Citation: Raoul Duke. "Stepping Outside the Cosmic Bubble: An Experience with Salvia divinorum & DMT (exp49585)". Erowid.org. Apr 18, 2006. erowid.org/exp/49585
how much time had pass?
a roar all around
got me a moving; ohhohoho
o man; here we gogogogo go
-hold on little one
lead me sally
-that i will
the field of vision; dark
sparkeles to life
vibrant fucking life
tunnels; tunnels errupting everywhere
so many vines?
so many patterns...
they shoot back, back into infinity
these numbers know no bounderies...
they hold no limits
that i see; which i have sought
there the bending tree
times; howmany times? it etched backwards
this bending tree;
fire; ablaze in glory
greens; strange hues; strange sensations...
voices all around; whispers of here and there
discussing the anywho's
the what nots of life
patterns; decending upon me
at terriable speed and unstopable furry
the end of the tunnel
HOLY JESUS im feeding it
no use stopping
no one can stop it
'you cant stop me you cant stop me you cant stop me'
I dont want to
'follow me follow me follow me'
down the winding winding path
what is this that i see?
purple; colors; entities have come
I float through a field
time; its as existant as a one dimentional object
ahah ; there we have it; two sides of the circle; a floating syphony of elves
and throbbing orbs
still I ascend to heights
I had no intention of reaching
an all to familiar sensation..
my feet; miles away
me torso; segmented beyond belief
cakleling laughter: YOU CANT STOP IT
no; your right; I cant stop it
I merely hold on
this hurricane of exotic chemicals
unleashed upon my head;
how long has it been?
that concept has merely faded
then the true contacct was made;
the one that i was ment to see
the thing i was ment to behold
I had come
the pullsing edge of DMT hyperspace
so near; the vaulting speed of lady ska
if i was already in hyperspace?
where was this place i was going to?
there is no level
no single analogy
that will ever mark; that will ever come close to
retelling this lizard Kingdome
this Kingdome come;
this realm of two worlds
fabric; the fabric tears
tunnels; i continue down more and more
elves; fucking elves
they cant keep their fucking pants on
I love it
merging with space
before me stands a temple
climbing up it
lizards; of varying color
I travel around it; warping
are those drums I hear?
BOOMSHAKLAKA MOTHERFUCKER NO TURNING BACK
misty conversations; sweep upon me; sweet familiarity
is that a word?
what is a word?
what are those?
Christ; spinning and spinning
odd de ja vu
I am meeting an old friend; how about some tea?
no tea tonight
no rest for those who test the limits
what are the limits?
the end; ahaha; no concept of an end
circling this ancient structure
I am content on
simply completing my orbit; round
and round the merrygoround
then we all fall down.
decending into the structure
I see Mayan symbols
cosmically huge patterns
to my left a smelve (smelve? aha; he is built of DMT likes; ska personality; freindly; benignly watching me)
the patterns before my field of vision
begin to extend backwards
then a kaleidoscope of colors
then it turns.
jesus fuck; how long has it been?!
lady ska departs; slowly; notcibly
familiar DMT patterns
familiar DMT entities
a purple room; I stare through tinted glass
inside are desks with knobs
and things i dont remember
mirror images extend backwards....
how long has it been!?!?!?!??!!?
why do we throw it all away?
I blacked out after 10 minutes according to my sitter.
The Salvia never left; the point where I begin to feel as though its presence is leaving is marked by the arrival of a Level Six in combination with a truly magnificent dosage of DMT. I simply forgot I was on drugs. Therefore I merged with the high and accepted it as my eternal state of mind.
This trip did not teach me anything; it did not open up any new insights into life. What it did was take my mind so far past the limits to places never before imagined. This was a psychic journey in a literal sense. I wasn't out to find any answers; I was merely an explorer. And that is exactly what I did.
The trip itself rivaled that of le Belladonna.
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