Salvia

Someone on Reddit posted this pic and it inspired a discussion about Salvia and it’s effects.  Salvia is just fucking weird. There are certain qualities that are common to a psychedelic experience. Salvia defies them all.  It’s takes thought and perception, twists and contorts those concepts, then fucks with your own processing of those distortions.

It’s akin to dreaming, but fully alert. You’re just fucked beyond all recognition.  Nothing makes any sense and you have no ability to make sense of anything anyway.  You become a passenger to this moving train of thoughts, images, and fears, all of which are completely and utterly out of your control.  All you can do is succumb to the process and hold on for dear life.

One time I smoked Salvia I placed the bong down in front of me and blew out smoke.  I didn’t smoke enough to be blown out of this cosmos but it started fucking with me anyway.  I looked down at the crease in my pant legs and believed to be viewing large distant mountains.  I looked at the cloud of smoke and believed myself to be a particle of smoke.  The bong was my home and it was my mission to get back there.

Somebody once told me they became the wallpaper and were viewing the room from this new perspective. Another started waving his arms out to his side and ran around the room. He later told me he was flying.  I’ve looked down at myself and seen my own body lying on the bed.  I’ve seen a room shrink and disappear only to be replaced by a vast nothingness that is cold, dark and hungry.  It holds you down for as long as it can and sucks the living soul from your flesh so when you return you’re nothing but a baby in a brand new world.

Salvia man.  Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

Burning Man

So I just purchased a ticket for Burning Man as well as a vehicle pass.  I wasn’t even sure if I should go up until the last minute.  But I guess I’m going now.

I first heard about Burning Man when I had just moved to Oregon.  I was feeling lost and the idea of a city that exists for only one week excited me. It’s been a dream of mine to go for nearly 6 years now and it seems like it’s finally going to happen.

Sweet.

Dreams

I had the most difficult time sleeping last night, or rather attempting to do so.  I lay down in bed around midnight and for the next eight hours I think I totaled less than an hour’s worth of legitimate sleep.

Around 7 or 8 am though I did manage to sleep.  And dream.

I dreamt that I was back at my old home in Chatsworth, CA.  I have dreamed of this location numerous times, probably in the hundreds or close to it.  Whenever I dream of this location the usual themes crop up: running (from what, who knows), searching (once again, no idea what for), and a bit of exploration.  There are gates on either side of the house that section the backyard from the front yard.  Usually I find myself navigating some sort of pattern into and through the house, into the back yard, around the house, around the block, etc.  Always meandering and circling, much like this post so far.

Well last night it changed for the first time in years.  A bunch of shit and drama happened that I now have no recollection but what I do remember is this.  One of my bosses was helping me with something I needed assistance with.  I entered the garage and started to fiddle with something. He comes over and tells me another way of doing it.  I continue doing it my way and he becomes furious.  He no longer wishes to help.  I go over and talk to him and try to see if I can smooth things over but this just escalates the situation and I end up throwing in the towel and quitting (even though I wasn’t even working at the time).

Well after quitting I start hightailing it around the block.  As soon as I start running around the first corner I throw my jacket to the floor so that I can run faster (apparently I am now in my work uniform although I don’t believe I was earlier).  A woman I have never seen before starts chasing me with her hands outstretched.  She is holding a red rose. She calls for me to stop.  I keep running.

She follows.

A few blocks down she is still begging me to stop but I persist.  She starts to slow down and turn away, giving up chase.  I feel bad and turn around and ask her what she wants.  She wishes to show me a house and I get the feeling that perhaps sex is not out of the question.  Her house is not far and inside is her husband/lover/whatever and he is naked and just sitting there waiting for us.  He has the biggest balls I have ever seen, like literally 3 or 4 feet in diameter.  I find this fascinating and wake up.

Softball

My gym is forming a team for softball this year and I took the plunge and signed up. I haven’t played in 15 years or more and I wasn’t particularly good then. I was hoping that I’d find myself magically better with zero practice. Yeah, right.

I still suck but that’s fine. I suck at everything I try at first. Then I struggle with it until I suck a little less. Rinse. Repeat. I just hope that I can get better before we start actually playing games.

Knowing full well my (in)abilities I still chose to sign up. I did this for two reasons: one, because these guys are my friends and I know they won’t belittle me, and two, to face my fear. I’ve been afraid of the ball since forever and it turns out that’s still the same. There’s only one way I’m gonna get over that.

Here’s to growth.

Bullies

For whatever reason bullies absolutely love me (or hate me, whichever). It’s probably because I don’t stand up for myself when I’m being picked on. I’ll just let it slide and move on. But bullies see this as ripe opportunity and keep pressing. It’s incredibly tiring to just sit there and take it but calling them out seems unlikely to solve anything. Perhaps I’m wrong though.

Either way, I’ve realized male dominated arenas are probably not the best place for me. Not enough empathy and way too much dick waving. No thanks.

17.2

For our workout today we had to do the crossfit open 17.2. The workout was posted about a week in advance so I knew we’d be attempting it.

The workout requires performing a move called a bar muscle up.  I had never previously attempted this and was curious if it was something I’d be able to pull off.

Turns out I couldn’t but I was able to do one while standing from a box. It’s still not easy but helps with the development of proper form.

I was able to do three right before the workout so my instructor said she’d lower the height a little.  I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea as I knew I’d be fatiguing by the time I got to them, but you just go with it.

It takes about 7 minutes or so but eventually I get to the portion with muscle ups.  I go for the first one. Not even close.  Give it another try. Even worse.  I’m pretty sure I can’t do it but I’m being yelled at to go again so I do.  Third, fourth, and fifth are no better.  It doesn’t look like this is gonna happen today.

But still I’m being told I can do it.  I don’t necessarily believe that I can but I don’t want to give up either.

I go for it one more time and finally get my first one.  And then again on my next attempt. And the next one. Once I learned the proper movement I was able to get six of them in a row.  And I find that incredible; not necessarily my own ability, but simply the way that our brains are wired: something that once seemed impossible is now not only achievable, but with relative ease still.