RealAwareness
Rising Star
Several years ago, I did some experimentation with Salvia. Having read about it online, I was curious, so ordered a 10x extract from a reputable vendor. When the small package arrived, I excitedly pulled out my pipe and proceeded to smoke a small amount. My threshold dosage experiences were somewhat self-limiting, as these "fields of force" would appear, like a vortex, in my vision. Yet these same fields would twist my body; the fields were like literal physical fields, and the twisting effect they had in pulling my body was somewhat uncomfortable to me. I knew there was more to be had though, so gradually I built up the courage to attempt a breakthrough dose.
Outside by the hot tub and gazebo one fine spring day, I decided to go for it. I loaded up a largish amount, and began smoking. When the fields of force effect hit, I took one more monster hit - and then another. The breakthrough, when it came, was instantaneous.
There was no transition. I was here, and then I was ... there. "There" consisting of me, as a 6 foot tall empty coca-cola can, marching side-by-side with other Coca-cola cans, with this giant, screaming machine above and behind us. Imagine some sort of rectangular mechanical jaw. We were framed within this jaw, and the jaw was perpetually crushing us, the cans, and pulling us back straight. A never-ending crushing and de-crushing and straightening.
I had no recollection of my previous earth-life. This crushing existence was all I knew. We were in something like an open air strip-mine, and were slaves, being punished for some reason. This is all I knew: I was a slave, and existence was punishment. Across the pit, on a ramp ascending by the interior side of the pit, I saw other columns of cans, strapped in machines such as the one I was in, forever marching in their bleak existence of crushing and straightening.
It hurt. It literally physically hurt - just like a can would feel, if a can could feel. In a massive effort, I attempted to tear free from the machine. I was marching up a ramp like the one described above, the noise was deafening of the machine, the crushing, and I pulled an arm out of the can...and then another one...and then my legs...and then tore free of the fully immersive vision, gradually finding myself slowly marching up the steps to the back door of my house.
I went inside, and sat down on the couch, stunned. WTF?? What kind of drug turns you into a bloody 6 foot aluminum can?? The next day, I gave the remainder to a friend at work. He took it to a party, and it was passed around, and I heard some funny stories (One person was simply stunned, and was heard to comment, "I wasn't expecting THAT" ), but no one attempted a breakthrough dose.
In hindsight, the vision was very reflective of my life and feelings at the time - feeling like a slave, enchained to things in my life that were literally enslaving me. I have since broke free of all addictive substances except for nicotine, which is last on my list. It was a big list, including alcohol, pot (2 oz of chronic a month), GHB, benzos and opiates. To quit everything took me several years. But I am clean now, have been for almost a year, and with the exception of entheogens (which I never used abusively anyways), intend to stay that way. I wouldn't point to this experience as having initiated the process though - it simply showed me where I was at, in a rather graphic, painful manner.
But there is also lifestyle slavery - the rat race, debt, things. I have also dealt with much of that, and am close to not even needing a job anymore, having built up a small, but successful online business. But I have to tell you - if that was a healing, revealing experience, it was the kind of experience I only needed to have ONCE. Never again.
Outside by the hot tub and gazebo one fine spring day, I decided to go for it. I loaded up a largish amount, and began smoking. When the fields of force effect hit, I took one more monster hit - and then another. The breakthrough, when it came, was instantaneous.
There was no transition. I was here, and then I was ... there. "There" consisting of me, as a 6 foot tall empty coca-cola can, marching side-by-side with other Coca-cola cans, with this giant, screaming machine above and behind us. Imagine some sort of rectangular mechanical jaw. We were framed within this jaw, and the jaw was perpetually crushing us, the cans, and pulling us back straight. A never-ending crushing and de-crushing and straightening.
I had no recollection of my previous earth-life. This crushing existence was all I knew. We were in something like an open air strip-mine, and were slaves, being punished for some reason. This is all I knew: I was a slave, and existence was punishment. Across the pit, on a ramp ascending by the interior side of the pit, I saw other columns of cans, strapped in machines such as the one I was in, forever marching in their bleak existence of crushing and straightening.
It hurt. It literally physically hurt - just like a can would feel, if a can could feel. In a massive effort, I attempted to tear free from the machine. I was marching up a ramp like the one described above, the noise was deafening of the machine, the crushing, and I pulled an arm out of the can...and then another one...and then my legs...and then tore free of the fully immersive vision, gradually finding myself slowly marching up the steps to the back door of my house.
I went inside, and sat down on the couch, stunned. WTF?? What kind of drug turns you into a bloody 6 foot aluminum can?? The next day, I gave the remainder to a friend at work. He took it to a party, and it was passed around, and I heard some funny stories (One person was simply stunned, and was heard to comment, "I wasn't expecting THAT" ), but no one attempted a breakthrough dose.
In hindsight, the vision was very reflective of my life and feelings at the time - feeling like a slave, enchained to things in my life that were literally enslaving me. I have since broke free of all addictive substances except for nicotine, which is last on my list. It was a big list, including alcohol, pot (2 oz of chronic a month), GHB, benzos and opiates. To quit everything took me several years. But I am clean now, have been for almost a year, and with the exception of entheogens (which I never used abusively anyways), intend to stay that way. I wouldn't point to this experience as having initiated the process though - it simply showed me where I was at, in a rather graphic, painful manner.
But there is also lifestyle slavery - the rat race, debt, things. I have also dealt with much of that, and am close to not even needing a job anymore, having built up a small, but successful online business. But I have to tell you - if that was a healing, revealing experience, it was the kind of experience I only needed to have ONCE. Never again.
