oneaspiringman
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Okay, so I've been examining this site for weeks, reading day and night at all of your mind-boggling trips and it truly fascinates me. Really glad to find a place like this. Okay recently I had been tripping off Special K. The last time I tripped I did an absolute shit ton.
It was wonderful at first but later I felt as if the Ketamine was literally inside my head, almost hurting my brain. My head felt very enclosed. I went outside to attempt to sweat the drug out, where I was then hit with an epiphany induced emotion: I wanted to be sober ( I promise it plays into the story). It felt like a breath of fresh mountain air. I felt no desire to smoke pot, or even any psychadelics for that matter, which was really strange. But I had been on some real life-changing shroom and acid trips that brought me bounties of insight and knowledge. I felt truly content with my outlook and living life in this unaltered reality we call sobriety.
Here is when it gets complicated and ignorant: I had already purchased this salvia extract online. The day I went sober was Tuesday. The salvia came in today, two days later. I arrived home from work and opened up the salvia: "20x extract NOT INTENDED FOR HUMAN USE." I originally was never going to open the box, just wait until I felt it calling me and this life of sobriety maybe grow dull or I would want to trip again. But, I have always been a bastard. With almost no realization or thought into how serious salvia is (I had done my research but at that point in time I didn't even care to trip, just wanted to see how it compares to my friends LSD and Psilocybin).
I'm home alone, and from what I had seen almost all people on salvia just sit there and flop and drool, so I presume I'll be straight. I head into my old garage, since it is raining, and lock myself in a convertible bimmer, electric blue. Thing has been out of commission for a while, so I sit there not only for a seat but just in case I do move about. All I had was my old lucky bowl, had an incredible water pipe but some police officers had taken that earlier this week. So before I even pack the bowl, I began a voice recording on my phone where I explained just about everything I told you so far in terms of K and sober life. I sat my phone to the side and open the bag.
I empty half the sack into the bowl, it's texture leafy but broken down. I take my first drag, instantly remembering I had read that you gotta RIP this shit and hold it in. I feel dumb, and by the way, for those that do not know, salvia tastes and burns unlike marijuana or anything you should ingest to the lungs. I then take two huge drags with no exhale, and hold it in with my eyes shut.
That was it for me. From here on out truly bear with me. I can describe my LSD trips like a pro, reason being I have tripped enough to know how to explain the visuals and thoughts, I once could not do this. That is where I seem to be with salvia, also most of the trip is completely gone from my memory. So, I did not even get to see myself exhale the smoke. Next thing I know I see blackness, and the best way I can describe was that there were long strips of land in the blackness. Mountains and everything almost just floating in an abyss, but the mountains and fields were segregated with perforated lines almost.
Out of nowhere, the first piece of land is ripped out of the picture, they started on the left and went to the right, in a zipper type of motion. Then, more pieces of land are ripped up. As it gets closer and closer to the end, I become self aware. I am a piece of land. There are two pieces of land to be ripped before me at this point. This was life for me. For those of you who have done salvia, you know more than anyone that when you are on this drug you simply do not have the head space or consciousness to even know you are on a drug. It's constantly such an intense, different reality that you must stay focused on it at all times, no options.
My body began to hurt incredibly as the pieces before me were plucked. It felt as if someone was crushing my frame and pulling my hair, very very real pain. Just before I am plucked I run. I am running as fast as I can.
From there it gets almost impossible to recall other than a few moments. This garage is not used much, it is not finished. There is a second room and once you enter it, there's a bathroom to the right, in shambles honestly (living in a new home and this garage is the project that We never get around to). But, I can recall many entities existing inside that bathroom. I know this isn't accurate but it was similar/ made me think of a circus top carnival, the indoor ones that are red- and white lined exterior. I can't recall if those people were kind or not, I simply felt their presence.
The last thing I remember other than the scary come down was getting caught. I had been running and I was caught. Something was trying to either bury me in sand, clay, or what looked like red yellow and blue melted crayons. It was getting poured or cemented all over me. I am me at this point, but all of this part of the description is coming from a mere five seconds I recall. The things I was becoming entrapped in kinda looked like kid playground slides, somehow. I got covered up to my chest, I was standing up. My arms were placed in front of me but right at my chest, as if in a "halt!" gesture or, as I was being compressed. I then threw my phone which was in my left hand. It had the yellow wax all over it, as did my hands.
Next thing I know I am coming too, and I am standing up on the other side of the room. I look in my left hand and there is my phone. The timer rang out at 8 minutes and thirty six seconds. I smoked it about two minutes into the recording, so I had close to a seven minute trip. First thing I noticed was my condition: both of my shoes are off and my socks are sopping wet from rain. It seems to me that when I ran in the trip, it really happened. I was in such anxiety to get the fuck out of the garage at this point. My reality was so misconstrued that I walked to the bathroom literally expecting the circus top to be there, and was in amazement to see the same old wrecked bathroom.
