Alright, so, after my glowing Salvia experience that I had a few days ago Reality Confirming Experience!!! I EXIST I EXIST I EXIIIIIIIIISSSST!!!!!!!!!!! - Salvia Divinorum - Welcome to the DMT-Nexus , I decided to explore that state again, and see what there is for me to learn, having already learned so much. What could be next? I wanted to once again metaphorically meld with this inner intelligence that seemed to be the heart of consciousness, seemed to know everything from the inside out, seemed to be everything, and was totally intimate with my life. It was such a benevolent, happy force, I wanted to feel that again and see what it had to say this time. I thought maybe this time if I take in enough salvia, maybe I’ll actually see things like other people describe, though I don't seem to experience on salvia, like have visions that people describe as very vivid. I've always been confused why I don't seem to really "see" anything while I'm on salvia, it's more like becoming very intimate with consciousness, and experiecing powerful revelations.
So, I went to the forest again, did my meditation and exercise thing, when I got exhausted from exercise, I decided to take a break and smoke some salvia. I loaded the bowl and smoked it very carefully, but again I coughed, so didn’t get the full hit. I even coughed right in to the bong and the water sprayed right out the bowl and expelled the salvia. But at least this time I was able to hold in the smoke.
I waited 30 seconds or so, exhaled, and could feel my body start to go. I began to feel that all knowing intelligence within. “Yes! I can feel it, I thought!” This is just a metaphor, not literal, but it felt like my consciousness was beaming up to a spaceship with an alien, or higher intelligence that lived inside my head. This intelligence is the all knowing, all seeing controller, my “true self”, so to speak, which feels more familiar than anything possibly could. But there was a problem. I got stuck half way up. It felt like I was going up, but I didn’t take in enough of the salvia to really get to that zone. Now I was receiving messages from this intelligence, it was saying, “ha ha, you’re almost there, but you’re going to have to smoke a little bit more than that to really reach me”.
So, with wobbly hands I tied to stay in everyday reality as much as possible so I could try to load the bowl for more. As I was doing this, it began to feel completely absurd! This higher intelligence began mocking me. It was laughing at me, “ha ha! You dummy. What are you doing trying to reach that which you already are? Go ahead and try to load your bowl….. you’re not going to find what you’re looking for.”
So there I am, feeling like a fool trying to load this bowl and take another hit, I was half way between the real world and some other form of consciousness. I had the sense that if I smoked more, it would not be good. I had the sense that what I was doing was completely fabricated and absurd, and I had the feeling that if I smoked more, everything was going to become an absurdity. But I just HAD to know. I felt I just had to know what is really going on here, what is this absurdity I'm goign toward? And so, I smoked some more, and fully broke through. I got my wish…. And just as I thought would happen, it was not nice.
So this intelligence started communicating with me. First it says, “OK, you fully made it through. Congrats. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YAY! (fireworks go off in the head)” The reason it says happy birthday is because when I break through, I have the sense that I have just died, and am being reborn. So it says to me, happy birthday! This is the first moment in your new life.
The intelligence continued communicating….. "now that that’s over…. I have something to show you. You really broke through this time. Now you've done it. Now you've really really done it. You're not going to like what you see here, and once you see it, you won't be able to take it back. You want to know what’s going on in the universe, well here’s the answer…. THERE IS NO ANSWER!!!!!! It was all you. EVERYTHING. Your entire life is not just your life, it’s all that is. There is literally no one here but you. And even you don’t exist. This thing you think of as “your life” isn’t your life….. it’s just some temporary mysterious phenomenon that has no answer or explanation whatsoever, and it’s going to end the day you die, and that’ll be the end of everything. You thought you were going to hallucinate and now you find there is nothing to hallucinate, there is no universe, and no you either. Even this thing you’re interpreting as a “super intelligence” is a fabrication. There is no answer to anything. And that's the absurdity. That there is no answer to anything, that I am somehow the only one here, and yet I am in control of none of it. It doesn't make sense.
