thePRINCE
Greenlighter
This was the report I wrote up for personal records after my first experience with Salvia (About a month ago). Now, after re-reading it and comparing it to experiences I've had since then, I realize that it's highly inaccurate compared to what I truly felt while "tripping"; it's more or less an attempt to make sense of what happened that night. I think I did a fair job of it, though like I said, I realize now where the flaws are.
Like most Salvia trips, I'm always mind-blown, scrambling franticly to piece together what happened -- so some of the things I explain here most likely didn't happen exactly how described, they are just a way for me to try and express what I "truly" felt.
Still, its probably a good read for newcomers.
So enjoy.
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I had been reading up on Salvia a lot over the preceding week, and decided that I really wanted to experience this relatively unknown drug.
So my friend Codey and I went to a local headshop and I bought a gram of 20x salvia.
When we returned to my house we decided that it would probably be better to smoke it for the first time outside (I live in Minnesota and since it was midnight it was probably no warmer than 54 degrees outside). So we put on our winter jackets, to stay warm, and proceeded out to sit on the trampoline my family has off near the woods.
I first packed the small bit of marijuana I had left over from the night before into my glass pipe, followed by a pinch and a half of the salvia. My brother was first to take a hit, since I had decided that I would “stay back” and watch to make sure he handled it alright at first.
He started laughing almost immediately after exhaling, and he couldn’t sit still. I remember him starting to talk, saying, “You guys need to hit.. thiiiiss… err… urdddmmerr…” and trailed off into some strange speech that neither me nor my friend could understand.
Then I ignored him, and began to pack my own bowlful. I put at least two full pinches into my pipe and packed it down tight, lit my lighter, and started inhaling my first hit. After my lungs were full, I allowed half of the smoke to trail out, and then took another even deeper hit. I could feel my lungs getting tight, and the smoke dissolving. Then, literally at the same moment I released the smoke, I experienced tremendous swirling visuals. This was followed by the overwhelming urge to lie down, and the physical inability to stay sitting. My vision then went dark. I’m not sure if I closed my eyes or not.
As I started to lean (lay down) to my right, I noticed the feeling of my leading shoulder falling through the trampoline, almost as if to fall “into it”, to become a part of the trampoline. This feeling developed further until my entire being was one with the trampoline. There was no longer a distinction between the surface of the trampoline and my skin, or my jacket. And then the visuals truly began.
It felt like I was literally somewhere else. Immediately after I merged with the trampoline my internal focus switched. The scene before me felt as if it was changing quickly. Images of children bouncing, laughing, having fun – playing with each other, flashed across my inner eye. Then I could hear the laughter, voices of young kids; and I realized suddenly that I was witnessing the progression of human life through the trampoline’s “eyes” (for lack of a better term), or how the trampoline would see it. But at the same time as I felt connected and “one” with the trampoline, I also felt strangely omnipresent, like a part of my conscious was floating silently above the scene, taking it all in.
Then, this scene rapidly shifted. I think mostly due to the fact that my brother was erupting into uncontrollable laughter. This most likely disrupted my focus and pulled me out of my experience. So I made a mental decision to turn all of my energy towards trying to dive back into this sea of unknown, and as I did the visuals came back to me.
So, here I was again, just my consciousness floating about waist high, looking at what seemed to be a suburban sidewalk (from the perspective of being in the middle of the street). Immediately the colors jumped out at me. Unbelievably vivid colors. The glistening green of the grass, the humble blues of the sky, and the glowing orange of a bicycle helmet worn by a passing kid. But most of all, what stood out to me, was the pure, divine white of the picket fence that ran along the entire sidewalk. This scene lasted no more than a few seconds, and again the voices of my brother and friend called out to me as if trying to bring me back into “reality”. Later I realized that it was Codey trying to hand me back the pipe after he just took his hit.
This is when it began to get weird. It felt as if something deep inside of me firmly resisted the call, and suddenly every party of my conscious “spread out”. I’m not quite sure how to describe this. It was almost as if my conscious was separating itself into tiny slices, and laying each one down next to another, side by side. Like a row of playing cards.
All throughout this, what can only be described as the “physical” part of my self was struggling against the drug, trying to regain motor control and fighting to sit my body back up. Then it seemed like, in mockery or pure spite of my physical sense of panic, my higher conscious or my “mental” being pushed further and drew me deep into the Salvia experience.
Now with every one of these “slices” that was presented before me, a new visual was projected into my mind. Each one was a fascinatingly picturesque alien world laid before me to explore. I quickly surveyed each one, again from the omnipresent “floating” consciousness that I described before. Then, for some reason unknown to me, this observer decided that I should return to assist my friend and brother rather than delve further into these environments.
