In the Embrace of Architecture and Becoming

As I haven't smoked salvia d. for more than a year, I start this session with some trepidation. I turn on music to relieve the tension--"Worldspirit", art/poetry by Alex Grey performed with background trance music by Kenji Williams:

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts.... It's the prayer of my innermost being to realize my supreme identity in the liberated play of consciousness, the vast expanse. Now is the moment, here is the place of liberation.

Silently, I entreat the Salvia Entity/Spirit to guide me gently into her realm, and then without further ado, I fire up a large pinch of 10X extract on my improvised water pipe.

Exhaling the last of the smoke, I feel a strong upward pull, like the lift and thrust of an airplane as it takes off. I close my eyes, steady myself on the chair... I'm off! The Sage Wind blows me softly at first, as if to reassure, and then propels me powerfully into its impossible, ineffable hyperreality.

I rise, expand.... I'm bent over backwards... am architected, shaped and sculpted... am pulled, twisted, carved, built into rooms, windows, walls, corridors, cellars, arches, belvederes... leading into innumerable other structures without name in a ceaseless fluid fractal cascade.

"Don't waste time, come along and join the fun!" urges a strange elf-like creature, waving his hand at me as he engages in the magical construction project. I catch only a faint glimpse of this being who calls me 'telepathically' without using voice, yet he's like a close friend I've known for many years.

I watch the last of my face dissolve into the base of a column, part of a dizzyingly vast colonnade. Elves, dozens of them, rush out of this mind-bending complexity that my body has become. They work tirelessly to complete the "project", but manage to have a jolly time all along. They've been sleeping in me and storing energy since I was born (they inform me telepathically), energy which they now release in a joyous burst of activity.

The vision fades. I somehow emerge and break free from a stone archway. And then I realize that during the whole trip, I'd been bending sharply to my right side, as if to follow literally the arch's flowing contours. Now in the "real" world, I'm quite in danger of falling off my seat!

Jo L. P.
17 July 2008