Substance: Salvia Divinorum from Salvia Zone (infinity-level extract)
Setting: Garage. Summer Night 2009
My overflowing dark, glow-in-the-dark blue bowl was brimming with the dark psychoactive matter. The matter at hand, of course, was Salvia Divinorum. As I diligently poured every potent Salvia particle into the royal blue glass bowl, I felt ceremoniously apprehensive as to what the answer to my question would be. The intention was a question. Fresh out of university with my bachelors in Entrepreneurship and Finance, I decided to launch my first business: ZOOMDOUT. I wanted to know if my nascent company was headed in the correct direction. Was the ZOOMDOUT mission statement and value proposition too far outside of the scope of this world? Did a market for this type of thing exist? Was it too niche? Too fringe? Could we, the psychedelicos of this world, organize and collectively attempt to English these unenglishable experiences? I was about to be presented with an answer.
I enter into the vaguely familiar shape-shifting Salvia world with these questions clamped down into my hands. Quickly the questions begin to dematerialize. At about the 60-second mark I exhale and nonchalantly struggle to look for the ember-lit glass pipe. I barely manage to grab hold of the instrument, and at this time the mere act of taking another inhalation of the misty, psychedelic smoke began to look phenomenally impossible. But in the back of my mind I know I’m supposed to stick to the plan at hand and proceed to take at least a second toke of the potent Salvia smoke and hold it for about another minute. Taking the second hit I’m beyond even the concept of “gone.” Of course, I’m no longer in my garage. In fact, I discover that I’m in the middle of space. I take a moment to analyze my cosmic surroundings, acknowledging the fact that I’m probably dead at this point, “but it’s okay,” I think to myself. There’s such a dramatic disconnect from my body. But “I” am here. I realize that I am possibly floating in an ordinary, cosmographical point in space. I accept it and continue to look around in wonder and befuddlement.
My surroundings appear to be brimming with an animated intelligence. The stars seem to be laughingly twinkling at me with an air of knowingness. The bizarrely usual when it comes to Salvia consciousness. A few long, non-standard seconds pass by when an extremely peculiar possibility hit me: I’ve been gazing into a cosmic mind made up of stars, expanded to the size larger than a galaxy, or more. Completely “spaced out,” I was overwhelmed with an existential shock of consciousness. What was I looking at? Why was I looking at this? I’m not even ready for this…