So again, control was relinquished to my “physical” being and I began to sit up slowly. But as I did so a great feeling of fear overtook me, I encountered a wave of panic, and my friend and brother said that I mumbled something frantic about needing to get off of the trampoline. This was probably a bad idea, looking at it in hindsight. I have no idea how I managed to maneuver myself off of the edge and remain standing at first. But I soon realized that this “physical” part of me was quickly losing control again, I stumbled, feeling as if I was stepping up stairs, or avoiding large rocks with my feet (even though the ground was perfectly flat) and tripped, somehow spinning to land on my back amongst the tall grass.
Here the visuals started again. The “mental” part of me was again pushing aside the panic experienced by the Physical, and I felt deeply relaxed. At this time my memory begins to blur. I remember having a great understanding that I needed to calm myself and somehow ignore these irrational fears. Then I felt some sort of presence, a faded male presence that was standing directly above me. I looked up at him through closed eyelids, and we exchanged a glimmer of recognition for each other. At that moment I remembered that I was holding the pipe and the packet of Salvia that my friend had handed me back on the trampoline. So, once again breaking out of the experience, I calmly sat up and tucked the two items back into the pouch I was also holding, and zipped them into my coat pocket.
Eventually, I returned to the trampoline with my brother (who was running around laughing hysterically the entire time I was laying in the grass), and all three of us laid in silence.
I was definitely “down” at this point. I had some closed eye visuals, minor, but they were somewhat similar to what is experienced after smoking a large amount of marijuana. Nothing to the extent of what I just went through.
The rest of the night I felt calm, relaxed, and surprisingly fresh.
There was definitely something inside of me that was resisting the drug, but then again at the same time there was a part of me that wanted to go further, to push harder, and experience everything to the fullest degree. Now, as I sit and write this, I feel like I can identify between three distinct parts of my conscious: Physical (concerned with body functions, preservation of “life”, and safety for my body), Mental (concerned with radical exploration, discovery, and enlightenment), and the “omnipresent” Observer (the referee between the two, the ultimate controller of the experience, and the wise-minded rational part of me).
I think in order to go further with my next experience, I need to tune in more deeply to the Observer, and help remind myself that the fears I felt were neither rational, nor real. I feel with this understanding I’ll be mentally prepared to learn more and be able to explore these “landscapes” that were presented before me.
I’m fascinated, truly fascinated. A part of me is saddened that I was unable to wander through these environments and interact with them.
Hopefully I can find them once again.
Like most Salvia trips, I'm always mind-blown, scrambling franticly to piece together what happened -- so some of the things I explain here most likely didn't happen exactly how described, they are just a way for me to try and express what I "truly" felt.
Still, its probably a good read for newcomers.
So enjoy.
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I had been reading up on Salvia a lot over the preceding week, and decided that I really wanted to experience this relatively unknown drug.
So my friend Codey and I went to a local headshop and I bought a gram of 20x salvia.
When we returned to my house we decided that it would probably be better to smoke it for the first time outside (I live in Minnesota and since it was midnight it was probably no warmer than 54 degrees outside). So we put on our winter jackets, to stay warm, and proceeded out to sit on the trampoline my family has off near the woods.
I first packed the small bit of marijuana I had left over from the night before into my glass pipe, followed by a pinch and a half of the salvia. My brother was first to take a hit, since I had decided that I would “stay back” and watch to make sure he handled it alright at first.
He started laughing almost immediately after exhaling, and he couldn’t sit still. I remember him starting to talk, saying, “You guys need to hit.. thiiiiss… err… urdddmmerr…” and trailed off into some strange speech that neither me nor my friend could understand.
Then I ignored him, and began to pack my own bowlful. I put at least two full pinches into my pipe and packed it down tight, lit my lighter, and started inhaling my first hit. After my lungs were full, I allowed half of the smoke to trail out, and then took another even deeper hit. I could feel my lungs getting tight, and the smoke dissolving. Then, literally at the same moment I released the smoke, I experienced tremendous swirling visuals. This was followed by the overwhelming urge to lie down, and the physical inability to stay sitting. My vision then went dark. I’m not sure if I closed my eyes or not.
As I started to lean (lay down) to my right, I noticed the feeling of my leading shoulder falling through the trampoline, almost as if to fall “into it”, to become a part of the trampoline. This feeling developed further until my entire being was one with the trampoline. There was no longer a distinction between the surface of the trampoline and my skin, or my jacket. And then the visuals truly began.
