Midnight Travelogue

16 July 2003

Bitter salvia quid under the tongue. I chew and wait in near darkness.

Still struggling against the bitterness and bulk (spittle, leaf pieces) in my mouth. Definitely feeling something now.

My first trip begins.

Before me, a dove, silver colored. My legs "flow" into the dove's body... the dove morphs into a jet plane... take-off... "Don't miss this plane!" some angelic voice whispers behind me.

Wall of green leaves... a crack appears. Pair of scissors emerge and cut through. The wall opens up like a zipper.

My body has turned into wood, a human cabinet. Try to spit quid out, but face completely frozen. Almost panic, but manage to stay calm.

Life as piece of furniture over. Now feels more interesting than terrifying. Quid comes out at last, spills on shirt, thankfully not on carpet. Somehow manage to remove shirt.

Some kind of super-gravity pins me to the floor. Lying on my side, can't move....

I lose my body! Vision of verdant countryside: blue sky, rolling hills, tall cypress... massive trunks, topsoil, humus... I'm lying underneath, Gaia's roots growing all over me.

I hear the music of "Dieshu" (Douglas Spotted Eagle) now on the CD player—a plaintive piece on the Native American flute. Tranquility. A dirge filled with joy. I've died and rejoined the One.

Effects wearing off. Crawl back into armchair to write report.

Visions to remember for life.