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Salvia - 1st time - first and only

phillo

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5 years ago--
Bought some not-extracted salvia divinorum plant matter. Decided, on a whim, to smoke a bit of the leaf before a small party. Having read many reports describing the plain old salvia as a let-down, expectations were not high.

Crouched on the edge of the couch I lit the salvia, inhaled deeply, held the mild smoke for a few seconds and exhaled a LOT. "Hmm..." I thought. Decided to take a second toke and


there was a deep and rhythmic thwucking sound coming from everywhere.

thwuck. thwuck. thwuck.

to my left was a long stretch of desert highway, two lanes with passing allowed, though there were no vehicles. the road didn't appear to end.

lining the two lane asphalt were, rainbow(?) people/person. all the same being in different shades, like soldiers in formation, along this empty street. the rainbow people were tall and big, like those easter island statues, facing forward.

i noticed, at the point where the rainbow people and the highway met the horizon, the rainbow people began to disappear. as this phenomenon came closer to the point of view from which i was witnessing it i was able to see what was happening.

the rainbow beings were falling backwards, being absorbed into the land, the shoulder of the highway. faster and faster the rainbow people were being absorbed/lost; closer and closer it was getting, until i realized something. i was one of these beings and i too would be lost, before long. i was overcome with an incredible and overwhelming sense of sadness, loss. i hadn't realized i was witnessing THE END.



and then, this room (?) started to materialize around me and i wasn't sure what it meant. this soft thing upon which i was sitting? what happened to my place with the desert people?

OH! WAIT, I'm alive, me and I just smoked some salvia? Oh, really???
Oh, YAY, that's so fucking great, it's not all over? It's going to be ok??

Having thought I was a rainbow statue in imminent danger of being sucked into the desert I WAS VERY FUCKING HAPPY to realize this was not so.
I think i cried some tears of joy.

That was my first, and probably only salvia breakthrough.

Anyone else get transported into the netherworld on a small dose of the unadulterated leaf?
 
YEah, managed to get first effects, on the first try, with regular, unextracted leaf. I put 1/2g in the bowl, and one hit was all it took. Although I have since tried extracts I never needed them, as I got full effects from the regular (and cheap) leaf.
 
I broke through the first time using regular leaf. Lets just say I haven't tried that again, and that was around 2 years ago.
 
i broke thing thinking i was falling/melting into the ground? does that count? haha
yep and its been about a year since ive done it.. salvia is insane
 
nickels said:
How do you know it's not so?

i do wonder, from time to time, if i'm actually in a white room somewhere rocking back and forth, sucking my thumb and dreaming about typing a reply to a post on bluelight
 
phillo said:
i do wonder, from time to time, if i'm actually in a white room somewhere rocking back and forth, sucking my thumb and dreaming about typing a reply to a post on bluelight



Oh, so you're one of those people who view psychedelics purely for recreation, and not as a means to open your eyes? Okay.
 
Nice trip report... It's funny but one of the first time I smoked salvia, I had a similar experience but with different visuals. That feeling that it is THE END, that it is your turn next.
 
phillo said:
i do wonder, from time to time, if i'm actually in a white room somewhere rocking back and forth, sucking my thumb and dreaming about typing a reply to a post on bluelight

that is probably one of the funniest things i have ever read. =D
 
I thought that this was an especially interesting trip report. I enjoy Salvia purely because of its strength, and because over the various times I've used the drug, I've made contact with another being that I still can't identify.

I made a post regarding this in psychadelic drugs, and the responses have been extremely interesting. But the sheer force of the trip, and the fact that it actually knocks you backwards and onto the ground, makes it exciting.

I never abuse the stuff, and only rarely smoke it, when I come to a point that just feels 'right'. The voice always tells me to take care of myself and to cut down on my drug intake. I think next time I'll most likely listen to it, and try to remember the questions I need to ask.

Then again, when I've forgotten all about that and the trip is ending, I always hear "But you've known the answers all along anyway. Hee hee!" or something to that nature. Salvia is absolutely extraordinary in terms of its effects and I for one enjoy it because it is so powerful.

I'd use it more often, but it doesn't work that way; I once tried it again around an hour later, but the trip was entirely void of anything, and so I learnt the lesson that Salvia is only for specific times and specific situations. It's not something to use casually, it requires preparation and the knowledge that it's "right" to take...

