Salvia Trip

Trip 2: A wager and defiance

Posted by Traveler on 24/02/2009
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Recap: the first trip had me seeing time and space as a single mass that was compressed into a flat plane which I was afraid of being compressed inside of, and that once compressed would have me stuck in the past, leaving me a vegetable in the present.
With this next trip, I had hoped to see something, nay anything, else, but was in for a surprise. My wife had decided that she would finally try it, and after an amusing trip, thought I'd try it again. We were outside on the back porch of our house, and I'd thought that being in an open instead of a closed space would be assurance of a trip that would be different than my last. I was wrong about that.
I took the hit and looked up at the trees, which slowly wobbled until they disappeared, leaving me once again to be caught between the layers of reality. However, as the first trip showed me reality split on the horizontal 'x' axis, this one showed me the vertical 'y' axis. It was as if reality was a solid block, and that once cut showed a scene of the present moment. Imagine a movie that instead of projected film was a series of images that fell away from one another, each frame falling to the floor to reveal the frame behind it, giving the illusion (in sequence) of movement in the real world. I was trapped, almost embedded into the visible edge of this mass. "Are you okay?" I asked of my wife, who said she was. "Are you a part of this?" I asked again. "Yes," she replied. "Of course!" I exclaimed, and began laughing myself silly again.
That all faded to grey, which divided into a fluid mass which split repeatedly on both x and y axes, looking like an infinite number of tightly spaced bullets, their trails forming the fabric of reality. Now an observer instead of one stuck in time/space, I became aware that two other entities were nearby, though I could not see or hear them. I got the distinct sense that there was a wager between the two entities to see if reality was, at the sum of it all, a noble venture or a failed venture. Though I thought at the time that one was God and the other one was the Devil, I now think that was merely a product of one entity having faith in humanity (God) while the other did not (Devil).
It began to seem that every human soul in the universe was like a thin white line that was carefully inserted into the chakras of the body. The white line acted like the needle of a record player; as vibrations of light, sound, and other forms of energy hit the needle, the body would act accordingly. Every action, word, and thought that came from the mind was really the effect of the soul's vibration against these forces, such that every action, word, and thought comes from without instead of within the mind. Upon realizing this, I saw that I had a power of my own, the power not to be influenced by these forces, whether they be good or evil. At this, I stood up straight in defiance of both good and evil, snapping the white line of my soul into a rigid cord that could not be affected from outside forces. My wife told me it looked as if I was standing for the first time in my life. "Yes, it's important, it's exactly like that," I replied.
From there, I began to see that I was on the porch where I started. I said, "you know, it's a good thing my nervous system only exists in this dimension, because if it existed in others, I think I'd be in a lot of pain right now."

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Posted by Traveler on 02/24/2009
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(author) I could have sworn I logged in before reporting this trip. Oh, well. 2 for 2 making an accidentally anonymous report. Maybe next time I'll get it right.

Posted by Synchronium on 02/24/2009
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It's happened to a few people... I'll look into it. At the very least, I'll tie this to your account.

Posted by Traveler on 02/24/2009
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There's a strange sensation I've gotten from both my trips that I am totally alone in this "block of universe," as if other people are inanimate objects like rocks and trees. In both trips I am very surprised when I hear people talk back; it's as if I'm talking to my dog, not expecting any intelligible reply, but suddenly I get one. Also, I repeatedly worry about nearby friends as if they are in some kind of danger. I think this says more about me than the drug, but it perplexes me that it happened both times.

Posted by Traveler on 02/24/2009
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Also, despite several commonalities between my two trips, what strikes me are the differences. The first one was extremely colorful despite being in a low-lit room at night, and the second one was almost colorless despite being outside in the middle of the day.
There's definitely a sense of progress from one trip to the other. In the first one I felt trapped the entire time, but in the second I felt a bit freer. Though I still had no place to go, I no longer felt tethered to time/space, and hope to explore that further in subsequent trips.

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