monkeytouch
Bluelighter
salvia 1x first time guess I'm a wimp
I got some plain 1x leaf and well I must be uber-sensitive because despite a fair bit of experience with LSD nothing prepared me for this:
These leaves are her hair....
> I thought so before I even ate any. Rolling the long leaves in my
hand they start to coil, uncoil, seethe. This was before I even ate any.
Brown,
green slightly sinister, my eyes widen and I think, "All the leaves of
every one of these plants all over the world are the hair of this
goddess." I
surprize myself at my own willingness to embrace this myth, this plant
that almost never seeds and has been painstakingly replanted and hidden
by compaderos for ever and ever. In this day and age you can buy it off
the internet. I did. I wish someone would hide it away again. Why?
>
> I rinsed my mouth with listerine, brushed the lining of my mouth,
took a pinch of leaf and begin to chew not swallowing any and wait.
Nothing.
wait. Nothing? ok maybe something but what? I eventually swallow the
green pulp...take out a tiny jade pipe and pack it full. I light it and
draw
and draw and draw until my cheeks are puffed out...exhale.
>
> I am on my elementary school playground, a child again but I am still
holding the pipe. "uh oh, I have to tell someone, the playground
attendant, my mother, someone." The music on my stereo an instrumental
piece draws me back and the music itself becomes the voice of the
plant, "I dunno who you are going to tell...because you aren't there." I
am in my room again holding the pipe, stunned, drenched in cold sweat.
I
leave my room wake up my roommate, tell him the plant is very active and
very short and not to worry about me. He says ok, puts the blanket over
his head and goes back to sleep.
> I return to my room, pack the pipe again repeat the process. Again,
on exhaling I am in my elementary school trying to put away my coat in a
cubby hole. I realize again with a jolt that I am in my own room,
manipulating my own laundry towards some imaginary cubby hole. I know then
that there is no measurable distance between sane and insane, no
molecule of space, no second in time just HERE and NOT HERE like a wrinkle in
time. The music still speaks tells me things but I forgot.
> I smoke the plant one more time with a friend...just carrying in in
my pocket makes the world shift. I try to tell her but she has no
humility,
treats in like some old school mushroom trip she is non plussed. I don't
think she really saw the plant. I smoke in front of her and she scares
me
by asking if I am okay...I can hear her and I think, "why whats wrong
whys she asking? and I panic because I'm not in her house anymore and I
don't know how to cover that up. I lie and say I need the bathroom. By
the time I stand up it passes and I tell her what happened. She said
that
she asked me because before I put the pipe down I look afraid and began
to sweat. Indeed my shirt is drenched. and I keep sweating for days
afterward. cold sweat. I huddle under blankets and sweat. The plant? I
found a special pouch for it tied it in a triple knot put in on my
altar and
left it there, maybe forever. Someone should make salvia secret again.
>
>
monkey
I got some plain 1x leaf and well I must be uber-sensitive because despite a fair bit of experience with LSD nothing prepared me for this:
These leaves are her hair....
> I thought so before I even ate any. Rolling the long leaves in my
hand they start to coil, uncoil, seethe. This was before I even ate any.
Brown,
green slightly sinister, my eyes widen and I think, "All the leaves of
every one of these plants all over the world are the hair of this
goddess." I
surprize myself at my own willingness to embrace this myth, this plant
that almost never seeds and has been painstakingly replanted and hidden
by compaderos for ever and ever. In this day and age you can buy it off
the internet. I did. I wish someone would hide it away again. Why?
>
> I rinsed my mouth with listerine, brushed the lining of my mouth,
took a pinch of leaf and begin to chew not swallowing any and wait.
Nothing.
wait. Nothing? ok maybe something but what? I eventually swallow the
green pulp...take out a tiny jade pipe and pack it full. I light it and
draw
and draw and draw until my cheeks are puffed out...exhale.
>
> I am on my elementary school playground, a child again but I am still
holding the pipe. "uh oh, I have to tell someone, the playground
attendant, my mother, someone." The music on my stereo an instrumental
piece draws me back and the music itself becomes the voice of the
plant, "I dunno who you are going to tell...because you aren't there." I
am in my room again holding the pipe, stunned, drenched in cold sweat.
I
leave my room wake up my roommate, tell him the plant is very active and
very short and not to worry about me. He says ok, puts the blanket over
his head and goes back to sleep.
> I return to my room, pack the pipe again repeat the process. Again,
on exhaling I am in my elementary school trying to put away my coat in a
cubby hole. I realize again with a jolt that I am in my own room,
manipulating my own laundry towards some imaginary cubby hole. I know then
that there is no measurable distance between sane and insane, no
molecule of space, no second in time just HERE and NOT HERE like a wrinkle in
time. The music still speaks tells me things but I forgot.
> I smoke the plant one more time with a friend...just carrying in in
my pocket makes the world shift. I try to tell her but she has no
humility,
treats in like some old school mushroom trip she is non plussed. I don't
think she really saw the plant. I smoke in front of her and she scares
me
by asking if I am okay...I can hear her and I think, "why whats wrong
whys she asking? and I panic because I'm not in her house anymore and I
don't know how to cover that up. I lie and say I need the bathroom. By
the time I stand up it passes and I tell her what happened. She said
that
she asked me because before I put the pipe down I look afraid and began
to sweat. Indeed my shirt is drenched. and I keep sweating for days
afterward. cold sweat. I huddle under blankets and sweat. The plant? I
found a special pouch for it tied it in a triple knot put in on my
altar and
left it there, maybe forever. Someone should make salvia secret again.
>
>
monkey
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