I really wanted to stick my head into another trip but I had some shrooms yesterday, TOLERANCE, DAMNIT,
so I got out my salvia kit - in which I have a pipe, a lighter and some prepared salvinorin papers from 10 years ago or more and they are still totally excellent -
I had a smoke of the small piece of paper I left already loaded in the pipe but not much effect ensued, however, I shook out the little leather bag and 2 bigger pieces of salvinorin paper fell out.
They were ugly twisted little pieces of blackened (dye from the leather pouch) pieces of cigarette paper maybe half inch by 1/8 inch and very crumpled up.
"self, what could they be other than salvinorin paper from years ago" - neglected there at the bottom of my pouch - probably fallen out of the pipe that I usually store ready to go (yes I do remember a few instances when the pipe was empty but I had filled it before packing away, I guess they just fell out).
So I smoked one of those right up and bammm!
Space and sensation changed completely.
I had insect vision with compound eyes and a compound body.
The scene I was sitting in, became chopped up and multiplied as if seen through a chain-link fence - nice and regular and evenly interwoven colored wires of reality and mini views of the same world I had just been in, all arranged between the gaps of the chain link woven pattern.
It was the same size as a real chain-link fence both the spaces and the wires, but the material that the fence was made of was the scene itself which was reproduced slightly shifted in each panel AND formed and stretched into fence wire at the same time. this is a bit like the original redgreenvines hallucination of vines extending as far as can be seen but not vegetal, here it was multiple materials that were involved: it was made of what was already in my vision and body sense - fragmented and twisted and reconnected and multiplied and glorious and uncomfortable and great all at once.
the materials that repeated included a green san pellegrino bottle, the computer (lit up keys and screen), the kitchen counter, my table, the lights over the stove, the skin of my hands, the wine-red fabric of my sweater, the stove, a big navel orange, glasses, etc, all of the stuff of ordinary living - animated and twisted into fencing and sectioned and repeated as mini-versions of the same scene with slight offsets.
and then my phone went off it was my 2 year old grand son in whatsapp video message showing me TUBI the snail crawling up his living room window - his speech is thrilling to hear, so young and so wise at the same time.
well 10 minutes later and I am back to baseline, not quite, but excellent.
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I am glad you enjoy salvia space and are able to share your experiences with such clarity and detail, for me, it feels like being squeezed out of a birth canal, at best...
When was the last time you'd enjoyed salvia before this?
The least unpleasant experience I had, I was drenched in sweat, pins and needles on all my senses, and I was together just enough to become aware that I was the convergence point of several different parallel realities. Like the multiverse saving processing space by using the same cookie cutter shape of reality in multiple contexts that were completely oblivious of one another most of the time, I was the shape.
This was on plain leaf.
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my last time I recorded doing it was Wednesday, Mar 8 of this year, although the kit has been moved from pocket to pocket just in case many times, and I think I did it since then.
there is a crushing sense of convergence with it, to be sure. but it is also fascinating, even with plain leaf, and even when the tingling sweats happen
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