Downed Vehicles and Shamanic Visions. | brutmystik's Blog

I did not know her, but on the way in yesterday I stopped at the memorial at the mouth of the canyon; “Edge Of Seventeen” crackling through my factory speakers. I had never noticed the fluidity of the drop-a comfortable slant of yellow grass unbroken by rock, shrub or tree. And below, the terrible bed of small rocks that looked merely like gray chips, the narrow river and across the way from where she died early that winter morning a small group of thick, short palm trees.

I left a piece of driftwood and my spare change, “Roundabout” playing as I drove away.

It has been a rough week, and a break from reality and concreteness was going to be nice, I thought, adjusting to traffic.

Good old Byrd-She had a plan…

Salvia is a member of the Sage family. It gave me a vision. It made me sweat, and feel like I was being pulled out of the world. But, let me tell you what I saw…

I went to a desert and it was not night or day, a light blue one. And in that desert, there were people made of “Rails and braids”, “Chewy people” marching in an exaggerated fashion, in a line, all connected.

Video revealed how truly out of it I was-I was holding onto the coffee table, my head down-raising my hands and gasping or heatedly describing an image. I was completely disassociated from my body. And this stuff is legal for now.

Will I do it again? HELL YES. I had a vision.