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Bluelighter
I had no intention of posting this my first experience with salvia (and my first ever encounter with a real psychedelic) but I find myself constantly thinking over the experience, and felt that comments from other people might help me make some sense of it. I am not the sort of person who looks at drugs as a spiritual experience…in my opinion you take your chemicals, have a good time and then get over it. They might help you to think about things in a different way, but that’s about all. This is my first trip report so I hope it doesn’t suck too hard.
My experience with other drugs includes plenty of weed, some MDMA, a little meth and the odd benzo and opiate, as well as nitrous.
My mindset going into the experience was as good as I could hope for. I had been on holiday with two close friends for the past two days, and the atmosphere between us was great, due mostly to having spent the entire holiday getting nicely fucked up and congratulating one another on it. The two people I was with were peaking nicely on MDMA, and I was mostly straight aside from half a beer and a couple of joints shared on the beach earlier on. I had also had my first experience with oxycodone that afternoon, and it had left me feeling relaxed and content (although disturbingly keen for more oxy).
We got back from the beach at around 9:00pm and I immediately started preparing the experience. I assembled and filled the bong, found the salvia, and we all sat down in a very dark room together with some music on. I packed about half a cone (bowl) of salvia 5x, leaned back against a wall and punched it all in one breath. I let the smoke out slowly and waited…nothing happened. I suspect the sounds of the other people in the room and the music stopped me from breaking through, but I tried again with the same dose in the same room, again with little effect aside from some drowsiness. I stood up and took the second chamber off the front of the bong to make sure that I got all the smoke with my next attempt, and packed up about two thirds of a cone of the 5x. I then stood up and left the room with my friends in it for the main bedroom. I closed all the doors, made sure everything was quiet and dark, and tried again.
Again I punched the cone in one go, put the bong down on a bedside table beside me and let the smoke out slowly. I started to wonder if anything would happen, when I noticed a series of blue squiggly patterns on the door in front of me, reminiscent of something you might see on the side of a native American Indian tent…I squinted to get a better look and everything suddenly changed. I watched what I can only describe as a constantly expanding series of geometric shapes explode in front of me like a whole universe being formed, bright colours (mostly orange) rolling out in front of me, and as I saw more and more of what was happening, the overall shape of it changed. It went from a small plain to a huge plateau, and then I seemed to ‘zoom out’ and see that it was only a small part of something larger, most of it a mosaic of black and dark purple. I think of what happened next as the interlude…I suddenly realised that I was communicating with another presence, I could feel intense waves of heat and energy coming from beneath me, and I could sense something else above me. For some reason, this being was entertaining me with what so far was just some great eyecandy. I wasn’t really a participant in anything, just an observer. As I lay there, I felt that whatever it was was trying to convince me to close my eyes, but I was thinking ‘No way am I going to close my eyes, I don’t want to miss out on all this great stuff!’. After some time of this (probably less than a second though) I thought ‘Oh alright, I’ll close my eyes, but this better be good!’
I closed my eyes and was taken to a peaceful place where I saw patterns reminding me of massive strands of DNA floating around. I watched this all for a little while and tried to look around but wasn’t shown anything more spectacular and I remember thinking ‘Well, this is alright I guess, but you convinced me to close my eyes and I expected something really cool!’
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And then it was over. I opened my eyes, got up a little shakily from the bed, grabbed the bong and went into the other room where my friends were waiting. Aside from some residual drowsiness, the salvia seemed to have entirely worn off.
My first thought after the experience was that I definitely wanted to do it again to complete it. I feel as though this was just part one of the trip, and that salvia still has more psychedelic eyecandy to show me. Because of the feeling that the whole trip was somehow ‘provided’ for me by whatever being I felt that I was communicating with during the experience, I find myself thinking of salvia as a person, which is a bit strange.
Despite the fact that all I really experienced was some pretty things to look at, I still feel that there’s something I’m missing in the experience that would give me a feeling of completion. Maybe I’ll get this when I have the opportunity to do salvia again and hopefully complete the trip with a slightly stronger dose. A final interesting fact, all of my cravings for oxycodone vanished entirely after this. I wasn’t even tempted when I walked past a few lines racked up on a table.
