I've also had this time-shifting experience while sailing the Salvinorin Seas. One of the most lucid visions I had was of a series of conveyor belts, like you see in a factory setting. They were layered one on top of another in a linear, horizontal striping fashion. One line stacked on top of the other, yet, they were moving in opposite directions from one another, every other level. While the conveyor belts were busily transporting their 'products' along at a measured clip, the belts were actually writhing and convulsing... undulating if you will? Much as the
Salvianaut does, as he/she melts into the rotating vacuum of other side, endlessly folding into itself. :shock:
As they buzzed along, they carried their 'products' into the distance beyond my visual range. Every other level traveled the opposite direction to the one above and the one bellow it. Some left and some right. Strangely enough, this almost appeared as a 2-dimensional animation or flat imaging. You know, like within in a cartoon? Just directions to the left and the right, with no multidimensionality of: North, South, East and West. No perpendicular angles were apparent, either.
This visual plane showed two distinct polarities, two opposite directions, layered upon themselves in alternate stripes. They behaved more like looooooong shanks of cloth, waving freely in the breeze or perhaps... the way sea weed waves along, with the deep currents at the bottom of the sea floor? Obviously, these were not the typical conveyor belts, which fill various earthly factory settings around this temporal planetary body.
They flowed along like large lasagna noodles, with wildly rippling edges (like the actual noodles have), yet, had all the appropriate visual features of a mechanical device, with the little interior rungs and the corresponding wheels. I watched in total fascination at their ceaseless spinning and efficient transportation of the goods. Apparently, their sole purpose was to move the 'products' from one point in this virtual time, to another. Products? Me? Other people? Who? Us? Gulp... are we merely the manipulations of some cosmic factory in the hidden realm of a magical interiors of dream space?
These identical self-products were all seated, symmetrically lined up upon these waving 'noodle belts' which were busy transporting 'the goods', were numerous versions of myself. I think they were me? Who am I? Some looked recognizable, others were totally unfamiliar to my mind's eye. Some were versions of myself as a small boy, some of my youthful self and many other variations in my sequential aging process. BTW, I am currently 52 years old, in ordinary
reality time.
Now, the intriguing part of this visual dynamic, was that some of the conveyors took the 'products' backwards in time and others took them forward in time. Every other layer. This was challenging to my sense of lineal continuity. I saw versions of myself in my elderly years, versions of my dying, dead and even decaying physical body... and versions which could only be described as fetal and nearly-but-not-born proto infants. These identical duplications gradually grew, seemingly naturally (in an accelerated, somewhat abstract manner) before my very eyes. These babies aged and became adult human beings, who I have no reference point for identifying. So, who were they? Why was I seeing their conveyor belts passing by? Is another being watching my present self flow by, unable to recognize just who is infiltrating their own Salvia visions? :idea:
At this point, I questioned if I could even recognize myself, let alone any of these emerging, unknown selves. Still, I somehow sensed they were me,
in a future lifetime! Or had they been me, in a past lifetime? Now, this is where it gets bizarre... I had the idea that we are all the same entity, ramified into multifarious forms, in multifarious time periods, upon multifarious worlds. All at once, simultaneously!!! There is reality to time, nor any difference between the distant past, near past, the present moment, near future or distant future (in Salvia Universe). In some unique way, the Salvinorin Spirit shows us this paradoxical
SECRET insight.
The more I focused, the more I realized that my grasp of
who I was... had dissolved in the frothing pulsations of the Salvia Loop. As I searched for something recognizable in the myriad, flowing conveyors, it struck me that I was all of these 'products'. The
I that my witness habitually believes itself to be, in this 3-dimensional physical timeline, was just a teeny tiny aspect of the multiplicity of the vast scope of the 'products' being sent off into the unknown future and arriving from an equally unknown past.
It was at this point in this oscillating vision, which I had the surfacing sense of my individuated ego awareness. I thought to myself, however abstractly,
"Why am I here, now? Why am I sitting in one place, when all my multiplicity of selves are being sent-off to God knows where?"
This question was followed by a more perplexing insight. One I desperately thought I needed to remember and bring back to this world of 3-dimensional, physical reality! The self I have become conditioned to perceive the tiny fraction of this incredibly vast universe of possibilities, which has come to be the witness to my own life...
does not really exist. We all learn to solidify a concrete sense of self-identification but it is thoroughly illusory. Reality is far more complex and abstract.
I believe this is true for all of us. We are just accessing one strand of this writhing mesh of energized awarenesses, as that is how the physical universe functions. In Salvia World, this gelatin membrane is torn away. Well, maybe is is dissolved in the bubbling electromagnetic vibration? Regardless of how my subjectivity was shattered... self, time and space are essentially plasticine, morphing and ever-expanding vibrations of thought particles (waving throughout all of eternity).
Anyway, I had a deep symbiotic connection to all of these conveyor belts, as I was zipping into each of their
realities, one after the other, after the next. At the liquid speed of lightning! I was completely lost in this process and wondered if I would ever return to a single strand, to my
normal consciousness? of course, the trance ended and I returned to my isolated existence. One single mind, living in a world of many separated minds.
The lesson in this vision? I think Lady Salvia wanted to show me that I was both, unreal as myself and also the one and the same 'product' that the conveyor belts were whizzing off to unknown territories. This is kind of comforting, after all. we are all unreal phantoms but are simultaneously, the same cosmic jelly stuff. Mind. The plasticine preceptory, magik silly putty. The negative image of the physical universe or the interior, mirrored dream imprint. Oh, I really can't put it into the correct words, as they don't exist yet. This one is a most bizarre and awfully difficult realities to encapsulate in verbal communication.
Overall, I am shown that I am essentially, nothing... yet, within this profound nothingness, I am truly the singularity of everything. I am all of the infinite 'products' being moved through the interior, parallel universe of this alternate dream-like consciousness, this mysterious Salvinorin Sea of Spirit.
She is a most certainly, a trickster and a very great teacher.
Paradox is her secret user name.
I always get the impression that there are several entities who "watch the fence" and will either beckon you forward, or give you the feeling that you're not welcome. This is absolutely non-existent when starting with a higher-end extract. You're just blasted right past the gates without any introduction or discussion. I prefer to tip-toe up to the door and ask politely to be allowed inside 
