the other day a friend and I decided that we would take some salvia for old time sake. We each loaded a gravity bong of 10x purple sticky, and took our hits. The taste of the salvia hitting my lips was enough to bring that feeling back. I held my hit in as long as i could, i began to lose control of my body and sat down. I instantly remembered where salvia took me, it was my own world, a place i had created with my being. It felt so familiar, like i go there all the time. This place is extremely hard to describe in words. It was black, purple, yellow, and white. Everything was a bit foggy, probably because i was high on pot. There was a ball in the center of all it, and there was "space" coming out from the ball. To move around in this space you had to use words or thoughts. I began to turn my head, i could actually move around in my physical body and that would be moving around in this world. Then i started looking around at everyone. I exclaimed i am Trippy Land. My friend then began to speak, dude i'm in my own world, theres yellow people, and a bakery down the street. He had once too been to this world, i remember his first encounter with the yellow people. We began trying to describe our worlds. His was black and yellow. As we began to describe our worlds they began to fade though. What were these places, what is the point for going there. Why does it send us back to the same place everytime, is this our home, or is it a contruct of the mind?
i usually go to a place that contains this reality. like, this reality -- and others -- are tentacles rising up through the fabric that makes up this higher reality. there is a civilization there with extremely powerful beings. they want us to join them, but understand if we aren't ready to do that yet. they are very wise, and understanding, but also incredibly powerful. they seems to take seperate entities that are actually all unified and connected under one soul essence.
