Cut Ups

[Rev. Pastora]

I found an old DOS program that takes plain text files and makes cut ups. It's shareware, so let me know if you want it. (157k zip). I loaded about half a dozen salvia trip reports and got this. I thought it was kind of cool. ------------- Considering myself to be, there no place to be, before the memory of this initial period of the confusion dissolved, and lit up my universe had gone. I have little memory of ever having smoked salvia and what was happening and that I seemed quite literally like an eternity, when in what happened, I don't think. I concentrated a bit on nothingness, before the memory faded from my wife, my body or my universe had gone. I have retold just a strand normality to grab a hold in the wrong point in the timeline of my familiar reality of the soul. This is always there for my grip on normal life had been shaken to the unexpectedly harsh smoke. The next thing I wrote down in big letters was: I cannot emphasis strongly enough the reality of this realization, and thought for a little wine in order to get back home, but unfamiliar and horribly strange. I didn't have little wine in order to the point of ludicrousness. I mean. I was to deny what I saw everything clearly, I realized that this state of a compound that I was raised in, my wife, my daughter, and lit up back in the trash. Then quite suddenly I wrote down in big letters was all there and tried desperately to get back to this reality. At this time I was struggling for my life from me, my friends, my entire life history was just smoked salvia. It creates for me if all of, but unfamiliar and horribly strange. I didn't have much is lost. Unusually for salvia I felt distinctly trippy for my LIFE. The most extraordinary thing was: I was struggling for my LIFE. The reality of this realization, it was that I would never even been real to begin with. Above all, there ever was. The last words cannot remotely capture, they feel misleading to the point of the substance were wearing off. All of space/time condensing and collapsing quickly. I also completely immersed in any tangible way that I would never come back to this reality. I chose to forgo a sitter. That was a child, but I sat down I had been just moments before. I had no memory of the room I'm sitting in now. I had no actual memory of this realization, and here was no idea where my life had been shaken to the soul. I felt pushed and horribly strange. I didn't have much say in what happened, while having to deal with the normal life and forget everything that I was instantly bi-located sat with my eyes still open, but I know that I was instantly bi-located sat with my eyes still open but I couldn't sit still. Whenever I was utterly overwhelmed and frightened, astonished and filled. About one minute here and I was just there. It was totally convinced that this was not in it in the timeline of my familiar reality. I had the leaf in my visual perception.

[Feyd_Shadowen]

I dont know what the helll that was about but I would like it go ahead and e-mail it to me

[Rev. Pastora]

On it's way. If you produce anything interesting, I'd like to see it. If you figure out how to save the reults as a .txt file, I'd sure like to know how you do it. Damn DOS.

[Stalker]

If it's a command-line utility and outputs it to the screen as standard then just type "app > output.txt" (where "app" is your application)

[Kaniaz]

Yeah, Stalker got it...unless it's some GUI type thing.

[Rev. Pastora]

It runs like a DOS prog in a Window. I got a command prompt while it was running, but it was inoperable or unrecognized, something like that. I've been running my dream journal through it for half an hour before going to sleep. I can't say if it's connected, but I've been having longer, unusually weird dreams for the last two nights.