This experience with salvia hasn’t changed any of my opinions on the ‘spirituality’ of drug use…I don’t think I was actually communicating with any higher powers or anything like that, but it was still a great experience. Um…the end.
My experience with other drugs includes plenty of weed, some MDMA, a little meth and the odd benzo and opiate, as well as nitrous.
My mindset going into the experience was as good as I could hope for. I had been on holiday with two close friends for the past two days, and the atmosphere between us was great, due mostly to having spent the entire holiday getting nicely fucked up and congratulating one another on it. The two people I was with were peaking nicely on MDMA, and I was mostly straight aside from half a beer and a couple of joints shared on the beach earlier on. I had also had my first experience with oxycodone that afternoon, and it had left me feeling relaxed and content (although disturbingly keen for more oxy).
We got back from the beach at around 9:00pm and I immediately started preparing the experience. I assembled and filled the bong, found the salvia, and we all sat down in a very dark room together with some music on. I packed about half a cone (bowl) of salvia 5x, leaned back against a wall and punched it all in one breath. I let the smoke out slowly and waited…nothing happened. I suspect the sounds of the other people in the room and the music stopped me from breaking through, but I tried again with the same dose in the same room, again with little effect aside from some drowsiness. I stood up and took the second chamber off the front of the bong to make sure that I got all the smoke with my next attempt, and packed up about two thirds of a cone of the 5x. I then stood up and left the room with my friends in it for the main bedroom. I closed all the doors, made sure everything was quiet and dark, and tried again.
Again I punched the cone in one go, put the bong down on a bedside table beside me and let the smoke out slowly. I started to wonder if anything would happen, when I noticed a series of blue squiggly patterns on the door in front of me, reminiscent of something you might see on the side of a native American Indian tent…I squinted to get a better look and everything suddenly changed. I watched what I can only describe as a constantly expanding series of geometric shapes explode in front of me like a whole universe being formed, bright colours (mostly orange) rolling out in front of me, and as I saw more and more of what was happening, the overall shape of it changed. It went from a small plain to a huge plateau, and then I seemed to ‘zoom out’ and see that it was only a small part of something larger, most of it a mosaic of black and dark purple. I think of what happened next as the interlude…I suddenly realised that I was communicating with another presence, I could feel intense waves of heat and energy coming from beneath me, and I could sense something else above me. For some reason, this being was entertaining me with what so far was just some great eyecandy. I wasn’t really a participant in anything, just an observer. As I lay there, I felt that whatever it was was trying to convince me to close my eyes, but I was thinking ‘No way am I going to close my eyes, I don’t want to miss out on all this great stuff!’. After some time of this (probably less than a second though) I thought ‘Oh alright, I’ll close my eyes, but this better be good!’
I closed my eyes and was taken to a peaceful place where I saw patterns reminding me of massive strands of DNA floating around. I watched this all for a little while and tried to look around but wasn’t shown anything more spectacular and I remember thinking ‘Well, this is alright I guess, but you convinced me to close my eyes and I expected something really cool!’
…
And then it was over. I opened my eyes, got up a little shakily from the bed, grabbed the bong and went into the other room where my friends were waiting. Aside from some residual drowsiness, the salvia seemed to have entirely worn off.
My first thought after the experience was that I definitely wanted to do it again to complete it. I feel as though this was just part one of the trip, and that salvia still has more psychedelic eyecandy to show me. Because of the feeling that the whole trip was somehow ‘provided’ for me by whatever being I felt that I was communicating with during the experience, I find myself thinking of salvia as a person, which is a bit strange.
Despite the fact that all I really experienced was some pretty things to look at, I still feel that there’s something I’m missing in the experience that would give me a feeling of completion. Maybe I’ll get this when I have the opportunity to do salvia again and hopefully complete the trip with a slightly stronger dose. A final interesting fact, all of my cravings for oxycodone vanished entirely after this. I wasn’t even tempted when I walked past a few lines racked up on a table.
This experience with salvia hasn’t changed any of my opinions on the ‘spirituality’ of drug use…I don’t think I was actually communicating with any higher powers or anything like that, but it was still a great experience. Um…the end.