It felt like I was literally somewhere else. Immediately after I merged with the trampoline my internal focus switched. The scene before me felt as if it was changing quickly. Images of children bouncing, laughing, having fun – playing with each other, flashed across my inner eye. Then I could hear the laughter, voices of young kids; and I realized suddenly that I was witnessing the progression of human life through the trampoline’s “eyes” (for lack of a better term), or how the trampoline would see it. But at the same time as I felt connected and “one” with the trampoline, I also felt strangely omnipresent, like a part of my conscious was floating silently above the scene, taking it all in.
Then, this scene rapidly shifted. I think mostly due to the fact that my brother was erupting into uncontrollable laughter. This most likely disrupted my focus and pulled me out of my experience. So I made a mental decision to turn all of my energy towards trying to dive back into this sea of unknown, and as I did the visuals came back to me.
So, here I was again, just my consciousness floating about waist high, looking at what seemed to be a suburban sidewalk (from the perspective of being in the middle of the street). Immediately the colors jumped out at me. Unbelievably vivid colors. The glistening green of the grass, the humble blues of the sky, and the glowing orange of a bicycle helmet worn by a passing kid. But most of all, what stood out to me, was the pure, divine white of the picket fence that ran along the entire sidewalk. This scene lasted no more than a few seconds, and again the voices of my brother and friend called out to me as if trying to bring me back into “reality”. Later I realized that it was Codey trying to hand me back the pipe after he just took his hit.
This is when it began to get weird. It felt as if something deep inside of me firmly resisted the call, and suddenly every party of my conscious “spread out”. I’m not quite sure how to describe this. It was almost as if my conscious was separating itself into tiny slices, and laying each one down next to another, side by side. Like a row of playing cards.
All throughout this, what can only be described as the “physical” part of my self was struggling against the drug, trying to regain motor control and fighting to sit my body back up. Then it seemed like, in mockery or pure spite of my physical sense of panic, my higher conscious or my “mental” being pushed further and drew me deep into the Salvia experience.
Now with every one of these “slices” that was presented before me, a new visual was projected into my mind. Each one was a fascinatingly picturesque alien world laid before me to explore. I quickly surveyed each one, again from the omnipresent “floating” consciousness that I described before. Then, for some reason unknown to me, this observer decided that I should return to assist my friend and brother rather than delve further into these environments.
So again, control was relinquished to my “physical” being and I began to sit up slowly. But as I did so a great feeling of fear overtook me, I encountered a wave of panic, and my friend and brother said that I mumbled something frantic about needing to get off of the trampoline. This was probably a bad idea, looking at it in hindsight. I have no idea how I managed to maneuver myself off of the edge and remain standing at first. But I soon realized that this “physical” part of me was quickly losing control again, I stumbled, feeling as if I was stepping up stairs, or avoiding large rocks with my feet (even though the ground was perfectly flat) and tripped, somehow spinning to land on my back amongst the tall grass.
Here the visuals started again. The “mental” part of me was again pushing aside the panic experienced by the Physical, and I felt deeply relaxed. At this time my memory begins to blur. I remember having a great understanding that I needed to calm myself and somehow ignore these irrational fears. Then I felt some sort of presence, a faded male presence that was standing directly above me. I looked up at him through closed eyelids, and we exchanged a glimmer of recognition for each other. At that moment I remembered that I was holding the pipe and the packet of Salvia that my friend had handed me back on the trampoline. So, once again breaking out of the experience, I calmly sat up and tucked the two items back into the pouch I was also holding, and zipped them into my coat pocket.
Eventually, I returned to the trampoline with my brother (who was running around laughing hysterically the entire time I was laying in the grass), and all three of us laid in silence.
I was definitely “down” at this point. I had some closed eye visuals, minor, but they were somewhat similar to what is experienced after smoking a large amount of marijuana. Nothing to the extent of what I just went through.
The rest of the night I felt calm, relaxed, and surprisingly fresh.
There was definitely something inside of me that was resisting the drug, but then again at the same time there was a part of me that wanted to go further, to push harder, and experience everything to the fullest degree. Now, as I sit and write this, I feel like I can identify between three distinct parts of my conscious: Physical (concerned with body functions, preservation of “life”, and safety for my body), Mental (concerned with radical exploration, discovery, and enlightenment), and the “omnipresent” Observer (the referee between the two, the ultimate controller of the experience, and the wise-minded rational part of me).
I think in order to go further with my next experience, I need to tune in more deeply to the Observer, and help remind myself that the fears I felt were neither rational, nor real. I feel with this understanding I’ll be mentally prepared to learn more and be able to explore these “landscapes” that were presented before me.
I’m fascinated, truly fascinated. A part of me is saddened that I was unable to wander through these environments and interact with them.
Hopefully I can find them once again.
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