At the moment I am still having some very lgiht hallucinations, just temperature feelings on my skin. I just finished posting a blog entry, which I will now paste here for your amusement or information or whatever. Some things refer to other entries, but I think that there is enough to not worry about not knowing what I'm talking about. BEGIN:
As I type this I am on a salvia trip. My senses are currently fun and there are weird things, but I finished the part of my trip where I go somewhere. The sound effect that is the train bells described before has been simplified into the onamonepia (I will look the spelling up later) "grunyon" repeating over and over and this was used to name the cylindrical cells that build everythign. Like the first time where it built the bed the structure was built into my magic senses rolling out of the left. I concentrated on them to keep them real rather than erasing them by thinking about how the room was. I did not feel the presence that scared me the first time I tripped. I allowed the structure to build out and it wasn't a bed this time. This time with was a kind of cartoonish conveyor belt like I was being bought at a market. I then realized that this did not not make sense because I did not enter the trip with instructions on how I would be taken away, so however weird this was I followed it. It turned into something liker pasta beneath my feet with sauce and it was all still made out of the cylinder cells even the sauce and my legs were verty warm and the warmth wrapped up around me. This warmth is astill here, but the visualsed were in my room eyes closed lights off to work. I will require a higher concentration than 6x to have a meaningful trip. I don't know how much more information I will get out of studying these cells that structure reality at this level of the trip. During the entire trip I am able to communicate with the outside world. Having people with me this time (laying next to me sleeping aware that I am doing this being there in case I set fire to something since he'll wake up from that anyway) is a big distraction because of his noise and his warmth interfered with my trip reality. Don't know how much of a problem this will be at higher levels though I dion't think a sitter is good unless I am in a big room so they can be far away from me. Other stuff happened that wasn't too wacked out as far as my ability to describe it to you. As it happened I thought all of this would be conveyable in words for me, though I realised a normal person might not be able to because they have no experience with these magic senses from all their life and would not be able to put them into order so easily. Nothing revolutionary happened, just me observing structures at different views of the world in this cylinder cell format. I don't know if I will do anything about paragraphing this post later. I will now close my eyes and type more in a couple seconds end paragraph.
Obviously I was coordinated enough to walk out here after the initial minutres of the trip. I did not look at the time before I lay down after holding two lungfuls (which I did well) (I would like to add that my lung capacity has been tested at very significantly greater than average, which probably counts for something.) of the slightly over 1/8 teaspoon of 6x extract enhanced leaf. I am still a bit dizzy and my legs are warm. I wonder if other people at this very same level (3?) of trip would be coordinated, though, because my normal consciousness fluxuations can be pretty crazy and I've lived with it for a long time, though this drug produces stronger effects than naturally happen there is still nothing that I have not achieved far far beyond in meditation already before, but this is far more convenient because meditating this state for my lazy self does not happen even every few months.
I was meditating on a specific goal before beginning this trip but I think I learned like I said that I would not be given directions for what would happen so I should just let it take me and if I ever end up somewhere where I am at liberty to make a request I will but otherwise I will just follow the lead.
I remember during the conveyer belt grocery thing there were people left and right of me standing doing something like pushing the belt forward, but they seemed as artificial as the conveyor itself, I did not feel their soul which is something I can feel more of in a person in normal waking consciousness, but it is funny the person next to me I did not feel as more than warmth shooting warmths off down the direction of the conveyor and everything (north, towards our feet). Um I mean two people next to me, both to my left but they were both aware of what I was doing so it is good. I do not trust my judgement ight now to say thier names even though I may be being stupid or something. Some of you will probably know who they are anyway whatever doesn't matter back to what is at hand.
I still feel everything in its cell format, everything is made up of the cylinder cells with the sense that I say is like echolocation because it is like touch and like sight at the same time and there are shapes but no color.
I think I am comnig off it now. The trip part of the trip felt like no more than five minutes, which means it was probably ten or fifteen minutes. I totally did not keep track of when it was when I began. Sorry.
I'm feeling out of feeling like typing more not so it is time to set my icon and submit. Okay, that was trip number three for you. No, I didn't post trip number two here. I should compile that. Okay I will compile it now. I am still dizzy and warm and the world is made of cells.
My second trip was like this. It had the same people I am with now. I took half as much, or the same amount in the pipe but only one full inhale. The lgihts were on that time. I looked at the guy next to me and there were squares black like censoring bars at the tip of everything that pointed, like his eyes nose and fingers. The room was tilted so I lay down. This trip was lighter than my first trip. My third was the heaviest one. with this I laty down and everything felt segmented like it was made of cells like before but it didn't make it to the cylinder part. I thought I heard a girl ask him, is this a bad drug? and I asked him right away if she said that but he said no she didn't. And then I looked up and thought, I must sound really bad and I started laughing at that and kepy thinking of it, then I felt cordness in the air above me horizontal so I grabbed at it, then I looked at him and laughed saying that must look really bad and I just laughed. There was no presence in the second trip like the first one, either, which is funny cause the third which was what I am in right now didn't have it either even though I think this is stronger. Maybe the presence already finished setting up the machine which I have to ride out of the universe and is waiting on the other side now, or maybe I only felt the presence the first time because I had to accept it into me then and now it is in me for good and I will not feel fear from it again like the first time.
I want to add another part about what I did in meditation beforehand, but I think it would be prudent not to. It is not like a bad or naughty thing and it didn't involve anything vulgar or the two people who were with me, it is just, I dunno, involves somethi- well I dunno whatever. I seem impressed by the clearness of my typing, must be because spewing out information is built deeply into me. When I am at my most tired the only thing I am capable of as I tell people I am talking to at the time is just spitting out lots of sterile information on any subject like this. I do it well but don't make for good conversation. That is like this, brain not set up for interacting with the world but this information typing program in me works even in the most damaged consciousness states. It is pretty convenient I guess, because it also involves logging everything during trips and dreams and such for me to remember.
The size of the keys on the keyboard is funny. They seem small or something. It is like when I am sick and watching TV the people's heads always seemed small like pins. Crazy.
During my second trip one of the pseudoemotional tags in my mind to file the information on salvia changed.
Wow, longest journal entry in a long time. Too bad only some of you are allowed to enjoy it. =3 I think I will tell some more people even if they don't entirely understand because they are closest to me. *Shrug* I will think about it when I am sober.
It is really nice with these keys so small because somehow they seem easier to aim at. *Notices something* I'm not wearing my glasses, but I can read the computer screen as if I were. For those who don't know, I am a little nearsighted and would have to focus and maybe lean a bit to read comfortably.
These three trips I would say have been pretty mild as far as the potency of salvia goes, considering I was not oblivious to the world during any of them (or am I oblivious anyway when I am awake? XD). It has however given me loads of sdata about "nearby" layers of possible reality structure for me to employ in meditation, magic, and maybe more.
I look forward to a very educational relationship with this sage of the diviners.
I think I will stop now. Goodbye *Bows*
Salvia seems to be cooperating with me.