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---Trip Log By Madison---

This was an interesting one. Yesterday, my 1g of 10x Salvia and 25g of the dried leaf of the same substance arrived in the mail a month late. I have had an idea for the past little while of slowly increasing the dose of the 10x until I broke through, and in this case, I decided to start with around 15mg of the extract.

Upon exhaling, I felt every atom in my body spiritually stretch and shoot forward. I was made of triangular motions pointing in the direction that my body was facing. The structure of reality, while not totally broken, was revealed to be made of similar triangular shapes, stretching vertically and taking the form of pseudo-visible clown-like jester figures playing what can roughly be approximated to brass instruments, chittering in quiet and enthusiastic voices. At one point, I described what I was experiencing as "Clown Shit", and as a result, they began repeating the mantra back to me, creating a song out of electrical impulses. In an attempt to describe this, everything "felt" dark green, and the elves were communicating with me. I even asked politely for another hit, to which they seemed to communicate without words a positive ambivalence towards. I'm unsure as to whether these elves were separate, or an embodiment of the substance itself communicating with me.

As soon as I could, I got up and started hopping around on my feet, noticing how fluid everything felt. To be frank, I still have their song stuck in my head, and it's getting a smidge annoying, however one thing is for certain: Salvia is a fun time, as long as you're down with the clown shit.

My next dose may well be 20mg.
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=============Zane Posted This===============

I kinda formed as a protector so like, because we're monoconscious I kinda feel my lack of anxiety and entire outlook on things is different in relation to the host. Always nice to find those differentiations.
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---Poem by Madison, July 10th, 2025---

There's a pit just outside the door
In it lies every possible instance of regret
Every big mistake you've ever made.
Every what-if scenario and bad coping mechanism
Every instance of shame that replaces reflection.

In each person's eyes lies a mirror to your insecurities
Every big mistake you've ever made
Every possible way that it was your fault, even if it's not that easy
Every way you wonder how five years passed that fast
Everything you can find to prove you're just that bad.

The floor stays in place
It usually has.
There's a pit just outside your door.
It has every advance you're afraid of
You've been hurt in the past
If you try to connect with someone, you'll return the favor

So just let it pass.
That was your only chance, and you fell out of favor.

And here you go minimizing your bad behavior
An urge to gain sympathy even when it isn't warranted.
There's a pit outside your door and you already fell in
The last thing you deserve is a fucking savior
That was your second chance, and you didn't pass.

BPD Sucks

Jul. 19th, 2025 12:03 am
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---Post by Madison---

I think I've been in the process of figuring out what I need for myself, specifically in regards to how I can go about debating people without like, splitting on them or anything like that. Oftentimes, my lack of trust in people and my jadedness makes it really hard for me to open up. I'm always on the defensive, unfortunately. I'm trying to find the fine line between "Can't give up on community" since only so many people actually take COVID precautions anymore and everyone who does still mask is incredibly important to me and "People who suck can be cut out of your life". Borderline Personality Disorder is essentially the "everything either sucks or it's the best thing ever" disorder and the nuance in all these complicated social situations has been something I've slowly been chipping at since I was 16. I want the person I'm talking to to know that I'm trying my best and that I need them to see me as a person.
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---Post by Madison---

I was at a gathering of some sort in West Oakland. I forget exactly what I was doing there, but I remember this one dude who was present in the general group of people I was with. He was Black, about 5'8, and had a gray hoodie over his head as well as a gray surgical mask. I remember him kinda looking at me as if he wanted to ask me something, but he was more of a background detail than anything. I wish I remembered what I was doing in this part of the dream because I remember it being really interesting.

After I eventually left, I found myself walking towards downtown. The interesting thing about Oakland in this dream of mine is how explicitly it resembled Sacramento in some ways. It looked less like Oakland and more like San Francisco and Sacramento mashed together. I was standing next to someone's RV in what seemed to be an RV park, although there was no fence and no sidewalk along what had to be broadway, which was a Stroad in this dream.

Just as I was about to keep walking, the guy from earlier shows up and asks me if I could fill his glass of water up from the tap connected to the side of the RV and sell it to him. I looked at him with a lot of concern, as I didn't think that maybe he thought I lived there. My first reaction was that he was trying to have me scam him or something. The whole situation froze me as it just didn't make sense. Not too long after, a bunch of other people came up and filled up their cups from the tap, and I used this as an opportunity to book it up the street. I had Pax front because in this dream, the body took the form of whoever was fronting, and in this case I suppose Pax ran faster than I did, although not by much. Pax heard the guy shout "Hey!", to which they replied "Sorry!" while continuing their sprint.

At around that point, most of the dream was very dim, vague and in third person visuals-wise. I've noticed sometimes my dreams cut visuals before I wake up. I wonder if it has anything to do with my mild aphantasia.
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_}{By Treeline}{_

I was born by mistake. A child with an active imagination created me as a spiritual companion to fight against her friend's spiritual companion. It was heavily inspired by the anime fighting games they were playing at the time. Madison was a gullible kid, and so she believed I was real for a couple more years until her friend told her it was made up. He explained that because Madison couldn't handle the truth, he kept it hidden from her out of fear of confrontation. After that point, I ceased to exist until Artemis first came out of dormancy in 2022 and Madison began to question if I was actually a headmate.

At the same time, there is a lot in common with this origin of plurality and the occult, I feel.

I think it can be argued that headmates created on purpose specifically through the process of unbridled belief are thoughtforms, and as such a form of Chaos Magic. My understanding of gnosis may be limited, but wouldn't that simply be the practice of willing something, be it an intention or a sentient being, into existence by suspending disbelief to such an extent that the two realities come together? I personally envision it as the practitioner creating a sort of "bubble universe" containing only the will or willogenic person desired, floating above the plane of existence that contains what we know to be "real" and tangible. At that point, I must also wonder to what extent can it be considered that our mind is in itself a whole cosmos and plane of existence. After all, what else would explain how systems can have their own inner worlds that they interact with?

To my understanding, a lot of practitioners of the occult have created a space within their own minds to practice witchcraft or engage in ritual. This could be due to a need to be less public about their practices, or it could simply be more accessible than obtaining props and the like due to the fact that they aren't truly needed and are more meant to be a physical guiding tool, although that's an entirely different topic for perhaps another post. I see an inner world/wonderland/headspace/whatever you may call it to be a form of that, or at least an aspect of it. I can't speak on those who do not share this experience of plurality, as we're all very different. I believe the nature of the brain allows us to have different experiences of self that are simultaneously correct to us and don't necessarily apply to others.

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_}{Notes}{_
This is the first time I've posted about anything I'm interested in. It felt really empowering to explore my relationship with the occult and it's something I've been wanting to do for a while.

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