This was the greatest anti climax that could be imagined. I just sat there for the trip with the most bemused look on my face. I was like, “ok universe, this really isn’t funny anymore. This just…. sucks. I don't want this knowledge.”. Here I was expecting to come in contact with some super intelligence, and I found that behind that super intelligence is absolutely NOTHING. NOTHING!!!! Just a question and a questioner playing itself out until it ends. Like a wave just forming and crashing and dying until it ends, except the wave is conscious…. And there’s only one wave that ever existed…. and it’s me.
This was horrible. I thought… “no….. no no no no…. not this. Anything but this. This, I remember, is the thing that terrified me so much on my high dose dmt trips, only now it is even clearer to a point where I can articulate it, and kept some memory of it.” I reached a point of absolute solipsism, and thought I had gone permanently insane. I thought, there is no way I could possibly function in the world with the knowledge that anything I see is…. ME. How will I talk to people? Can’t. There was the fear that since it’s all me, my most unimaginable nightmares are going to manifest.
There were no visions of anything as this was happening. And I thought to myself, “what about all the visions I was supposed to see on salvia?. The intelligence communicated with me, “it was all you, you made up that story of what hallucinating is supposed to be like, you made up the whole vision/fractal thing…. there are no hallucinations. All those reports you read about people hallucinating didn’t happen, it was something you made up. And the only reason I allowed you to see those entheogen reports was so that you would be attracted to doing entheogens, and it would bring you to this point right now, so that I could show you what you are. That’s just how this story goes.”
Now, try to understand, I don’t take this message literally. When the intelligence told me, “those reports from other people didn’t really happen” it’s not necessarily saying that there is no one else out there, it is saying that anything I think about anything is merely my own interpretation of how things are. So, for example, when I read reports of other people having cev’s or oev’s, I formed an idea of what that must be like… but it’s just an idea. The reality of the experience is something completely different. My idea of something is only an expectation, a fabricated reality, my idea of what something is…. But not actually experiencing that thing. The intelligence was telling me that anything I see in this world is not objectively real, but an interpretation. Not only is the physical world an interpretation, but also the emotional and mental landscape. Each individual experiences reality differently through their various mental and emotional capabilities. For some people, like agoraphobics, being in a public place is scary thing, but for many others, a public place is a safe, familiar place. The experience of it is completely different from person to person. And I realized that when I look across and see someone I know, I’m not actually seeing that person, I’m just seeing an interpretation, my own interpretation…. There is no way around this.
Now, during the trip I was terrified and felt I could not function with such knowledge. Basically, the core message is much the same received on other trips…. Only more in your face and intense this time. The message was, “you don’t know what life is, you are not in control of what happens, the universe is utterly mysterious, yet in your normal life, you have the choice to make whatever you want out of life.” While on the drug, the message was literal, “there is no one here but you”. But there was also the message, “the freedom you have is to make absolutely anything you want out of your experiences. Anything at all.” Therefore, it is not a doomed feeling. The freedom is that I can choose to believe and act as though other people are out there. And of course that’s what I’m going to do, since if I acted in life as if no one was there, it would extremely bland and probably wouldn’t enjoy life much. So, I’ll play the game of life like everyone else, I’m just a regular guy living my life and that’s it.
There was also a tremendously pressing responsibility placed upon my shoulders during this trip. The responsibility is that since I am the only one who lives my life, there was a very pressing sense that I need to take total and complete responsibility for everything that happens in my life, only I can take responsibility for my mental state, and what I choose to do with this life. It may sound like an obvious responsibility, but there’s somehow more to it. I somehow had the sense that eventually I am going to have to give up EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING. Physical self, mental, spiritual, emotional, it’s all going to be either given up, or forcibly ripped apart. I had the sense that my whole life I’ve been avoiding certain things so that I can remain comfortable…. But somehow the power of an all powerful force is telling me that the right thing to do is to give to others, and don’t worry so much about what happens to myself. It’s strange and contradictory, in a sense. Because just a minute ago I was saying that I’m the only one here, and there is no one else. If that were the case, wouldn’t it make sense to only care about myself and not care about others? Somehow, that is not the case, somehow the opposite is true. It’s like the universe is telling me, “you know how this story is going to end…. You know you’re going to have to give everything up. Just give it all up expecting absolutely nothing for yourself”. There is a sense of awe and majesty, like there is some force that is ultimately going to bring me to my knees and I will say, “yes God, I give everything up to your will”.
