-:- words and poetry -:-

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This section contains reflections and thoughts on the salvia experience, as well as some poetry which captures some of the things I have felt and seen while besaged. Unlike many people I have never felt that 'trip reports' really capture anything of the essence of the experience for me. Detailing an unreasoned and flowing psychedelic experience with words, grammar and syntax seems to subtract something important from it for me, yet writing is useful in the integration process. Like any unusual experience, salvia besagements tend to 'unpack' slowly in one's mind over a period of days, weeks and months, as the mind, body and spirit try to integrate and attune to what the senses have seen. This is the time of greatest learning...

Laughing At My Own Fear - The first salvic trip report

Salvia Road - The first step is the hundredth step

Salvia 'Dream' Reality & Consensus Reality - Reason breaks down

Nothing - A salvia poem, simply

Mazatec Woman - An encounter with the Lady in her own tongue

She Is So Fast - On the need for integration and time away from the plant

Besaged Without Salvia - Spontaneously slipping into the space

Childhood Memories - Unlocking those toddler years I'd almost forgotten

Chjine - A meditation on the Mazatec word

The Town - Aspects of Sallyville, the archetypal salvic urban cityscape

Unpacking the Stadium Of Light - Notes and reports on my breakthrough experience

Without A Shirt - On entering into the space with Her

The Dance - On careful movements with quidded salvia