I could not find my shoes for so long. One was all the way under a dusty chair. The other was on the other side of the bimmer, at the back hand right side, under insulation. I could not believe this and was terrified I had been running about without my own self even being present. There are nails in that room, I have neighbors on both sides of me as well. Who knows what I looked like or had done. For the first minute or so, I thought I had smoked the salvia and had fallen asleep, I then realized that theory is easily shut down because I came to standing up. With everything in a different location than before.
My socks were wet but the door remained closed. No water runs through that place, I guess I was coherent enough to open the door and probably slam it back. The bowl was in my hand when I left reality, I later found it all the way in the backseat of the car just lounging. My phone has some new scratches on it as well. I must have really thrown it. I had to have looked like a man in turmoil and distress.
What got to me the most is this: movies always show psychadelics as showing you things that aren't there. However, us trippers know otherwise, at least for shrooms and L. I had always been super curious if there really was a compound that could show you non-existent, or normally non-seeable things. I was in disbelief. It is true and intense. Mind blown to the maximum extent. After taking a good bit to find my belongings, I got the fuck up out of there. Something about remaining in that room shook me to my core so deeply I almost left my right shoe and bowl in there forever. Surely I would have gone in back later though but you see how terrified and almost feeble I was.
I was dissociated and did not quite understand this normal world I had been in my entire life. I was still having a cloggy-ish mental high i think, am not sure. I head upstairs and watch some "Always Sunny In Philadelphia" and realized I wanted to sleep this shit off. Awoke thirty minutes later to someone coming upstairs, where I preceded to entail to her the craziest and scariest events of my life.
I still have another half gram and have been studying salvia even more-so after the trip. Other people on this site also have felt entities and seen carnivals, which intrigues me. I now respect salvia, and I believe I was taking it a million times too light-hearted, which lead to me getting my ass rocked.
I am going to trip again when I feel I am ready, I am content with sobriety still and will know when my time is right. Thank you guys for reading my trip report, send some thoughts my way and we can chop it up about all of this.
P.S. I was so terrified when I came to that I listened to the last minute of the recording I had going for the entire trip and could only hear loud bustling, I was so petrified I deleted the entire thing. Man I regret that but in the moment it was instinct. The End, sorry if there are typos this is a bit too long for me to proofread at almost midnight.
It was wonderful at first but later I felt as if the Ketamine was literally inside my head, almost hurting my brain. My head felt very enclosed. I went outside to attempt to sweat the drug out, where I was then hit with an epiphany induced emotion: I wanted to be sober ( I promise it plays into the story). It felt like a breath of fresh mountain air. I felt no desire to smoke pot, or even any psychadelics for that matter, which was really strange. But I had been on some real life-changing shroom and acid trips that brought me bounties of insight and knowledge. I felt truly content with my outlook and living life in this unaltered reality we call sobriety.
Here is when it gets complicated and ignorant: I had already purchased this salvia extract online. The day I went sober was Tuesday. The salvia came in today, two days later. I arrived home from work and opened up the salvia: "20x extract NOT INTENDED FOR HUMAN USE." I originally was never going to open the box, just wait until I felt it calling me and this life of sobriety maybe grow dull or I would want to trip again. But, I have always been a bastard. With almost no realization or thought into how serious salvia is (I had done my research but at that point in time I didn't even care to trip, just wanted to see how it compares to my friends LSD and Psilocybin).
I'm home alone, and from what I had seen almost all people on salvia just sit there and flop and drool, so I presume I'll be straight. I head into my old garage, since it is raining, and lock myself in a convertible bimmer, electric blue. Thing has been out of commission for a while, so I sit there not only for a seat but just in case I do move about. All I had was my old lucky bowl, had an incredible water pipe but some police officers had taken that earlier this week. So before I even pack the bowl, I began a voice recording on my phone where I explained just about everything I told you so far in terms of K and sober life. I sat my phone to the side and open the bag.
I empty half the sack into the bowl, it's texture leafy but broken down. I take my first drag, instantly remembering I had read that you gotta RIP this shit and hold it in. I feel dumb, and by the way, for those that do not know, salvia tastes and burns unlike marijuana or anything you should ingest to the lungs. I then take two huge drags with no exhale, and hold it in with my eyes shut.
That was it for me. From here on out truly bear with me. I can describe my LSD trips like a pro, reason being I have tripped enough to know how to explain the visuals and thoughts, I once could not do this. That is where I seem to be with salvia, also most of the trip is completely gone from my memory. So, I did not even get to see myself exhale the smoke. Next thing I know I see blackness, and the best way I can describe was that there were long strips of land in the blackness. Mountains and everything almost just floating in an abyss, but the mountains and fields were segregated with perforated lines almost.