I realized that giving is something that can only be done if you expect nothing in return. It’s not really giving if you actually want to get something back, if you want to prove some point, or get somewhere, or achieve something. It’s the spirit of giving itself that is important. I also realized that it’s not necessarily the cause that you give to, it’s just your willingness to give that counts. In the past, I’ve kind of taken the attitude, “I suppose it would be good to give to this or that cause…. but I don’t think I will because it’s not really worth it. I don’t want to dedicate myself to that particular cause, it’s not a high enough cause for me, I want to save my giving to something greater”. I realized if you’re willing to give a lot to a cause that might even make just a little difference…. You’ll find it opens a door… it opens a floodgate in which you might be willing to give EVERYTHING at any time, just to fulfill the very idea of giving itself. You may find yourself willing to give to both the big causes and the little causes, instead of finding yourself frustrated, like there’s some big thing you need to achieve, but can never seem to get there. I just have this sense that at some point my heart is going to break open and I’m just going to give and give to express my love and my thanks that I exist, and have been blessed with this life. Something in me is telling me that giving is the best way to thank God. It will only happen when I, or the universe is ready. Right now I’m more like a scared child. Maybe I’ll always be that scared child, and I’ll just have to own up and push that unavoidable fear in to the unknown realm of love and compassion even for the things in life that I don’t like.
So….. ultimately, the message will turn out to be very positive. The thing is, at the time, it was a REAL downer. It was as if my last salvia trip was not a full breakthrough, it was like looking through a semi transparent curtain. I could see partially through the curtain, and on the other side was the true nature of existence. From my side of the curtain, I thought I saw something magnificent and wonderful on the other side, and I wanted to look behind the curtain. But in this most recent experience, I fully broke through, opened the curtain and instead of seeing true self, or something wonderful, I saw absolutely NOTHING. Just a big fat impossible void.
Yet somehow, through the terror of all this, the universe is somehow giving me a key. As if it’s saying…. There is no answer, so you might as well just give and help and spread love. Doing so is life affirming. Doing not is hiding from your life. I guess I was expecting one thing, got another and felt tremendous responsibility.
So, I went to the forest again, did my meditation and exercise thing, when I got exhausted from exercise, I decided to take a break and smoke some salvia. I loaded the bowl and smoked it very carefully, but again I coughed, so didn’t get the full hit. I even coughed right in to the bong and the water sprayed right out the bowl and expelled the salvia. But at least this time I was able to hold in the smoke.
I waited 30 seconds or so, exhaled, and could feel my body start to go. I began to feel that all knowing intelligence within. “Yes! I can feel it, I thought!” This is just a metaphor, not literal, but it felt like my consciousness was beaming up to a spaceship with an alien, or higher intelligence that lived inside my head. This intelligence is the all knowing, all seeing controller, my “true self”, so to speak, which feels more familiar than anything possibly could. But there was a problem. I got stuck half way up. It felt like I was going up, but I didn’t take in enough of the salvia to really get to that zone. Now I was receiving messages from this intelligence, it was saying, “ha ha, you’re almost there, but you’re going to have to smoke a little bit more than that to really reach me”.
So, with wobbly hands I tied to stay in everyday reality as much as possible so I could try to load the bowl for more. As I was doing this, it began to feel completely absurd! This higher intelligence began mocking me. It was laughing at me, “ha ha! You dummy. What are you doing trying to reach that which you already are? Go ahead and try to load your bowl….. you’re not going to find what you’re looking for.”
