.Swimmin with Salvia.

A text based account of my first series of Salvia Divanorum trips:

ACT I

The first inhale; the draw and strange in being smoke.

Water, filled with sand?

A wheel of water and sand,

running from my feet outta my head,

out in front and back in again?

This has happened a million times,

before; but I've never realized,

that this is the first time,

yet this has happened,

so many times before.

It's familiar,

yet critical minded consciousness,

screams this is not,

an ordinary kinda thang.

Three spheres?

These balls?

It's around,

they begin to revolve?!?

This is weird,

into alignment each one came;

opening up, around, but inside as well.

The farthest,

the second,

the third one,

open in sequence;

then it all dissipates;

and the feeling of a glow.

ACT II

Second haul;

this one's alone.

Expecting sirens,

faces,

cupboards flapping,

drawers a clappin,

but whats this?

Nothing?

Except this wheel.

What IS this wheel?

The sand and water,

have returned,

through my feet,

up the body,

out the face it does turn!

Up one rise;

from the bed,

on which one sat,

only to stare;

up a ladder?

But I don't remember,

that being here.

A million times,

this has happened before,

I've experienced this very door.

So what the heck,

up we go;

climb the ladder,

watch it unfold.

From the top;

a land of what?

The old black lady,

in her purple moo moo,

with the people made of liquid,

on either side of her beauty.

Identified as the mother,

she welcomes me home,

the others around her,

wonder out loud;

who is he?

Whats he doing here?

"Not his time yet,

to play with us here;

he's just taking,

a look around.

Time to go back."

Back down the ladder,

without a care,

sit up on the bed;

wonder what just happened here?

That's odd,

didn't even feel a thing.

Nothing happened?

Well it's time to wander,

OVER THERE.

ACT III

Brew up a lung;

a nice thick batch,

two liters of smoke,

this is gonna be a blast.

INHALE;

deep;

realize;

the last blast,

sent you up a ladder,

in the middle of the living room,

to another world,

and

exhale;

eyes wide.

FASHOOOMMMMMM!!!!!

The wheel spins;

a million times before;

this is all as familiar,

as the carpet on the floor.

Through the gears,

and out again;

everything has gone green;

then it spins;

triangles crash down;

it's all here now.

Perception kicks back in;

grounds white;

skies black;

strange fan shaped floor;

goes as far as ones eye can inspect.

Between the rows;

the dancing fellows;

blue and yellow;

and made of jello?

The liquid people;

there back again,

but where have I seen them?

They feel like friends.

"Who's that now?"

They inquire of me;

eyes flash open;

in my living room I be,

flash once again;

inside their world,

what the heck is going on,

this is not normal at all.

Back to my body;

I did run,

crashing into my head,

and swimming to above.

ACT IV

Now with a friend,

here you smoke;

he tries.

Mutterin about Bob Marley;

and a vortex to Heaven,

load that bowl;

and try to catch up with him.

Exhale.

Room fills with smoke;

oh crap I'm gonna choke.

That was way more;

then I've ever done before.

Look him in the eyes;

"Here I come; we're gonna fly!"

Squiggle dee bee;

he turns into one of the blue and yellow;

jelloy beings.

Hahahahaa

Here I am again;

this is awesome;

the world goes black.

In a hall way;

with the old lady of black.

She's kind;

and informs this is where I wondered,

how are peoples bodies chosen us under?

A big huge belt,

filled with faces.

Bodies and souls,

matched up here;

for each experience,

they are prepared.

Come back any time;

oh child of mind;

it is great to have company,

in the great divide.

Swimming in black;

back up into my head.

Feel kinda sick.

Where this reality I've been?

Is this place real?

How much of it so?

Those dream like states;

so real, so verbose.

A history,

present,

and future;

all did contain.

Hidden levels within,

the machine,

of the game.

Hurl some puke;

and get told;

while you were gone,

you did somersaults,

ten minutes long.

ACT V

A few months later;

here we are again.

Three this time,

what might,

what could,

and what has been.

First two dive,

entranced they collide,

with strange things,

I cannot describe.

Taken the seat;

where the psychonaughts sit;

inhale this wonder again.

The wheel;

oh man;

filled with more water and sand.

This place I've been,

a million times before;

so familier;

yet so odd.

Oh dear;

it's a trap,

set by those terrible men,

I hang out with dressed in black.

Their faces swim around,

to the left,

but not the right.

All around that;

a Vegas delight!

Strobing lights,

a tunnel of colour,

with a big blue wall of feet,

to kick,

and bop,

and act like a prop;

to slow me down.

All around the eyes and beings;

of things that seem to be insanly cheering!?!

Is this a TV show?

Is this a dream?

"I want to wake up!"

On video tape they saw me scream.

Then,

there it was,

at the end of the way;

at the top of this tunnel of disarray!

BIG BIRD?

Nope;

much scarier then he,

a giant yellow bird,

a bird of prey!

He challenged;

"YOU CAN'T!

COME ON AND TRY!"

So through the kicking feet,

laughing friends,

and crazy eyes I did climb.

Until out the hole;

like a cartoon intro,

the head did return to whole.

"Did I just get eaten by the couch?"

"No man; you just tripped out."

Just what did we all trip out OF?

.Mike Tyson: Champion, Philosopher Sage, All Around Dude.

After watching the Mike Tyson documentary, which is essentially a very long interview with Mike Tyson; I found a respect for him as a human that I rarely find myself finding in people.

Here are some inspirational Life quotes from Mr. Tyson.

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"Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her."

"Real freedom is having nothing. I was freer when I didn't have a cent. Do you know what I do sometimes? Put on a ski mask and dress in old clothes, go out on the streets and beg for quarters."

"When I fight someone, I want to break his will. I want to take his manhood. I want to rip out his heart and show it to him."

"I could sell out Madison Square Garden masturbating."

"I'm on the Zoloft to keep me from killing y'all. ... It has really messed me up, and I don't want to be taking it, but they are concerned about the fact that I am a violent person, almost an animal. And they only want me to be an animal in the ring."

"It's no doubt I am going to win this fight and I feel confident about winning this fight. I normally don't do interviews with women unless I fornicate with them. So you shouldn't talk anymore ... Unless you want to, you know."

During a press conference, boxer Mike Tyson tells reporters: "I wish that you guys had children so I could kick them in the fucking head or stomp on their testicles so you could feel my pain because that's the pain I have waking up every day."

In an interview, boxer Mike Tyson denounces Desiree Washington as "just a lying, reptilian, monstrous, young lady. I just hate her guts. She put me in that state where, I don't know, I really wish I did now. Now I really do want to rape her and her fucking mama."

Mike Tyson attends a charity benefit at Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch. When asked why he came, Tyson confesses "Because I've got nothing else to do."

"The one thing I know, everyone respects the true person and everyone's not true with themselves. All of these people who are heroes, these guys who have been lily white and clean all their lives, if they went through what I went through, they would commit suicide. They don't have the heart that I have. I've lived places they can't defecate in."

""I feel like sometimes that I was born, that I'm not meant for this society because everyone here is a fucking hypocrite. Everybody says they believe in God but they don't do God's work. Everybody counteracts what God is really about. If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me? I'm a Muslim, but do you think Jesus would love me ... I think Jesus would have a drink with me and discuss ... why you acting like that? Now, he would be cool. He would talk to me. No Christian ever did that and said in the name of Jesus even ... They'd throw me in jail and write bad articles about me and then go to church on Sunday and say Jesus is a wonderful man and he's coming back to save us. But they don't understand that when he comes back, that these crazy greedy capitalistic men are gonna kill him again."