Hey, thanks for all of your input! I havent had a computer for a week, so Im just checking this now.
A few points:
Im scared. Ill tell you why. My sensitivity to Salvia is THROUGH THE ROOF. Let me explain. A few days before starting this thread, I dosed Salvia. Did I smoke it? No. Did I quid it? No. Did I take the tea? No. Ill tell you. I opened the bag of leaves I have and smelled it. Twice. Then I closed it, because I knew how sensitive I was. I entered such a meditative, restful state, for the next two, three days. I promptly cut out all animal protein and felt my body cleansing. My face changed.
Then like 5 days later, I noticed the bag wasnt completely closed. I held my breath, closed the bag and promptly rushed outside to breathe some fresh air for a minute. I came back inside, and boom, 15 minutes later, "Woo, I *really* need a nap..." I lied down and had beautiful brain-knot-untying "dreams."
So this is why I ask, because I feel like someone across the street could smoke it and Id have a trip.
Another point:
After posting this I asked myself the same question about Salvias reverse-tolerance. I tried to think of an analogy. Here's the analogy I came up with:
Salvia-Space is like a palace filled with spirits. Maybe like in Spirited Away. When you first come in, they don't really know you. Maybe you smoked a high extract, in which case your entrance into that palace was like being thrown through the door or window in a hasty fiery ball, and maybe you made a mess, flailing around. You do some stuff, and before you know it, you're out. They're like, "What the heck was that?" "Who was that?" "I dunno..."
The next time, they know it's you, and they tentatively show you around. Or, if you were quidding, your entrance would be like a tentative approach to the doorway, a nervous knock, and a peek through the window. They say "Come on in!... who is that?" But you didn't take enough. But they like you because you're polite and won't break any windows.
The more you come to the palace, the more they recognize you. On the 100th time, they're like, "Hey everybody! It's RhythmSpring!" And then everybody in the palace knows. Perhaps the palace is the sum of all your kappa opioid receptors. If you're a patient quidder, then maybe they like you even more.
Basically what I'm saying that it boils down to a function of KNOWLEDGE and RECOGNITION.
One time, they told me not to come back. I did, a week later, and boy, were they PISSED. I've been trying to make it up to them ever since. I took a long break. And then recently, I decided to very cautiously and respectfully just take a peek through the windows (smell the bag). Some of them saw me, and shouted, "Hey look! It's him! He's back!!!" And EVERYBODY knew. Wanna know how I know? Because I felt it that strongly. My entire reality and perspective shifted, just a little bit.
I may be crazy.