To sing Her praises is not to argue with those who don't feel the connection at this moment (or ever) with thisway/ mode/ vision/ door/ chemical/ presence...MYSTERY. Now, with that out of the way..... I lay my body down upon this sacred earth in full-feeling-prostration at the feet of this wondrous and powerful initiation, sacred rite and organic Teacher. I feel Her an avalanche of humbling awe: the near heart-stopping beauty, the mind-shattering awe,...all should be so lucky as to welcome such dis-illusion. Our beloved brother Terrence once quipped when the seriousness of the immediacy of the transformative power of psychedelics in comparison of a life of meditation "....I mean no one heads to the ashram with their knees knocking in fear for the transformation process that is about to occur....". Not to knock meditation at all (having logged my share of years of it as well) but, as with psilocybin, ayahuasca and DMT (for me) there is a healthy "nervous anticipation" as well as what i can only imagine to be something akin to the excitement a groom has awaiting his bride or a son for the arrival of his beloved mother after some long cosmic separation. Braggers Beware. I say all this, and hope it can be felt as such by you, as a confession, a grace, a gift....nothing like anykind of boasting or narcissistic self-attention. I seek only, by saying anything about how it is for me, to add my testament to the psalms of how She has been for me.....one man's grateful babbling in praise of who She can be for you, who She is for me. I have the strangest feeling that Salvia is also giving me (providing us all/those willing) a chance to practice the "art" of dying. Something so ephemerally familiar about the place/space it takes you to, no? The flavor of profound transition is in the air and for me always coming into some kind of "collectivity of souls". God!, i wish i could better language this, for me, for you, in honor of what is revealed. This cosmic cat gets, obviously, more than just our tongues here. Like some great Easter-egg hunt or the like but played on a gaming interface many levels deep and with NO idea who the other players are or the nature/intent of the "game". Every deeply honest trip-report drags back a portion of it, a glint of that light, a waft of IT....... but clearly the impulse to share in words what it all means to us is an undertaking orders removed from the specter of novelty we cast ourselves into "there". WHo's ready for THAT "there" here will feel teased at and invited (pulled) to continue to come deeper, let go more and more, be penetrated by and merge into....into WHAT?!?! ....a place, a space, others, energies...? There is a sense of braving/breaking some kind of taboo; this sense of having (or for so many, fearing to have) gone "too far" and then stretched that far (where "that" is as far as you can allow/go), looking back now and comparing that state to the puny lies/limits/1/2-truths of consensus reality (no matter how conscious you effort to make your chopping of wood and carrying or water). Reeling from the shock of seeing the truth: its all such a contrivance, such an artifice, such a baklava of ideation the "safety" of our illusion of familiarity: "now i'm alive" (so gotta work to preserve and secure and protect and pleasurize that and....) "but i could die" (so gotta be insured and careful and well planned and ...) "but not yet " (so get it on being a "somebody" and all that that requires to fit in or make not fitting in fit for you and ....) "but actually eventually for sure gunna die someday" (so but try not to let that bother our game, not to live in too much wonder at the waiting room that is the time of a human life, or fail to package some reflection of it and call it "art" and sell it to you over there dealing with your version of same...).... etc. Salvia the thief will steal, if you're lucky, your most treasured secret stashes of precious something-nothing and false footings and justified auto-conditionings, consensus trances, and any other stories you've been telling your self to "fit", "survive", "get by", "keep it together", "have a good time", ...... but one man's feared rip-off is another man's grateful unburdening. Ah sure, we all "know" it but who (besides these unforgiving but deeply loving lux natura) requires us (kicks our egoic asses) to practice it, demonstrate it, know beyond all doubt: all things here arise, persist for a time and then pass. So the wise lay it down before it gets taken. Let's take the medicine and thank the Dr Sal to be able nowto look to the heart of any "bad trip" and find what it was that we were not willing to let go of, be relieved of, fall into, be lived by, discover to be possible, have be touched by, be survived by letting be merged into and arise victorious as, and then laugh (or cry) then, smiling, release that too. Having satisfied yourself that this is NOT an issue of physiological toxicity, that the fear message is not about the need to actually change, reverse, antidote, undo,...anything, then just let's let Life (or "God" or whatever word works for you) in the magical form of a Mint leaf have its way with whoever we really are, wherever this really is. In this wild and potent formless form she suffuses her essence into you and You and so give way, like a lover, to her waves of and winds of organic-grace and see who gets washed up on which cosmic shore with what new depth of transcendental insight and deeper belly laugh and wider compassion and higher vision and and and......by and by.......and forever more.......and always already...... ...MEET YOU THERE!
good medicine! hard to believe you can take it or not. no addiction even with long runs of daily use part of the kick is a lingering clarity or it's an after effect like clarity which is not really an effect at all but the self alone and fine, or maybe some other natural force.
THAT's it. Now why couldn't i have just showed some compassion and spared my beloved tribe here meandering musing?! *looks in the mirror, smiles, shakes his foolish happy EMPTY head, winks,leaves*