Out of nowhere, the first piece of land is ripped out of the picture, they started on the left and went to the right, in a zipper type of motion. Then, more pieces of land are ripped up. As it gets closer and closer to the end, I become self aware. I am a piece of land. There are two pieces of land to be ripped before me at this point. This was life for me. For those of you who have done salvia, you know more than anyone that when you are on this drug you simply do not have the head space or consciousness to even know you are on a drug. It's constantly such an intense, different reality that you must stay focused on it at all times, no options.
My body began to hurt incredibly as the pieces before me were plucked. It felt as if someone was crushing my frame and pulling my hair, very very real pain. Just before I am plucked I run. I am running as fast as I can.
From there it gets almost impossible to recall other than a few moments. This garage is not used much, it is not finished. There is a second room and once you enter it, there's a bathroom to the right, in shambles honestly (living in a new home and this garage is the project that We never get around to). But, I can recall many entities existing inside that bathroom. I know this isn't accurate but it was similar/ made me think of a circus top carnival, the indoor ones that are red- and white lined exterior. I can't recall if those people were kind or not, I simply felt their presence.
The last thing I remember other than the scary come down was getting caught. I had been running and I was caught. Something was trying to either bury me in sand, clay, or what looked like red yellow and blue melted crayons. It was getting poured or cemented all over me. I am me at this point, but all of this part of the description is coming from a mere five seconds I recall. The things I was becoming entrapped in kinda looked like kid playground slides, somehow. I got covered up to my chest, I was standing up. My arms were placed in front of me but right at my chest, as if in a "halt!" gesture or, as I was being compressed. I then threw my phone which was in my left hand. It had the yellow wax all over it, as did my hands.
Next thing I know I am coming too, and I am standing up on the other side of the room. I look in my left hand and there is my phone. The timer rang out at 8 minutes and thirty six seconds. I smoked it about two minutes into the recording, so I had close to a seven minute trip. First thing I noticed was my condition: both of my shoes are off and my socks are sopping wet from rain. It seems to me that when I ran in the trip, it really happened. I was in such anxiety to get the fuck out of the garage at this point. My reality was so misconstrued that I walked to the bathroom literally expecting the circus top to be there, and was in amazement to see the same old wrecked bathroom.
I could not find my shoes for so long. One was all the way under a dusty chair. The other was on the other side of the bimmer, at the back hand right side, under insulation. I could not believe this and was terrified I had been running about without my own self even being present. There are nails in that room, I have neighbors on both sides of me as well. Who knows what I looked like or had done. For the first minute or so, I thought I had smoked the salvia and had fallen asleep, I then realized that theory is easily shut down because I came to standing up. With everything in a different location than before.
My socks were wet but the door remained closed. No water runs through that place, I guess I was coherent enough to open the door and probably slam it back. The bowl was in my hand when I left reality, I later found it all the way in the backseat of the car just lounging. My phone has some new scratches on it as well. I must have really thrown it. I had to have looked like a man in turmoil and distress.
What got to me the most is this: movies always show psychadelics as showing you things that aren't there. However, us trippers know otherwise, at least for shrooms and L. I had always been super curious if there really was a compound that could show you non-existent, or normally non-seeable things. I was in disbelief. It is true and intense. Mind blown to the maximum extent. After taking a good bit to find my belongings, I got the fuck up out of there. Something about remaining in that room shook me to my core so deeply I almost left my right shoe and bowl in there forever. Surely I would have gone in back later though but you see how terrified and almost feeble I was.
I was dissociated and did not quite understand this normal world I had been in my entire life. I was still having a cloggy-ish mental high i think, am not sure. I head upstairs and watch some "Always Sunny In Philadelphia" and realized I wanted to sleep this shit off. Awoke thirty minutes later to someone coming upstairs, where I preceded to entail to her the craziest and scariest events of my life.
I still have another half gram and have been studying salvia even more-so after the trip. Other people on this site also have felt entities and seen carnivals, which intrigues me. I now respect salvia, and I believe I was taking it a million times too light-hearted, which lead to me getting my ass rocked.
I am going to trip again when I feel I am ready, I am content with sobriety still and will know when my time is right. Thank you guys for reading my trip report, send some thoughts my way and we can chop it up about all of this.
P.S. I was so terrified when I came to that I listened to the last minute of the recording I had going for the entire trip and could only hear loud bustling, I was so petrified I deleted the entire thing. Man I regret that but in the moment it was instinct. The End, sorry if there are typos this is a bit too long for me to proofread at almost midnight.
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