it again, but ive been afraid of the drug. so all of my trips, alone or with people, happened when i first came across the legal wonder. the fourth breakthrough trip (this one) is the only recent salvia trip i've taken
-- the experience --
i sat down in my chair, since salvia can make you fall down and there was no sitter present (no others around). i loaded the bowl and took the hit, and blew it out the window. after that, i cannot say what happened. when i regained consciousness, i found myself under my computer desk falling, next to my chair. the irony is not lost on me
my arms were holding onto the chair, but it i didn't know i was doing so. meanwhile, i was totally tripping balls. i could see out from under the desk (towards my window), but could not make out what anything actually was
this was the least of my worries, however, because i didn't care what anything was. as with all of my other salvia journeys, i was being torn and bent and mishaped into something out of this world
for the next section i need to introduce the word "qualia"... it is what distinguishes us from, say, robots. robots can think, but they cannot actually see "red"--red is "something" somehow (our science does not yet know, unless you are a Strong AI supporter). so qualia is the pieces of our environment, and it essentially forms a projection, which our brain calculates, and that projection serves as our little worlds. (this is why drugs can distort any aspect of human behavior and cognition, and it could be why we don't all feel as one, but rather separated minds)
there are different kinds of qualia, even though there is only one type of "information" (take that, Strong AIists). one kind is "solidness"--the qualia we feel all through our skin, and some inside our body. while physically we are not separate from the universe (we are a particle dance just like any other group of particles) ontologically we have qualia as a barrier between "us" and "the world"
now i can explain what was happening. imagine the "solidness" sense of qualia being scrambled in a blender. for a hint at it, square noodles of solidness were coming out of my head. my arms were being pulled and pushed into what seemed to be lego solid-qualias. if i was totally insane, i would say that smoking salvia brought my consciousness closer to some crazy interdimensional entity. but if i was the internationalist democratic socialist scientist futurist that i am, i'd say the mind creates everything as a projection, and so any spiritual or amazing experience can be reduced;
(this implicates that, if we can master it, the universe is ours. it also unfortunately means this universe is very unforgiving. a quote i came across after this trip struck me as very beautiful and relevant: chaos is the cutting blade of order. chaos is chopping any structure to pieces; this allows pieces to reconstruct into more complex pieces if energy is supplied. but it aso means that pieces never last forever, and you could get cut at any instant, making it a dangerous and unforgiving universe for those who do not have sufficient survivability (read: technology, for humans) to defend themselves)
meanwhile, back to my trip. i was very uncomfortable. i didn't know if what i was looking at (window direction) was real or not. i didn't want to become incorporated into the giant lego machine. and the lego machine operated on a time loop--this was actually the biggest cause of my fear
every half second or so, every piece of qualia i felt would move in a certain direction or along a certain path. the machine operated in cycles. (imagine noodles coming out of the side of your head in cycles; churn, churn, churn, ). i suspect that it is possible that this is a timestep used for calculations in certain areas of the brain? wouldn't that be amazing?!
furthermore, i was unable to get up fully; i squatted there tripping balls for a couple minutes, holding onto the chair, not knowing anything's name or even picture. my field of vision was an ocean of colors, similar to what a baby might see upon being born. my brain's calculations for interpretation of visual and mental stimuli and meaning itself were apparently disrupted
the cycles, they keep happening, and there is a rather frightening component to them. noting that our "minds" (where we talk to ourselves, fantasize, etc) is at the "surface of the ice berg", but the bulk is under and much larger (thanks, freud), the following scenario was able to play out in my head:
normally, under the surface of the mind, an idea or meme or whatever you believe is part of our information network gains momentum and travels upward towards consciousness. perhaps a memory of a birthday is popping up because of something related in the environment. perhaps you want to say "yo" to someone you know, it starts under the surface of the mind when you see him and link the necessary concepts and, as the calculations happen, makes its way to the surface, at which point it influences your vocal muscles
well, the brain on salvia is not normal. the fact that there is so much more mind "under" the ocean (by which i mean, most of our cognition is done without any qualia aka without any notice by us, EG our brain regulating heart beat) means the following can occur: one portion of the brain can capture the sentence you want to say, *before* another part launches that sentence to the vocal cords
the result is the feeling of somebody knowing what you will think, before you even think it. once this happens, you get into a loop. every "cycle" of the lego machine, you try to utter words, but something seems to be rendering you incapable of normal speech; you start your sentence, then the next loop starts. the way i moved my muscles also followed this timeloop. i was thus muted and immobilized simply because i kept starting over my intended sentence and action (which was probably "help" and "get the fuck up"). it is a helpless feeling of not being able to connect to any particular spacetime/universe ( this salvia trip increased my probability-opinion of interdimensional travel being real and on earth by like 2% )
recap/sum
* held onto the salvia for 5 years before taking any cuz that drug is scary
* sat in a chair thinking i wouldn't need a sitter. sitter is needed
* noodles streaming out of one's head
* can see, but it's as if one is a baby: it's just an ocean of colors, nothing understandable
* one's body is becoming incorporated more and more each timecycle into some sort of machine, with blocks morphing with your skin and incorporating into the macine
* this machine is made of invisible legos as well as other exotic entities
* one's thoughts get into loops reminiscient of accidental computer "do loop" or "gosub" loops, as one knows what one is trying to say before one says it
* this is a drug that is either bad trip or no trip. you've gotta take the fear with it
when i was able to gain some balance, i started laughing at the absurdity of... the experience and life. i couldn't stop laughing, just like before in the trip i tried to talk but kept talking in pieces that looped back each time.
i waddled into my brothers room, trying to explain i just tripped on salvia, but with how hard i was laughing there was no way he could understand me
hope you enjoyed
qwe
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Awesome.
