Experience Universal consciousness and a familiar language beyond the senses substance: 30X extractA We prepared 3 very small

amounts to experiment with, each bigger than the last, because none of the three of us knew what to expect. The third was perhaps 1/20 of a gram or less. We smoked them all out of a common marijuana pipe. Not the best method but still absolutely effective.I was the first to take the journey. I prepared myself with very spacey music (Javanese gamelan) and sat on a blanket on the floor of a dimly lighted room. The music was playing behind me. The first dose produced an effect slightly like marijuana, very familiar. The second dose was heavier, producing a slightly uncomfortable vibrating in my temples, and light kaleidoscope visuals when I closed my eyes. The third dose, about double the second, needed to be smoked in 2 tokes. Seconds after the second I felt myself slip into a reality just beside our own and lost total awareness of not only my old reality but also my two sitters who were at my right, even thou gh my eyes were wide open.I was not in my body anymore and was viewing my new timeless, world as a movie, an experience I often have in my dreams as well. There was an orange plasma everywhere and I felt like the plasma was the street in front of my parents' house where I grew up. I felt, but did not see (I don't think) my

parents' house on my right. My parents' house was not an external object but a root planted deep inside of me forming an integral part of who I had become. The plasma was a being which I felt as a universal consciousness. There were many beings with me, represented as blobs in the plasma (or perhaps merely felt as such). The music behind me had also become a being. We were all part of the universal consciousness. The true form of this consciousness was the orange plasma, the primordial source of who we are. However, the beings who were with me were much closer to existing in this form than I was, and I felt that it was because of all the baggage I had accumulated from my childhood. I understood that my childhood, a normal one which was by no means tumultuous, had played a much bigger part in shaping who I was than I had ever imagined. I understood that in order to perfectly bond with this universal consciousness that we really are I would have to lose the effects of the life I had led so far, and I felt that this was near impossible. I felt that I understood better who or what I really was. The beings (including the musci behind me) were speaking a language which fascinated me. The language had a strong feminine quality to it, like the beings themselves if I remember correctly. I felt (but did not see) the presence of my deceased aunt. She felt very old and wise, and was a strong part of the character of the language itself. The language did not have meaning in the way words

do, or was it that the meaning didn't matter? The language felt like meaning itself. It had a character unlike any language I had ever heard. I could see/feel the language, as something the closest approximation to which might be a triangular wedge. Just perceiving this felt like understanding. I think it was afterwards that I began laughing. I began to regain consciousness of a place I had left, and a slight awareness that my friends were there. I began to laugh uncontrollably (my best friend later commented that he had never seen me laugh that hard), feeling like it was unbelievable what state I had entered and that my friends knew it. I tried to speak but was shocked to see that I could only drool, like a baby trying to speak. Simultaneously, I felt a strong fear that I was gone, that I wouldn't return, or was it just fear itself? It's not easy to remember. I did not let the fear overcome me. I was still much more in the plasma reality, than in everyday reality, but very clearly in both realities at once. The beings were still speaking. There was a distinct 'G' sound quality to the language. Realizing I was the first adventurer I felt a duty to report what I was experiencing. I tried to speak the sound that I was hearing, a sound that felt like the entire language itself. The language was very clear to me so it was very surprising to me when my attempts to convey it resulted in a mere drooling murmur. I realized that the language was not reproducible by the body. Now I feel that this

was because the language was like a forgotten 4th dimension which the human body has no power to perceive or interact with because it just wasn't built that way. As I began to return, I felt like the beings and I knew all along I had to return (but the fear of not being able to was still there, however). Slowly I began expressing my experience in very choppy fragments. Speaking English felt like a strong pull back into reality. English was something that makes no sense in the primordial realm I was in and thus called me back to my life. Though there was a slight disappointment at being grounded, there was a stronger relief in knowing I could return. I was scared and I wanted to go home. I felt no emotions whatsoever but rather a sort of blind intellectual fascination at what was happening as I spoke. As reality won over the plasma world, I was surprised to see that this whole time there had only been two other beings with me in the room, and that this whole time what had been the plasma world had been the grey blanket with a white border that my eyes had been pointed towards. I felt that your environment plays a huge part in shaping your trip (my two friends later had experiences totally dissociated from their environment however). I believe 15 minutes after that second toke I was back, and I felt relaxed and comfortable, even euphoric. The trip, having taking place outside emotions, had not been enjoyable but now I was intensely grateful for and fascinated about what

had just happened. I still felt the plasma world in my mind but its feeling slowly faded. What wasn't seeming to fade was my ability to perceive the new language I had learned. The music still knew it and my friends' words also produced the language. I kept pointing at them, even after being able to get up and move around again, saying 'that's it!'. I was scared because I was worried that this new perception which felt like a sort of madness would not go away. But it eventually did, after about a half an hour. I now felt intense love for my friend who was eager to try the salvia next, hoping strongly that he would be ok because nothing can prepare you for the violence with which you are thrust into another realm and even mode of existence. I realized that my own extensive experience with psychedelic sunstances had gone a long way towards preparing me to face the salvia experience which was hundreds of times stronger. Salvia was what I had always wanted to break through into. Even though it went much further the whole time I recognized it. I think salvia will most appeal to those who always wanted to 'break through,' and on some level always understood what that would mean.