Salvia Divinorum Scotland - Experience - Bi-located

<body stylesrc="../../technical/backgroundforotherauthors.htm" background="../../technical/paperwords.jpg" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" text="#000000" link="#0000FF" vlink="#000080" alink="#800080"> <p align="center"><font size="5" color="#008000">Salvia Divinorum Scotland ~ Experience ~ Selfish Indulgence?</font> <hr> <p><strong><font size="4">Bi-located </font></strong></p> <blockquote> <p>I bought a plant from you a couple of weeks ago (she’s doing fine – just repotted). Basically I tried a little of the leaf you sent along this last Saturday, and I had a truly outrageous experience with it. In actual fact the irony is that I may well never consume Salvia again – but I fully intend to look after the plant have no fear. I still don’t know quite what to make of the experience I had, but it was so unusual, and so unlike any other ‘trip reports’ I have read on this plant, that I thought you might be interested to read about it.</p> <p>Salvia D – smoked leaf, about ½ gram. I have smoked SD three times before – the last time was New Years Eve when I would guess (hard to know for sure) my dosage was in the region of 5 grams worth (standard leaf enhanced by 10X). My NYE experience was pretty momentous, hence a respectful 5 month gap before going again. I did not expect too much from a mere 1/2g (just 1/10<sup>th</sup> of the NYE dosage) – I was really just trying out the leaf that you sent to me together with the new plant.  </p> <p>I was sat upright and comfortable, plenty of cushions behind me to lean into. I never used them. I smoked quickly with a water pipe – and on the third lungful the <i>familiar</i> effects started. </p> <p>FAMILIAR! What followed was awesome. I was instantly bi-located – sat with my eyes still open, but at the same time somewhere else altogether. Please remember that this entire description is difficult – words cannot remotely capture it, they feel misleading to the point of ludicrousness. I will do my best. I knew in that moment that I have been doing this <i>forever</i>. My awareness popped <i>back</i> into a place that I had left just a moment before – <i>the last time I smoked Salvia. </i>And also the time I smoked it before that, and the times I took the ‘Emerald Essence’ form of Salvia. Let me get this clearer – absolutely no time had elapsed since I last was there – despite these experiences actually being separated by some 8 months. </p> <p>Now, there is much more than this, this is just by way of an introduction – it was not just times that I have smoked Salvia. My awareness was <i>now</i> in a place that I have popped into during the whole of my life – from my earliest childhood years right up until today, I have gone from this world of <i>time</i> here, and jumped through the curtain into <i>that world</i> there. And in <i>that world</i> there - absolutely no time whatsoever has elapsed since the earliest visit I can remember. I found myself there, and I knew that it is home, it is where I really live, it is where we all really live, it is - much more - what we really are. </p> <p>In a general sense I <i>knew</i> without a shadow of a doubt that this world of people and creatures and cultures and history is an utterly tiny and fragmentary moment in eternity. I <i>knew</i> that the ‘I’ who was seeing this, knowing this, is exactly the same ‘I’ everywhere in this world of ours, that we are undeniably one, that this ‘one’ is ‘I’ - we are all exactly the same ‘I’. I also <i>knew</i> that in a greater sense ‘I’ am all, but that as the <i>mere</i> fragmentary ‘I’ which holds together <i>this</i> cosmos that we all find ourselves inhabiting – that this cosmos in its entirety, in its unimaginable complexity and immensity, is <i>still only a fragment of the ‘all’</i>. </p> <p>I <i>knew</i> that knowing all this and more, is just a matter of remembering, of remembering exactly who we are. I knew that the key to this unfolding drama of our lives on this planet here is a great <i>forgetting </i>of our real nature. The Greeks were closer in their whole cosmology with their notion of Gods and Goddesses standing outside time and fixing their attention on creating a stage within which to play with and as mere mortals – than we have ever come to with our 11 dimensional supersymmetrical-superstring reductionism. </p> <p>The keys to our world are the various levels of amnesia that blanket it. As ‘human beings’ we reach the point in awareness where we can begin to open up our memory of our true nature. This is exactly what human beings are – a moment of awareness. The plunge into human history is exactly this process.