Possessed

As I inhaled the second cone I had just enough time to put the pipe down and lay back onto the bed.

As I began to lift my legs up, first my right leg then my left, I felt as if the action of them lifting created "echo’s" or ripples through space. It was another instant and I felt as if I was lying on the ground, outside in bright sunlight, with a brick wall to my right. I remember it was here that I had the thought "why did I do this naked?" as I felt all exposed, as if other people were looking at me naked.

The next moment I was far out in space on a plane as if the grids on a star map existed and I was standing on that plane, as if I was massive in proportion. I only have a broken memory of this zone, images of plastic toys, as if this was some sort of children’s nursery. My final memory from here was a strange little character that appeared like a little toy, almost elf like. But the expression on its face did not give away its true self. It was a sort of smile but not really a friendly one, nor evil but a smile in between. He was walking in a straight line through the "universe" pushing something like a lawnmower, I can’t remember what it was exactly. But as he pushed it along, leaving a straight line behind, the area to the right of the line disintegrated into nothingness. He didn’t seem to know that he was causing this destruction to a large part of the universe. He continued on as if he was running a pre programmed task, walking along a straight line through the universe pushing along a "line marker" effectively cutting it in two.

I remember becoming worried by this as he was about to intersect an area that felt important to me. I was in the process of telling "somebody" that we had to do something about this "fact" when, while doing so, I could see my real bedroom as if looking through a portal in space into my room. This sight reminded me who I was and I began to pass back through the membrane and into my body.

Coming back was very different this time. I was laying on my back physically but I can remember feeling as if I was entering by coming down onto me in a crawling position then on laying on top then into me I rolled over until I was laying on my back to match my body. It was while rolling over at about the halfway over point that I remember a thought that even though felt like my own was as if it was not mine but another "persons" that was sort of like "I do not know this person I am entering" it then received a reply that was like a reassurance, "don’t worry all the memories will be yours too, soon."

For a few minutes after I felt I had come back I was still a little affected, my vision had not yet returned properly. The scary part is either had my memories. I still felt as if I was an invader, like I had possessed myself, but at the same time thought that I was being silly "I am I" slowly my life began to be mine for real and felt fully like I had always been me.

The strangest thing about feeling like I have "possessed myself" is that the afterglow over the next few days echoed that theme. Kind of like a realisation of all my dreams and goals as something I can achieve and I am the "one" to do it (fulfil my dreams). To put it another way, say you suddenly found yourself inside someone else and "knowing" what they didn’t know, was able to see anything that was a block and a way around it or an unseen road to fulfil their wants out of life. Like we seem to be able to do well when looking from the outside. I have since felt an even greater thirst to enjoy living as I now have a much clearer vision of the path I am choosing to walk.

2nd August 2003

- Shayman
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Notes :

Q : how can you take Salvia - or any pscycotropic plant in fact - and lie down in bed with covers on? Yet that;'s what most people seem to do - i just can't cope with being in bed and tripping at the same time i have to get up and jump around and move my body because it feels so charged up!
- Rian

& : That sounds amazing - to share an experience is truly life-changing! I am in the process of reading about lots of Salvia experiences and one of the common threads i have noticed (including my own experiences) is that there is very often a wall with which the salvianaut either blends or is trying to get through or does get through. The wall can be made of a multitude of substances but it is always described as a wall - me, 'im always trying to go through that wall but havn't managed so far!
- Rian

- Shayman
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