I'm fairly experienced with Salvia, so my last trip was really a shocker...
I smoke with the same 2 friends (fellow psychonauts?) and also in the same setting. This time however, they smoked before I did. Their trips are never as intense as mine, but they started to feel paranoid afterwards. I should have known that I was going to have a bad trip. Instead, I forged on down the Sally D Path... Another thing that set me on edge was the use of a soda can as a smoking device. Every other time we've smoked Salvia it was with a nice little bowl.
So we are sitting outside on a trampoline, beautiful night, slightly on edge. I inhale the first large hit, and by the time I've taken the second large hit, I had dropped the lighter/can and melted into the trampoline instantly. As I began to feel the typical sweating and heavy feeling of ego death, I started to see an ominous figure in the sky: it was Satan, coming (from Heaven?!) to peel back the sky in the shape of gingerbread-men. He was coming for me, and I catapulted myself off the trampoline, much to the surprise of my fellow psychonauts. As Satan continued to peel back the sky, I clung to the wet grass for dear life; however, this wasn't enough- I was determined to get away! I began to soldier crawl across the lawn, in what was later described as 'a square pattern.' Eventually Satan subsided, and as I returned to my body, I flung it back onto the trampoline.
At this point, I was completely horrified: I believed that I had been to Hell. I'm not a Christian, so this is interesting. Before, during my (just as heavy but) more enjoyable Salvia trips, I thought that I had found an afterlife or energy that is commonly described by the likes of McKenna, Leary, or Joe Rogan. In the end, I vowed never to do Salvia again, but what fun is that?! :D
Who knows where the road will take us?