Anyway I'm rambling, but honestly, it is my favourite psychadelic, if not because of the intense experience, but also because it relaxes me completely afterwards, and its pleasant scent stays with me for the rest of the day.
 
nickels said:
Oh, so you're one of those people who view psychedelics purely for recreation, and not as a means to open your eyes? Okay.


i've been thinking a lot about this whole "trip for fun" or "trip for insight" dichotomy .

i think most people who use psychedelic drugs are hoping to learn something: they just may not acknowledge it. is fun not a kind of insight? how many of us spend our days in a state of sub optimum boredom/ apathy?

"dude, i wanna get wasted tonight and chew a sheet of blotter". ok, so, he wants to get "wasted". could "wasted" = "experience insight"? i don't think a lot of us even have the language to articulate our search for something "more". i sure as hell don't

it seems the drug culture looks favorably on the person who sits in an immaculate loft apartment and thanks the gods and says ritual prayers and does the incense and forms a special thought aura and then ingests a cactus: this, we all seem to agree, is doing serious "work".

i don't know, there's a point i'm trying to make (which i haven't made) but it's too nice outside and i have to go enjoy the global warming before the sun goes down
 
nickels said:
Oh, so you're one of those people who view psychedelics purely for recreation, and not as a means to open your eyes? Okay.

I see why you might give that response to the initial experience report, but why to the quote that you selected?

I too have felt as though, while tripping, that it is possible that I actually went insane many years ago, and that the recent weeks months... who knows how long... have been a stretch of memory leading up to the last new memory in my mind: the trip that pushed me over the edge. And I would make it to that point of snapping and then return to earlier memories only to unknowingly relive the entire last moments of my sane life. Again, it could be hours, or years ago. The real me could be 60 years old in a hospital bed, unaware of this unconscious kernel forever stuck in an endless loop... an inescapable hell.

The only reason I thought suicide would be a poor decision for escaping my cell was that I would reset to the beginning of this time loop, once again oblivious, thinking I was experiencing the real world for the first time. I don't mean to say I was suicidal, just that my reasons for not doing it had nothing to do with a will to stay alive. For at this moment I was convinced that I was in a psychological "matrix" that wasn't real anyway, at least not this time around. Who knows how many times I had been through it, maybe thousands. Fortunately I had a wonderful person watching over me that night, keeping me from doing anything I would sorely regret.

There has never been a night in my in my life that I've learned more about myself, and the nature of my reality. So... for *me*, considering that maybe we *are* his hallucination as he rocks back and forth in a cell is more a means of "opening my eyes" than to dismiss his opinion/experience because it wasn't something he was looking for.
 
The elitists of psychadelics are usually a queer bunch, to be sure; they seem intent on believing themselves to be better than the rest of us because their mission is so much more important. 8)

Of course...

You can dance around naked after painting your body with the sacrificed blood of a goat before praying to certain 'Gods' and then eating your mushrooms, or you can sit down, put a few pieces of blotter paper between your gum and cheek and wait for the LSD to kick in.

Really, both experience similar things. Both people think in ways they've never thought before. Both people are usually left with questions and perhaps even answers. There's nothing wrong with taking psychadelics for "a buzz", and there's nothing wrong with taking them because apparently it brings you closer to your true animalistic hunter-gatherer self either.

But what I hate are opinionated bastards who judge each other when, in essence, they're using the same fucking drug. Perhaps if it were all for the wrong reasons (from my perspective), such as suicide, or to drive oneself insane, or to kill one's family and then blame it upon the drugs, then yes that's wrong.

Though you're both using a drug and both hoping to get something out of it. A lot of people today simply want a physical high, and then as they grow older or more curious, they look for the spiritual advantages of psychadelics and what they can provide.

However, ego-loss is not for everybody, just as sushi isn't for everybody, or tofu! People have different reasons for using drugs. Don't judge; others will view your reason just as you view theirs. Instead, why don't we all just agree that psychadelics are powerful and can be taken for a multitude of reasons? Whether it's just for a physical high, to see interesting patterns, or to get in touch with your unconscious mind becoming active and releasing its ideas as tiny ripples throughout an endless, infinitely black sea of thoughts...
 
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