i only had a couple of tokes of a very small amount, year-old 5x extract in a wooden pipe, holding them for a reasonable length of time. thinking, "this'll do nowt!" and then a sort of tilting of perception, looking up at the ceiling as if looking up through an oscillating fan. i remember thinking calmly, "okay, don't fight it," and lying back against the rug but my consciousness was most definately centred somewhere just below the ceiling, looking down at myself and up into my mind at the same time. The sensation was of visual waves/undulating strobe effect created by the sound of words echoing round and round my head, (the dreaded thought loop) the reality shift ever so slightly sideways but still somehow here, and the fixation/thought loop caused by looking at the packet and the lighter and the ashtray on the floor and trying to deny ( to fuck knows who...well, actually for the benefit of the presence i sensed watching sort of over my shoulder but from above, small, female and goblin-like ) that it was mine and thinking of "grown-ups" ( i'm 29! )coming up the stairs to find the naughty child sat on the rug next to the radiator...only half in the world. For a few seconds someone/thing was coming up the stairs. It was like paranoia but not, because i wasn't afraid of whatever was coming, i didn't bother moving, other than sitting back up bemusedly, i just felt....guilty that i had done it and was trying to deny all knowledge of it, despite the evidence lying on the floor there in front of me. Half in and half out of the experience. My mind was just a spiral of words, and my vision/perception of my surroundings was bolted firmly to those words; I could see the room clearly but it was spinning in shards into the small vortex language was being sucked into, somewhere in the ceiling. After i had had the "it's not mine!" thought-loop with myself, i picked up an amethyst crystal and held it in my hand and leaned against the radiator. someone coughed outside and that sound was somehow integrating itself into the experience, though weakly, becoming part of the "grown ups" about to find me but by now i was "back" enough to be clear about the fact that someone wasn't coming, and i wasn't about to be "discovered". the experience wasn't a trip elsewhere, it was a trip into myself, being a child again, experiencing a feeling of doing something naughty and feeling on the verge of being caught doing it. but in a way, i HAD already been caught doing it, the whole thought-loop was me trying to deny it was mine, pointlessly, like a child does in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary. as if i was trying to deny - to the spirit of salvia - that i had brought myself here, and it in return gently taking the piss out of my ignorance in a parent-like way.
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"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music."
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I get the same sort of effect concerning sounds. They become super loud and become loops, defining the experience. Sometimes i hear a sound, and then i see an image based on that and it just keeps repeating, and the whole vision gets zoomed out and in, usually into infinity both ways.
It's weird how sounds affect the experience so much.
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