</p> <p>I cannot emphasis strongly enough the reality of this experience, it was not fantasy, it was not a formulated theory in response to stimulation. It was as direct an apprehension and perception of actuality as I can ever remember in my whole life. In comparison - daily thinking, perceiving and explaining seems a snail-paced cumbersome crawl through someone else’s dictionary by contrast. </p> <p>There was so little room for speculation and doubt in fact that I was utterly overwhelmed and appalled by the experience. I sat there and tried desperately to deny what I was remembering, I felt like I was deliberately trying to press my face back up against an immense wall and trying to get back home, trying to regain my grip on ‘normal’ life and perception <i>here</i>. I was trying desperately <i>to re-narrow my focus on this tiny little cosmos and life and forget everything that I was seeing</i>. </p> <p>And what is more, I knew that I had done this many times before in this lifetime, and that everyone else has as well – and the <i>remembering time</i> becomes either obliterated behind an impenetrable amnesiac blanket, or relegated to the realm of dimly remembered childhood nightmare, or psychotic break or .. </p> <p>But this time I was going to remember the outlines of my real home, of my real nature, of the timeless ‘self’ behind appearances. Salvia was the agent of my delivery, my guide, perhaps my Goddess in biological disguise. </p> <p>She was telling me something in clear and unmistakable terms – "Here you are, this is what you already know, this is what you keep on bouncing around time and again, wasting your time and energy in this pointless, narcissistic, masturbatory self-obsession. You are actually unlimited, you can become whatever you can consistently imagine. Look at the tiny fragility of your world there, look how it is held together by the will of your fragmentary denizens, look how free-will arises in your creatures, the capacity to choose and to create and to beautify. Look honestly at where you are up to in your creation, look at the disguise you find yourself in <i>now</i>, and start bloody acting on that knowledge, not wondering what went before all the time. Does the world around you need saving – right, get on with it, do your best, create, grow, expand in beauty and truth and joy. Banish the darkness of suffering wherever you can. Make it a game worth playing. You have but a moment at this game, just a brief opportunity to generate a truly beautiful, magical, loving and awesome experience called ‘life’. You know you will be back here before you know it anyway, so get on and appreciate <i>for real</i> your senses and extensions and friendships and loves, and I will see you back here again in just a moment".</p> <p>I never closed my eyes during this experience. I have retold just a fraction of what occurred and what I <i>knew</i>. My partner was with me, I grabbed for her hand and began to talk with her, holding her, trying to get back here – overwhelmed and frightened, astonished and filled. About one minute here had passed. </p> <p>It is 36 hours ago now and already I know that much is lost. Unusually for Salvia I felt distinctly ‘trippy’ for several hours after this ‘small’ ingestion. I felt distinctly ‘strange’ for over 24 hours. I may never take Salvia D again, but I know she is always there for me if I ever need a reminder of exactly who I am. What a magical and invaluable and ultimate ‘tool’ for the human ‘toolmaker’ and ‘manufacturer of dreams’. I now think that Salvia shows all of us this same truth, and on this occasion, for whatever reason, I was allowed to bring some of that remembering back here with me. Back to <i>just after</i> <i>now</i> where we live – from <i>Now</i> where ‘I’ live in all of ‘my’ mysterious, unimaginable majesty. Salvia allowed me to avoid the usual amnesia that almost always follows this remembering. For that I am truly grateful…</p> <p>Postscript: 5 days later. I just don’t know what to make of it, real, delusion, whatever – I remain agnostic, but for some reason I am in no rush to go back, and I think part of me is convinced. Perhaps in a few months I will have a better perspective.</p> </blockquote> <hr> <table border="0" width="100%"> <tr> <td width="10%"> <p align="left"><a href="./"><Back</a></td> <td width="14%"> <p align="center"><a href="../">Experience</a></td> <td width="15%"> <p align="center"><a href="../../home.htm">Main Menu</a></td> <td width="15%"> <p align="center"><a href="../../salvia/">Salvia Menu</a></td> <td width="26%"> <p align="center"><a href="../../salvia/effects/">Salvia Effects</a> / <a href="../../salvia/effects/feedback/index.htm">Feedback</a></td> <td width="13%"> <p align="center"><a href="../../menu2.htm">Menu 2</a></td> <td width="10%"> <p align="right"><a href="../../contact/" title="contact details and links to information on salvia prices and availability">Contact</a></td> </tr> </table> <p> </p> </body>