(image by keichi tanaami)
I just did a strong hit of salvia extract. I’m all up in my head now, like some guy sitting in a wooden hut alone in the jungle. Outside in the darkness are black-lit sets of eyes trying to stare me down. My legs are crossed, and I'm spinning around. The visuals are starting to imprint onto the surface of my retinas, moving across my eyelids, one after another. Faster and faster, the ground underneath my body starts to whisk me away. I see different versions of myself sliding away into the cosmic distance. Hundreds of timestamps of my existential identity careen off like slivers of twisted metal cut by some crazy-ass meat cutter.
A weird monstrosity is approaching me as the salvinorin invades my brain. Engulfed in darkness, I watch it approach my eyelids from afar. It resembles some type of underwater rotating shipwreck. Light shimmers off its turning surface revealing neon colored, coral-like appendages swaying in my liquid, subconscious mind.
I watch this thing rotate, and as it does, it picks me up and carries me along its subsurface wake. The shipwreck is shaped like a giant wheel with spokes or connecting rods radiating outwardly from a central hub. The coral coated spokes are composed of replicating peoploids, or rather, humanoids attached together from hand to foot. The entire wheel is alive with these peoploids, and they constantly transform and shape shift along the outer surface of the wheel as it rotates through subliminal hyperspace.
While watching the outer rim cut a curved path through cosmic space, I notice several compartments springing up out of nowhere. I suddenly find myself inside one such compartment. Next to me and totally oblivious to my presence are a mother and daughter. They are both seated at a kitchen table, and the mother is combing her daughter’s long flowing hair. They are silent and yet they both smile and seem very happy. The daughter holds up a mirror, and I make the mistake of gazing into it. At once, the mother and daughter change expressions. Color rushes from their faces and the room surrounding them takes on shades of black and white. The daughter’s face now looks burnt, and her expression changes from happiness to despair. Along the kitchen’s periphery, I can now see strange beings half hidden in the wooden cupboards. They seem menacing and pissed off as if I'm intruding on some type of Black Ops experiment. I quickly decide to exit the mirror, but the strain of my will causes the mirror to fall on the floor and break. Reflected on a sliver of mirror is the date on the kitchen’s wall calendar. It reads “September 2054“.
Several long seconds pass. There's less and less rotation, and I can feel the subconscious wheel gently let go of me. I start to fall away from the circular shipwreck, and the surface of everyday reality approaches me from above. Landing upside down back into my own world, I open my eyes and take control of my awaiting body.