Kandy K
Ex-Bluelighter
I’ve had many hallucinations with difference psychedelics, and usually my trips are full of meaning, yet my experience with salvia was like no other. Instead of a spiritual journey, the experience on salvia lacked greatly in meaning, but was 10 times more random and hysterical. One large bowl of 20x extract was about as intense as a strong dose of mushrooms—a drug I am deathly afraid of due to reasons I shall not disclose at the moment. Do not attempt to understand my justification. I disengaged this futile battle years ago.
So I took a toke of half a bowl and felt the effects on a physical level first. Parts of my body felt as if they were being stretched out in the shape of a bubble, as if I were being viewed under a magnifying glass. Except the expansion was a physical feeling and not a visual appearance. Then the auditory hallucinations began. Unlike other psychedelic trips, the experience was very uneasy, harsh, and lacking in depth. All the objects in my room began conversing with me, but they were bombarding me with shit-talk. The clock, the desk, the posters, and all other furniture told me that my father hated me because my life was so useless. Not only that, but out of all the letters in the alphabet, he disliked K (the 1st letter of my name) the most, and preferred L (the 1st letter of my sisters’ name) as his favorite.
Then the visuals commenced. From the corner of my windowsill, out marched all the letters of the alphabet, maneuvering in a rhythmic fashion imitating that of the Gestapo. They were the shade of dark red with thin, wavy limbs and huge, cartoon, bug eyes. Their bodies were composed of blocks, shaped in whatever letter they were supposed to be. One by one, just like lemmings, they committed suicide by jumping off the edge of the window to their deaths, in alphabetical order. The remaining letters that were still awaiting their turn to commit seppuku were continuing the endless hazing. Making threats that if I did not finish the rest of the bowl by the time “K” (the letter) had jumped off, my dad would not pick me up. This worried me greatly, though I’m not sure why, seeing as how I was home with no particular destination in mind.
I frantically smoked the remains, and managed to hit the last bit just as “J” jumped out the window. The re-dose instantly intensified the effects, and two Latin men appeared outside my window. Mind you I am located on the second story above the garage. They were criticizing me for smoking the salvia plant, because salvia is Hispanic, so that I was in fact, committing a hate crime. They convinced me I was biased against Hispanics, so I crawled back shamelessly to my bed, ashamed to admit my prejudice. I called my friend (who is of Latin descent) and left him a hysterical voicemail including much hysterical screaming and nonsensical blabber about being a flagrant racist against all Hispanics everywhere. I couldn’t handle life anymore, realized the spics were right, and gave the pipe a rest. For about an hour anyway.
The next day I smoked the salvia again, this time with two tweakers. Once again, the furniture in the room started up with the insults and negative vibe. They were trying to convince me to be selfish with my friends and just finish off the rest of the dope without sharing. Considering I am a very giving person and smoke my friends out on a weekly basis, it was quite disturbing to find such shadiness being emitted from my imagination. So I argued back with the desk. I targeted him because he was the most obnoxiously outspoken. My engagement in this dispute deeply frightened my friends and intrigued their morbid curiosity at the same time.
Out of the floor popped The Queen of Hearts and John Pabon, both of them standing only 5 inches tall (jee I wonder why…hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa!) They both demanded a smoke, and reached into my bag and stole my cigarettes. The whole time I was simply conserving with them as if they were my normal friends, upon which the tweakers proclaimed I was tripping balls.
Overall, the body high was not smooth in the slightest; in fact, it was unbearably difficult to be comfortable in any given position. By itself, the salvia was not as visual as the time I had done it with weed. Instead, it was more about putting my mind on an entirely different universe and warping the dimensions of reality. Worthless hallucinations, but tons of fun, and made for lots of potential laughter.
So I took a toke of half a bowl and felt the effects on a physical level first. Parts of my body felt as if they were being stretched out in the shape of a bubble, as if I were being viewed under a magnifying glass. Except the expansion was a physical feeling and not a visual appearance. Then the auditory hallucinations began. Unlike other psychedelic trips, the experience was very uneasy, harsh, and lacking in depth. All the objects in my room began conversing with me, but they were bombarding me with shit-talk. The clock, the desk, the posters, and all other furniture told me that my father hated me because my life was so useless. Not only that, but out of all the letters in the alphabet, he disliked K (the 1st letter of my name) the most, and preferred L (the 1st letter of my sisters’ name) as his favorite.
Then the visuals commenced. From the corner of my windowsill, out marched all the letters of the alphabet, maneuvering in a rhythmic fashion imitating that of the Gestapo. They were the shade of dark red with thin, wavy limbs and huge, cartoon, bug eyes. Their bodies were composed of blocks, shaped in whatever letter they were supposed to be. One by one, just like lemmings, they committed suicide by jumping off the edge of the window to their deaths, in alphabetical order. The remaining letters that were still awaiting their turn to commit seppuku were continuing the endless hazing. Making threats that if I did not finish the rest of the bowl by the time “K” (the letter) had jumped off, my dad would not pick me up. This worried me greatly, though I’m not sure why, seeing as how I was home with no particular destination in mind.
I frantically smoked the remains, and managed to hit the last bit just as “J” jumped out the window. The re-dose instantly intensified the effects, and two Latin men appeared outside my window. Mind you I am located on the second story above the garage. They were criticizing me for smoking the salvia plant, because salvia is Hispanic, so that I was in fact, committing a hate crime. They convinced me I was biased against Hispanics, so I crawled back shamelessly to my bed, ashamed to admit my prejudice. I called my friend (who is of Latin descent) and left him a hysterical voicemail including much hysterical screaming and nonsensical blabber about being a flagrant racist against all Hispanics everywhere. I couldn’t handle life anymore, realized the spics were right, and gave the pipe a rest. For about an hour anyway.
The next day I smoked the salvia again, this time with two tweakers. Once again, the furniture in the room started up with the insults and negative vibe. They were trying to convince me to be selfish with my friends and just finish off the rest of the dope without sharing. Considering I am a very giving person and smoke my friends out on a weekly basis, it was quite disturbing to find such shadiness being emitted from my imagination. So I argued back with the desk. I targeted him because he was the most obnoxiously outspoken. My engagement in this dispute deeply frightened my friends and intrigued their morbid curiosity at the same time.
Out of the floor popped The Queen of Hearts and John Pabon, both of them standing only 5 inches tall (jee I wonder why…hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaa!) They both demanded a smoke, and reached into my bag and stole my cigarettes. The whole time I was simply conserving with them as if they were my normal friends, upon which the tweakers proclaimed I was tripping balls.
Overall, the body high was not smooth in the slightest; in fact, it was unbearably difficult to be comfortable in any given position. By itself, the salvia was not as visual as the time I had done it with weed. Instead, it was more about putting my mind on an entirely different universe and warping the dimensions of reality. Worthless hallucinations, but tons of fun, and made for lots of potential laughter.
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