Or a "place" beyond dimensions?
I took Salvia and to another dimension I went.
I cannot put into language, the incomprehensible/impossible, but real.
oh, yeah for sure man but it's not another dimension it's just... "it"
I "go" there too from salvia, for me it is like this,
I am a person, and I live in a place called reality.
I have rights and libertys in my country
everything that I make sense of the world
makes sense to a person.
that is the central thing that ties it all together, like a spherical dome of yarn and hanging from it down to the middle is one loose end, and from that point in the center I experience my entire reality
so I take a breath of salvia and...
reality levels to a plane, the fabric of reality widens before my eyes and I slip between the threads to tumble into an abyss, as I tumble through the abyss, through the fabric of reality, it feels like I am going down a tube almost,
a narrowing tube,
and to pass through it's stages I am stripped of myself to fit into increasingly narrower and narrower stages, first stripped from me is my reality - I am removed from reality and reality becomes an isolated point suspended in the endless expance of nothing.
then stripped from me is the body that I tumble through the abyss within,
then stripped from me is my thoughts and then my senses and then my everything untill there is nothing left but me (whatever EYE am *winky face* (EYE am the thing that is aware of my persons thoughs, an observer thing))
and there eye am, in the middle of nowhere and everything I have ever known or cared about, everything that matters, my
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everything is isolated like a pin point in the middle of an endless expanse of nothing,
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that part of the trip happens in... oooh probably a couple minutes, that's how I experience my vision fading from sober vision into triptovision,
then, there eye am, suspended in nothing, really far away from everything that matters, and I start to get scared or panic, like wondering (to "god") "why, how could this happen to me, what is this" etc
and a narrators voice jests back " you? is that what you think you are? what are you "
god prompts me to define myself,
I flounder, I feel like I am the last to be let in on some stupid joke,
like everyone in that place called reality was in on it and they are all watching my judgment intently, some are just hysterical at how 'cute' they find my ignorance is, and it stings my ego.
i flounder, I think, but but you can't just do this, gimme a hint man! I got nothing to work with here! how can you force me to define myself when there's nothing even here, there's just a (and then I start to become self concsious and start to make progress, from this point on I raise myself from the depths of the abyss to the eventual return to my body in the place called reality) string of words that make thoughts being created as I think them...
and as I keep thinking, the string of words that make thoughts that are created as I think them spins a wonderful tapestry of reality, like a fabric, and as the tapestry is created, my eyes begin to see reality again and when i've finally woven for myself a concrete reality-
the end of the string, the one loose end falls from my mouth " I'm a person, a person " I hear myself say,
my body is shaking im in a cold sweat fear toxins are in my brain and I realise I am at home, comfortable in reality, "I am a person!" I emphaticly repeat, alone in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere in my car, just so happy to be back from my trip, back home in reality.
at least untill I smoke salvia again, which is to metaphoricly pick up that one loose end and give it a yank, have it all come unwraveled again =p
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the weirdest thing I find about the whole trip is that what I described is comparable to a mono compression of a stereo song...
not only does it feel like falling through the fabric of a flattened reality , then down a tube,
from the moment I breath salvia a vibration comes over me,
and at the same, from the momen I breath, a pulsation comes over me, like I've just become conscious of being a play thing in gods lap, like he's playing some patting and clapping game... very strange sensation.
and at the
same time as that, the pulsation feels like the pages flipping in a book, like every moment is a page being flipped in a book. reality as an isolated point is like a book lonely on a shelf.
the passage of time is experienced while you read.... yet you create the words BY reading, very strange indeed...
was your salvia experience anything like mine have been?
I often wonder if committing suicide is similar to doing salvia, except without the whole... u know, coming back to reality part...