So there I am, feeling like a fool trying to load this bowl and take another hit, I was half way between the real world and some other form of consciousness. I had the sense that if I smoked more, it would not be good. I had the sense that what I was doing was completely fabricated and absurd, and I had the feeling that if I smoked more, everything was going to become an absurdity. But I just HAD to know. I felt I just had to know what is really going on here, what is this absurdity I'm goign toward? And so, I smoked some more, and fully broke through. I got my wish…. And just as I thought would happen, it was not nice.
So this intelligence started communicating with me. First it says, “OK, you fully made it through. Congrats. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YAY! (fireworks go off in the head)” The reason it says happy birthday is because when I break through, I have the sense that I have just died, and am being reborn. So it says to me, happy birthday! This is the first moment in your new life.
The intelligence continued communicating….. "now that that’s over…. I have something to show you. You really broke through this time. Now you've done it. Now you've really really done it. You're not going to like what you see here, and once you see it, you won't be able to take it back. You want to know what’s going on in the universe, well here’s the answer…. THERE IS NO ANSWER!!!!!! It was all you. EVERYTHING. Your entire life is not just your life, it’s all that is. There is literally no one here but you. And even you don’t exist. This thing you think of as “your life” isn’t your life….. it’s just some temporary mysterious phenomenon that has no answer or explanation whatsoever, and it’s going to end the day you die, and that’ll be the end of everything. You thought you were going to hallucinate and now you find there is nothing to hallucinate, there is no universe, and no you either. Even this thing you’re interpreting as a “super intelligence” is a fabrication. There is no answer to anything. And that's the absurdity. That there is no answer to anything, that I am somehow the only one here, and yet I am in control of none of it. It doesn't make sense.
This was the greatest anti climax that could be imagined. I just sat there for the trip with the most bemused look on my face. I was like, “ok universe, this really isn’t funny anymore. This just…. sucks. I don't want this knowledge.”. Here I was expecting to come in contact with some super intelligence, and I found that behind that super intelligence is absolutely NOTHING. NOTHING!!!! Just a question and a questioner playing itself out until it ends. Like a wave just forming and crashing and dying until it ends, except the wave is conscious…. And there’s only one wave that ever existed…. and it’s me.
This was horrible. I thought… “no….. no no no no…. not this. Anything but this. This, I remember, is the thing that terrified me so much on my high dose dmt trips, only now it is even clearer to a point where I can articulate it, and kept some memory of it.” I reached a point of absolute solipsism, and thought I had gone permanently insane. I thought, there is no way I could possibly function in the world with the knowledge that anything I see is…. ME. How will I talk to people? Can’t. There was the fear that since it’s all me, my most unimaginable nightmares are going to manifest.
There were no visions of anything as this was happening. And I thought to myself, “what about all the visions I was supposed to see on salvia?. The intelligence communicated with me, “it was all you, you made up that story of what hallucinating is supposed to be like, you made up the whole vision/fractal thing…. there are no hallucinations. All those reports you read about people hallucinating didn’t happen, it was something you made up. And the only reason I allowed you to see those entheogen reports was so that you would be attracted to doing entheogens, and it would bring you to this point right now, so that I could show you what you are. That’s just how this story goes.”
Now, try to understand, I don’t take this message literally. When the intelligence told me, “those reports from other people didn’t really happen” it’s not necessarily saying that there is no one else out there, it is saying that anything I think about anything is merely my own interpretation of how things are. So, for example, when I read reports of other people having cev’s or oev’s, I formed an idea of what that must be like… but it’s just an idea. The reality of the experience is something completely different. My idea of something is only an expectation, a fabricated reality, my idea of what something is…. But not actually experiencing that thing. The intelligence was telling me that anything I see in this world is not objectively real, but an interpretation. Not only is the physical world an interpretation, but also the emotional and mental landscape. Each individual experiences reality differently through their various mental and emotional capabilities. For some people, like agoraphobics, being in a public place is scary thing, but for many others, a public place is a safe, familiar place. The experience of it is completely different from person to person. And I realized that when I look across and see someone I know, I’m not actually seeing that person, I’m just seeing an interpretation, my own interpretation…. There is no way around this.
