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If an entity in the sky with candy doesn't count as an alien I don't know what does. The sinking happens to me. I often forget I have a body til I try moving.
I love reading Salvia trip reports. Not Mine:
This third hit was magnificent. And I held it in for about 20 seconds or so, feeling it pulled deeper into my lungs, or so it felt, the whole time. I felt my senses transform in a way that was quite interesting, in that there was really nothing I could pinpoint as "different." Then I realized that I was seeing the world for the first time, in a quite real and convincing way. But it was harsh: it was a flash of sensory overload. It was as if there were a certain barrier that this salvinorin passed through, and then, there I was, immediately: in a completely different place. It pushed me through some kind of membrane, and it happened in the blink of my mind's eye. Feeling the whole garage (I know, what a setting) become brighter than anything I have ever imagined, very unfamiliar because it seemed so real. It leapt from the usual mundane view to something so frighteningly *in-my-face* that it was as if I had never known it, seen it before. Never seen ANYthing. As I exhaled this smoke, so deliberately and slowly, I realized that I could freak out–this was a complete shift in reality. This was like having new existential eyes. I mean, it was the same me, the same place, the same eyes, senses, and feeling–but there was something shockingly ineffable about it. And wasn't I supposed to feel *fucked-up* if I was on this intense a trip?
It was as if I had been born again. But it was not exactly so, because I didn't feel really "different." What was it????
Well, as if to answer my question, a whole layer of reality ricocheted out of space into my head. A sound: a voice, and a whole bunch of some-sort-of-smurf-elf-like creatures that seem to comprise DMT hyperspace. I swear to you, there were entities there, and they were playing! They were dancing and swirling, laughing and living in complete, unadulterated bliss! I could glance at them, astonished and with my eyes probably as wide as the gap between my chin, as it lay on the floor, and my upper lip. Real animals came out of nowhere and all of a sudden I was on the verge of their village! It was like this, I was watching one of those jukeboxes, except that it is an experiential jukebox, and the records are not just phonographs, and they are not recorded sounds of us humans and our music, and they are unreal, in this respect; these *are* layers of reality, and one of them just flipped out from the astral pile in my consciousness (or was it really just my consciousness??) and played to my mind in vivid detail. It was as if I was the needle, as crazy as I know this sounds, and the life of a whole fucking cosmos was being played to my Soul, as encaptured by some layer/disc of reality. That is what it seemed like.
These things, they flashed so quickly before me, they said "Come play with us! Come on and join us! Come here and rid yourself of all your worrying and your shit! *Dammit* come on!" And they were flying before my open eyes, as if to wash everything else out. They did look like smurfs, yet they weren't blue and they weren't fucking annoying. They were more like elves, gnomes, yes, and they were, well, quite paradoxical. Like enlightened children. Like a totally different representation of cosmic intelligence than you would expect. (I did not think God was in an elf! but, alas, there was a spirit of that very character in them.) And it was almost cartoonish, it was so colorful. The "derealized" cartoonish take of this quite freaked me out, as it was SO real, yet SO foreign to anything I had imagined. This was some sort of truth. This whole galaxy that was flipped over so I could see it, I could leap into. But something was keeping me back. I was scared to the core that I would never come back.
This was so real, for a moment I wholly forgot that I was "tripping." I hate that term, it is hackneyed and insufficient. This was a "journey" and a consciousness dance, but nothing short of mind-blowing and quite real in spirit. There was no sense of inebriation, and when I stopped to grab a hold of my normal scope of reality–as it was always palpable, if need be–I could be normalized. And then I noticed that there was a difference.
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