I originally wrote this last night in the afterglow, but thanks to a chrome glitch it was lost in a crash when I went to preview post. I'll try to re-create that atmosphere though.The method of administration was quite crude, considering the circumstances that led me to aqquire some salvia 10x on my holiday in Perth. Very unexpected, but delightful none-the-less.
I used an aesthetically pleasing but woefully inefficient ceramic smoking pipe, the hole in the barrel being considerably larger and more suited to a "thicker herb".
To solve this problem I made a small bed of menthol tobacco at the base so no Sally could fall through, upon eyeballing what I think was 30-40mg of extract and resting it gently on the bed I was ready.
This is the third time I have ever dabbled with salvia, I have only ever experienced the gravity. An indescribable warmth, pushing at my shoulders and chest with an unnatural force backwards onto the dog-poo ridden lawn of my mothers back-yard. Flat on my back, the night sky is ablaze with the Stars that push through the light pollution on the outskirts of the city, the waxing wolf moon in the centre-view.I've got some butterfly's in my stomach, sitting on a chair in the 10sqm limestone courtyard of my fathers 2 bedroom unit. I had just guided a huntsman spider gently back over the fence to the nature reserve next door, she was a real beauty.
I lit the pipe, this time the entirety of the plant material ignited and I knew (based on my previous attempts) that this one would be very strong.
30 seconds in.
Exhaling what little smoke was left, I could sense the movement of the smoke leaving my lungs with another stronger force filling the space it had just occupied, it was the gravity. Different to the last time but strangely familiar.
My body became as limp as a rag doll, but the strength now coursing through my being was palpable. I was being suspended in reality by an unseen but heavily felt force.
1 minute.
I noticed the entire courtyard starting to shift, not with my eyes. But with a very strong feeling, akin to a grand Ferris wheel starting it's cumbersome first spin after a season of dormant winter. The left half of my body was rubbing against the wheel, my face was literally slapping against the paddles on this Great wheel of reality. Each paddle ripping a little part of me away as its momentum increased and I was lost in pure astonishment.
1 minute, 30 seconds.....I think.
The wheel was gaining speed. Faster. Faster. Faster.
It was remarkable, I noticed that the centre axis of what I was determining now to be a waterwheel spinning in the gravitas of the river of reality, the axis was actually the light in the corner.
A tungsten filament courtyard light, and I was being ripped around the photons in the same direction of the few moths and bugs that were orbiting it's luminescence. Each paddle of the wheel attached to a spoke/Ray of light was a frame of reality, tearing a piece of me away with every rotation.
All of me wanted to let go, and be spun away into something entirely different. But I think my observation was my anchor in reality.
3 minutes in.....what is a minute anyway?
Part of my being was digging in and holding firm while a majority of me was being thrust around the wheel. It never stopped increasing its speed but I could feel now it was falling away from the centre of me. Faster and farther out now.
This was the strangest feeling, that quickening pace of the wheel, coupled with the grounding halt of reality and I was sandwiched in between these two phenomenon.
I have recurrent dreams of voices that speak the same meaning, two distinct but intertwined voices. One incredibly fast, the other laboriously slow. Like separate frequencies of the same stuff. That is the only way I can compute this feeling.
I think if I had let go, it would have been a breakthrough experience. The afterglow was transcendent, filled with beautiful thoughts of the hidden realms in nature. I imagined the view of that huntsman spider from before, how I would react to a giant ape-like creature armed with an empty pot-plant invading my personal space and moving me away from the light, the light that beheld my nights hunt of roaches and the like.
Like I said at the beginning, I had written this all last night. I went to bed frustrated and angry at a simple glitch in some silly code that is completely meaningless. This morning is beautiful, it's a full wolf moon on a scorching hot day. Maybe I will breakthrough tonight. Maybe the wheel will take me for a full rotation. Maybe not.
Inconsistency is in my nature.
The simple PHYLLODE tekI'm just waiting for these bloody plants to grow