Now, during the trip I was terrified and felt I could not function with such knowledge. Basically, the core message is much the same received on other trips…. Only more in your face and intense this time. The message was, “you don’t know what life is, you are not in control of what happens, the universe is utterly mysterious, yet in your normal life, you have the choice to make whatever you want out of life.” While on the drug, the message was literal, “there is no one here but you”. But there was also the message, “the freedom you have is to make absolutely anything you want out of your experiences. Anything at all.” Therefore, it is not a doomed feeling. The freedom is that I can choose to believe and act as though other people are out there. And of course that’s what I’m going to do, since if I acted in life as if no one was there, it would extremely bland and probably wouldn’t enjoy life much. So, I’ll play the game of life like everyone else, I’m just a regular guy living my life and that’s it.
There was also a tremendously pressing responsibility placed upon my shoulders during this trip. The responsibility is that since I am the only one who lives my life, there was a very pressing sense that I need to take total and complete responsibility for everything that happens in my life, only I can take responsibility for my mental state, and what I choose to do with this life. It may sound like an obvious responsibility, but there’s somehow more to it. I somehow had the sense that eventually I am going to have to give up EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING EVERYTHING EVERYTHING. Physical self, mental, spiritual, emotional, it’s all going to be either given up, or forcibly ripped apart. I had the sense that my whole life I’ve been avoiding certain things so that I can remain comfortable…. But somehow the power of an all powerful force is telling me that the right thing to do is to give to others, and don’t worry so much about what happens to myself. It’s strange and contradictory, in a sense. Because just a minute ago I was saying that I’m the only one here, and there is no one else. If that were the case, wouldn’t it make sense to only care about myself and not care about others? Somehow, that is not the case, somehow the opposite is true. It’s like the universe is telling me, “you know how this story is going to end…. You know you’re going to have to give everything up. Just give it all up expecting absolutely nothing for yourself”. There is a sense of awe and majesty, like there is some force that is ultimately going to bring me to my knees and I will say, “yes God, I give everything up to your will”.
I realized that giving is something that can only be done if you expect nothing in return. It’s not really giving if you actually want to get something back, if you want to prove some point, or get somewhere, or achieve something. It’s the spirit of giving itself that is important. I also realized that it’s not necessarily the cause that you give to, it’s just your willingness to give that counts. In the past, I’ve kind of taken the attitude, “I suppose it would be good to give to this or that cause…. but I don’t think I will because it’s not really worth it. I don’t want to dedicate myself to that particular cause, it’s not a high enough cause for me, I want to save my giving to something greater”. I realized if you’re willing to give a lot to a cause that might even make just a little difference…. You’ll find it opens a door… it opens a floodgate in which you might be willing to give EVERYTHING at any time, just to fulfill the very idea of giving itself. You may find yourself willing to give to both the big causes and the little causes, instead of finding yourself frustrated, like there’s some big thing you need to achieve, but can never seem to get there. I just have this sense that at some point my heart is going to break open and I’m just going to give and give to express my love and my thanks that I exist, and have been blessed with this life. Something in me is telling me that giving is the best way to thank God. It will only happen when I, or the universe is ready. Right now I’m more like a scared child. Maybe I’ll always be that scared child, and I’ll just have to own up and push that unavoidable fear in to the unknown realm of love and compassion even for the things in life that I don’t like.
So….. ultimately, the message will turn out to be very positive. The thing is, at the time, it was a REAL downer. It was as if my last salvia trip was not a full breakthrough, it was like looking through a semi transparent curtain. I could see partially through the curtain, and on the other side was the true nature of existence. From my side of the curtain, I thought I saw something magnificent and wonderful on the other side, and I wanted to look behind the curtain. But in this most recent experience, I fully broke through, opened the curtain and instead of seeing true self, or something wonderful, I saw absolutely NOTHING. Just a big fat impossible void.
Yet somehow, through the terror of all this, the universe is somehow giving me a key. As if it’s saying…. There is no answer, so you might as well just give and help and spread love. Doing so is life affirming. Doing not is hiding from your life. I guess I was expecting one thing, got another and felt tremendous responsibility.