COM212
Greenlighter
So I've heard the phrase "Don't Give in to Astonishment", mostly related to DMT. But I think I can relate is to Salvia. So my past few trips have been bad, and I asked a friend how I should avoid a bad trip. He said, smoke weed beforehand.
So I did this, and took 4 hits of a vaporizer. After about 10 minutes I felt pretty high, as I'm not used to weed, only smoked it a few times, once or twice. I then packed a pretty small bowl of salvia, didn't even go past the pipescreen in the bowl. I was with my brother at this time.
I finished off the bowl of SalviaZone yellow salvia, and I was freaking out. I guess I has a premonition of having a bad trip, and I just couldn't get it out of my head that I was going to have one. Even with the weed. It didn't help much, as I was sort of having a bad mental fractal trip off of that. The salvia just made it so much worse.
I layed down, and I just had these terrible thoughts. I think I mentally just gave up against fighting this bad trip. I remember screaming in my head, and letting out all of this energy. Then I thought about some elite hierarchy that came into place after I gave into astonishment and they controlled tripping now. I ruined everything and nothing would be the same again. I could have chosen to be one of them, but I chose not to be. I thought of myself as a scumbag. I knew I could live like this, or live two other ways when I came down.
I would be normal, and I would remember giving into astonishment and believe that I did. And I would be depressed for the rest of my life. Or I would remember it, but believe that I hadn't given in, and everything was still normal. I would live normally.
Now I don't know what to think. This was all yesterday. Today things have sort of come into perspective. I feel better about myself, and I realized it was all just a bad trip. And none of that exists in the real or fake world. I didn't mess anything up.
But somehow I knew while I was tripping that I would think this way when it was over... It's hard to explain. It's like I knew that I would mentally cover up what I had just done, and change what actually happened and sort of wipe my memory.
So now I'm depressed because I can't think about what to think.
I don't think I'm going to smoke weed or smoke salvia for a long time, if ever again.
So I did this, and took 4 hits of a vaporizer. After about 10 minutes I felt pretty high, as I'm not used to weed, only smoked it a few times, once or twice. I then packed a pretty small bowl of salvia, didn't even go past the pipescreen in the bowl. I was with my brother at this time.
I finished off the bowl of SalviaZone yellow salvia, and I was freaking out. I guess I has a premonition of having a bad trip, and I just couldn't get it out of my head that I was going to have one. Even with the weed. It didn't help much, as I was sort of having a bad mental fractal trip off of that. The salvia just made it so much worse.
I layed down, and I just had these terrible thoughts. I think I mentally just gave up against fighting this bad trip. I remember screaming in my head, and letting out all of this energy. Then I thought about some elite hierarchy that came into place after I gave into astonishment and they controlled tripping now. I ruined everything and nothing would be the same again. I could have chosen to be one of them, but I chose not to be. I thought of myself as a scumbag. I knew I could live like this, or live two other ways when I came down.
I would be normal, and I would remember giving into astonishment and believe that I did. And I would be depressed for the rest of my life. Or I would remember it, but believe that I hadn't given in, and everything was still normal. I would live normally.
Now I don't know what to think. This was all yesterday. Today things have sort of come into perspective. I feel better about myself, and I realized it was all just a bad trip. And none of that exists in the real or fake world. I didn't mess anything up.
But somehow I knew while I was tripping that I would think this way when it was over... It's hard to explain. It's like I knew that I would mentally cover up what I had just done, and change what actually happened and sort of wipe my memory.
So now I'm depressed because I can't think about what to think.
I don't think I'm going to smoke weed or smoke salvia for a long time, if ever again.
