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So, there I wasn't. (Who am I? This is real?) Felt like a self haunt. (What's a self? I can feel?) Unnamed and untrained, in dimensions untamed, Incessantly asking and asking. Experiencing non-self as an emptied vessel. Like a spell interrupted mid-casting. Then she spoke. (Come with me.) A mercurial sea rose up in my spirit's die-casting. (But, I've always been here...) Twas a feeling so clear. We come and we go, everlasting. Then I woke. (From a dream?) From one toke, it would seem. My memory fading and crashing. But that feeling persists. It would not be dismissed. We come and we go, everlasting.
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
Five minutes with Salvia (Divinorum)
So, there I wasn't. (Who am I? This is real?) Felt like a self haunt. (What's a self? I can feel?) Unnamed and untrained, in dimensions untamed, Incessantly asking and asking. Experiencing non-self as an emptied vessel. Like a spell interrupted mid-casting. Then she spoke. (Come with me.) A mercurial sea rose up in my spirit's die-casting. (But, I've always been here...) Twas a feeling so clear. We come and we go, everlasting. Then I woke. (From a dream?) From one toke, it would seem. My memory fading and crashing. But that feeling persists. It would not be dismissed. We come and we go, everlasting.
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Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
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