He was sitting cross legged in the dark with foam plugs in his ears. Tiny streams of light were already pulsating against the insides of his eyelids. It felt like his brain was expanding, as if his head were opening up like a neon colored shell on an ocean floor.
Mr. Swim began to gaze out through his hallucinogenic third eye at the dark room surrounding him. His former body was sitting on the floor against a wall, his open brain seemingly allowing his consciousness to escape and coalesce into a sentience of its own.
His apartment was now rotating along the outer rim of some sort of consciousness wheel. Purple and green vine-like appendages were snaking through the darkness connecting the different open rooms of his apartment as the whole thing slowly spun in salvia space.
Open mouthed, Mr. Swim watched in stunned silence as the vines began to sprout into small elf-like creatures. The tiny elves replicated fractally along the intricate lattice work of the rotating consciousness wheel.
Everything around Mr. Swim was becoming too astonishing for the trip to end now. So Mr. Swim concentrated with all his might, and he drew his free floating consciousness back into his open brain. With his mind back inside his head, he reached for his pipe and torched the rest of the extract.
The smoke once again trailed away into the anonymous darkness of his apartment. This last toke was a good one. Mr. Swim could actually hear repeating voices reverberating through his head. They were saying in a kind of British accent, “You mustn’t tell anyone. You mustn’t tell anyone.” Mr. Swim could now see the entities that were doing the talking. They looked like maidens or nymphs, and they were curling around what seemed like erector set connecting rods. The self-transforming rods formed the outer structure of a vast, rotating X-tra dimensional wheel.
Mr. Swim watched in amazement as the wheel rapidly expanded out of the limitations of his localized consciousness. The wheel was so large that it dwarfed his neighborhood. It dwarfed his city, his country, his entire world. It was an extra dimensional vehicle slowly spinning across his tiny outpost of consciousness.
The salvia wheel had a type of internal pressure that forced the material universe alongside its outer walls. Mr. Swim’s corporeal body with its frozen structure of atoms was nothing more than an after thought within the salvia wheel’s intelligent game plan. The physical universe was like a child’s dream being projected along the outward rim of the great salvia wheel.
Indeed, the salvia wheel was the only true reality. It was an insanely complex and giant spinning structure that housed all the sentient life forms of the physical universe. It was made of consciousness itself. Both future and past continuously sprang forth within it like some cosmic yin and yang. The salvia wheel was already completely self actualized, having already defeated the constraints of time and space.
Mr. Swim could now sense the salvinorin molecules evacuating from his brain. His mind’s eye watched the spinning salvia structure moving beyond his solitary pocket of consciousness. He felt the gravity of the spinning sphere gently setting him back inside the pre ordained collection of atoms resembling the familiar dark apartment from whence he left.
“You mustn’t tell anyone,” so said the intertwined maidens.
And so I didn’t.
a dream
Wish I had a solution, I can barely keep up with things sometimes......