Holy fucking blazes, the voice of God speaks through this plant—It's overwhelming, yet enlightening, because once the fear wears off, you retain the insights learned by literally dreaming while awake. It's still echoing through my mind... I can't believe those idiots laughing at salvia—it must be like a mental safety net that I dont have—What I get on the stuff is cosmic revelations straight from the plant-brain, DNA level—I smoked in the middle of the night, again alone—The sweat absolutely sponged out of me almost immediately, and I got the fear that I'd "Licked the brightest beam in the rainbow" (some kind of idea that this must be the strongest hallucinogen in nature, but warped by this new, plant-like conciousness). I wondered why nobody had warned me) The heat was getting to me, and my knitted shirt felt harsh on my sweating skin. The simple act of yanking this rather heavy shirt and my jeans off was accompanied by the most bizarre biofeedback-type sensations, like looping coils of electric metal wire twisting and contracting in black space (my eyeball vision had faded again to near zero), filling my mind's eye, which now morphosized into an inner view of my brain, resembling the inside of a mouth, and the sensation of LICKING the hollow, palate-like pink structures as I used the various nodules of my lizard brain to move my "robot" limbs and trunk around. I felt hysterical amusement at these new, strange sensations. Then intense lethargy flooded my brain, my "ego" receded to nearly nothing, and I could suddenly sense the complete isolation of my laughter, of my entire EXISTENCE, here in this tiny room, surrounded by the infinite blackness of the cosmic void—Suddenly all I had in the world was this angelic electric lamp, and this squawking, unintelligible radio, as my companions—Aside from these, I was alone, and I felt a creeping fear set in, but this faded away as the lethargy increased to near immobility, and I sank to the bed like I'd been darted... I could almost feel my awareness seem to rise out of my immobilized body, which seemed weightless, and yet felt like it weighed a thousand tons, sinking into the bedspings... I quickly roasted two hits, and my thought patterns first BENT, then MELTED into one another like stirred paint and I could actually now HEAR this voice, a voice one normally only silently feels as a logical push, not only HEAR but FEEL it and SEE it, broadcasting into my left brain from on high like a six billion jiggawatt radio tower, pinning me to the ground, now literally shaking with death fear—I felt completely INSANE... The voice spoke absolute truths about existence and love and death and light and gravity—I begged to be released from the grip of this vast boiling machine that was now my brain—I felt like I'd been teleprted straight to armageddon—My mindscreen reduced to a strobing, warped portal through which I could peer about at the distant physical world—The rising morning sunlight filtering in through the window actually seemed like thin orange paint—wretched satanic thoughts were also beaming in, much weaker, from the right, and below, but attempting to immitate the style god was using—The difference between the two voices was obvious. Once the paralyzing fear passed, I was left with all the insights learned—Though in the depths of the trip I had a terrible fear that to do so would entirely destroy my mind—that if I remembered these revelations after the drug wore off, I'd never be able to return to "normal life"... Suddenly I couldn't take it—I was in a blind panic—I needed escape—I had a vision of happy mindless people dissolving these thoughts with alcoholic liquor—I ran to the fridge and opened it, with a vague intention of getting a beer—But I saw the red and white Reddi Whip can and grabbed it instead—I huffed a huge blast of the nitrous oxide, holding it in as long as I could with my heart going ten billion miles per second—I wanted sedation—Oblivion, God, please—But the gas now seemed to do practically nothing, just barely taking the heaviest edge off this intense mindfuck. Now, in the clear light of sanity, I feel these same insights are extremely beneficial. I recommend it, but only if you've ever wondered what it's like to have your ego and the outer layers of you psyche go dead asleep while the plant brain at the core hooks up straight into DNA/plant/eve type conciousness and beyond.
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