"A Ride" -
Anonymous
This was
about a month ago and after about 4
successive days of smoking plain leaves.
On the previous night after smoking a
few hits, I had an experience of my head
merging with the wall and my chi going
out through the back of my head and into
the wall, at which point I felt and saw
the wall's consciousness which was like
many interconnected geometric shapes of
an Escher tesselation, and they seemed
happy I was joining them. After this
pleasant experience, I was eager to try
salvia again. The next night, after 2
hits I was gone. My room became further
and further away until it was a tiny
rectangle with total darkness above and
below. I realized that I must be outside
of time and space looking at my life
from a different vantage point. By this
time, there was a loud recurrent
whooshing sound which corresponded to
each moment coming into existence and
being set aside like a dominoe to the
left of my visual field, which I
recognized as my past. I tried looking
to my right, which would correspond to
my future, but I couldn't make anything
out. Each moment of my existence was
being created with a whooshing sound and
set aside as if part of some grand plan,
and I realized that this was my reality,
and only one channel in the grand scheme
of things. Salvia had tweaked the
vertical hold on my channel so I could
see it for what it is. I then realized
that there must be as many reality
channels as there are humans on earth
and that they're all a little different,
but interconnected. When I realized
this, I tried to telepathically change
the channel to see what would happen,
but apparently that wasn't allowed
because then I rushed back into my room.
My room wasn't quite the same as normal
though. Maybe because I came back so
quickly, it wasn't entirely
reconstituted yet, so I watched with
amazement as my world re-created itself.
I saw little geometric shapes move
across my ceiling and down the opposite
wall, across the floor and finally
through me, at which point they stopped,
or at least I didn't see them anymore. I
got the feeling that our reality is
constantly creating and re-creating
itself in this way. After this
experience I felt the wonder and beauty
of everyday reality... yes, it's an
illusion, but it's a wonderfully
beautiful and complex illusion. |
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