posted on Sep, 9 2011 @ 06:14 AM
Good morning all!
Seems I missed quite a bit last night and yesterday. After reading for 2 hours last night, and an hour this morning, I have finally managed to catch
up from all the day's events.
A note on the capabilities of some of our natural illegal substances. About 3 years ago I managed my first (and only) time with Salvia. It was one
of the highly concentrated versions. My experience scared the heck out of me when it happened (think bad trip), but ever since I have wondered just
what it would be like if I could go into it knowing to expect what happened, "open minded". Three of us shared a bowl. I remember it going around
the circle the first time... nothing changed. Came around to me the second time... the other girl and I began laughing about how cool bubble were and
how fun it was to say the word bubbles... Came around the third time, and by the time the pipe left my hand, I was gone. They say I hit it a fourth
time, I don't remember it at all. They say I got up off the couch and started to wander into the kitchen. When asked where I was going I said "I
just want to go to the kitchen". They say looking into my eyes it was as if nobody was home. They got me back to the couch but I kept standing up.
Eventually I managed to move myself to a chair in the room and seemed content to stay there. I don't remember any of these actions at all. What I
remember begins in the chair.
I WAS THE CHAIR. My thoughts were not human thoughts. My thought processes did not come together in any way I had ever experienced before. I was the
chair, I thought like the chair, I felt like the chair. I could not move, or speak. It really scared me. Gradually my thoughts became more and more
human. I was able to string together concrete thoughts in ways I was used to thinking. I could hear them (the other people in the room) talking to
me, trying to get me to snap out of it. I could not answer them. I felt like I was yelling at them from the other end of a long tunnel, but they
could not hear me. As the minutes wore on I gradually came back to my own consciousness. I began to feel my own physical body "rise" up through
the chair. I began to separate myself from it. Once I reached a certain point I was finally able to start forming words. I was scared out of my
mind. Throughout the process I truly thought I was the chair. I remember getting frustrated because no one could understand that since I was the
chair I could not answer them... chairs do not speak. When it was all over I had the worst "hang over" of my life. The rest of the day I was
physically drained, light was my enemy, and all I wanted to do was sleep.
Looking back I really do think I merged consciousness with the chair. I have always "known" that everything has a spirit. But it is a completely
different thing to experience what an in-animate object's consciousness really is. There is nothing human about it. The "thoughts" are not words.
As I said, I would love to experience this again knowing that this would happen. Take the fear factor out of the equation (I didn't know while it
was happening if I would ever be human again) and just BE.
I understand more fully now why the "mystics" through the ages have used these types of natural substances to open themselves to the universe. I
could see how it could be a truly beautiful experience with the world around you if only you had the knowledge beforehand and did not walk into it
I think that's where the problem lies in modern day drug usage. The users have no point, no understanding of what is happening, only the physical
feeling that goes with it. That is where the true danger lies. With the proper preparations.... who knows....