Siq
Alpiniste Kundalini
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- 15 Fev 2006
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Hmmmmm ..
It has been quite a while since I've had some psyche-, hullicino-, or entheogenics. And I was quite forgotten wat Salvia was like, however .. it seems everytime that I try it's not like I remembered it would be. So I inhaled about 3 non-extract leaves through a wooden pipe and closed eyes.
This one was very nice. I really experienced a litteral vacation for my mind. I wandered around in a peacfull and pretty place. It's hard to describe the place but I was outdoor in a perfect surrounding, on a sort of hill, green with grass (not the smoked one, no) but everything is not real as this reality, it's all in it's perfect form. The most perfect grass, sort-of mechanic organic and things like trees. I've stayed on the surface and didn't really wander off far, because I wouldn't wanted to get lost.
It seemed like getting lost would mean that I would no longer know what was outthere, like .. my brother who would come home and stuff. It's the thoughts about this 'here-and-now' that kept me from getting lost. If I'd get too distracted I had the feeling that I would stay in this place, because it's all to pretty to leave, so tempting to just stay and wander off. And I continuously thought of reasons why it would not be possible to get stuck in this place, however it seemed really like a choise .. a tempting one.
Ohwell, maybe I would convince myself once to stay .. maybe it's not the right way to take this shortcut to heaven but that will be negotiable.
It has been quite a while since I've had some psyche-, hullicino-, or entheogenics. And I was quite forgotten wat Salvia was like, however .. it seems everytime that I try it's not like I remembered it would be. So I inhaled about 3 non-extract leaves through a wooden pipe and closed eyes.
This one was very nice. I really experienced a litteral vacation for my mind. I wandered around in a peacfull and pretty place. It's hard to describe the place but I was outdoor in a perfect surrounding, on a sort of hill, green with grass (not the smoked one, no) but everything is not real as this reality, it's all in it's perfect form. The most perfect grass, sort-of mechanic organic and things like trees. I've stayed on the surface and didn't really wander off far, because I wouldn't wanted to get lost.
It seemed like getting lost would mean that I would no longer know what was outthere, like .. my brother who would come home and stuff. It's the thoughts about this 'here-and-now' that kept me from getting lost. If I'd get too distracted I had the feeling that I would stay in this place, because it's all to pretty to leave, so tempting to just stay and wander off. And I continuously thought of reasons why it would not be possible to get stuck in this place, however it seemed really like a choise .. a tempting one.
Ohwell, maybe I would convince myself once to stay .. maybe it's not the right way to take this shortcut to heaven but that will be negotiable.
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