A while ago I acquired a gram of Salvia 5x extract -- a vendor sent it to me for free when I purchased some other plants from them. I'd been waiting to try it until I was living in an emotionally congenial place and had some mental free time, which recently has become the case. (Also, salvia will soon become illegal where I live and I wanted to decide whether it was worth obtaining more before then.)
I've made three attempts at smoking salvia. For all three, I used somewhat under 100mg of extract, smoked from a gravity bong made from a 1L bottle and 2L bottle. (I don't smoke anything else, and didn't have any premade equipment.)
On the first occasion, I sat on the floor, lit the salvia and took two or three hits. I didn't hold any of them in for very long. At this point, there's a bit of a discontinuity in my memory. I became aware that my back and neck hurt from sitting in an uncomfortable position. At first, I thought that nothing had happened, but as I looked into the two-liter bottle of water I realized that it looked more interesting than it should. I tried to stand up and discovered that I could not do so; instead, I managed to hoist myself onto my bed, where I flopped down heavily. The objects I saw while doing this looked normal, but I got the feeling they had just been something else. While lying down, I felt subject to rippling as though I were floating in water.
Throughout this time, I noticed something that would recur throughout these experiences: it would happen that a series of words in my internal monologue would start repeating over and over, until the meaning was lost and only the sound remained. On this first occasion, that happened with the phrase "Moving is difficult," among others that I can't remember. It was clear that something had happened, but the event had no particular content.
The day after, I decided to try again. This time I think I inhaled more, owing to better smoking technique. I clearly felt the salvia hit me -- it's a sensation I can't describe or even really remember, but it's very distinctive and I recognized it the third time. I sat in an armchair and closed my eyes. What happened next was similar to a dream in that I couldn't remember most of it afterwards, and what I could remember made no sense. There was no strong visual component to the trip, and although I heard voices, I felt as though I hadn't really heard them; they were much like the voices I used to regularly hear while in the process of going to sleep. The idea seemed to be that I was violating some rule in doing something that I was doing -- trying to move, I think -- and a woman was telling me this. This didn't cause me any fear or guilt, as she didn't seem to blame me. I felt similar body-motion sensations -- it was as though there was pressure pulling my legs apart. As I gradually regained awareness of my surroundings, it seemed to me that my room looked different, and it could be in some other country. I had definitely had a sensation of being somewhere far removed during the trip, and wherever I was had a flavor of Britishness somehow.
The following day, I tried a third time. I inhaled a good deal of smoke and as I felt the salvia take hold of my brain, I somehow had the presence of mind to turn out the light and move the bong out of the way before falling onto the large pillow I'd placed for myself. This time the change in my mind was even more dramatic. I had an impression of a spiral staircase leading into the sky, which I ascended, although I also identified myself with the bottom step. Then I was in a place where there were many letters, which I couldn't see in the usual way, but I had the idea of it. A dictator there wanted to use some of them to spell the phrase "Any represent you ing the 23rdarch" (which was looping through my mind at that time) and he wanted me to be the letter "R." But I wasn't the letter R. That he thought I could be the letter R was hilarious! I laughed far harder than I ever would in normal circumstances. After this, there was a fair amount of chatter in my mind, but I don't remember the majority of it. I opened my eyes at one point, and a poster on my wall, which is a cityscape of Paris, was revealed to have hidden letters in it. I also realized that what I'd laughed at before was not funny, and this was itself quite funny. As I came out of the experience, I passed through various states that I believed to be sobriety/lucidity but then realized were not -- it was like DXM in that way.
I can certainly see why people say that salvia is a powerful substance -- it removed me from reality into something completely different. I didn't experience the fear or anxiety that many report, nor was there any particular profundity in it. The overall sense so far is one of absurdity, like the plot of a movie that isn't of a terribly serious sort. I don't find it all that compelling as yet but I may try again in the future. I'm considering obtaining some leaves and chewing them in a quid, as I think the slower onset and longer duration might result in an experience that's easier to process.
I've made three attempts at smoking salvia. For all three, I used somewhat under 100mg of extract, smoked from a gravity bong made from a 1L bottle and 2L bottle. (I don't smoke anything else, and didn't have any premade equipment.)
On the first occasion, I sat on the floor, lit the salvia and took two or three hits. I didn't hold any of them in for very long. At this point, there's a bit of a discontinuity in my memory. I became aware that my back and neck hurt from sitting in an uncomfortable position. At first, I thought that nothing had happened, but as I looked into the two-liter bottle of water I realized that it looked more interesting than it should. I tried to stand up and discovered that I could not do so; instead, I managed to hoist myself onto my bed, where I flopped down heavily. The objects I saw while doing this looked normal, but I got the feeling they had just been something else. While lying down, I felt subject to rippling as though I were floating in water.
Throughout this time, I noticed something that would recur throughout these experiences: it would happen that a series of words in my internal monologue would start repeating over and over, until the meaning was lost and only the sound remained. On this first occasion, that happened with the phrase "Moving is difficult," among others that I can't remember. It was clear that something had happened, but the event had no particular content.
The day after, I decided to try again. This time I think I inhaled more, owing to better smoking technique. I clearly felt the salvia hit me -- it's a sensation I can't describe or even really remember, but it's very distinctive and I recognized it the third time. I sat in an armchair and closed my eyes. What happened next was similar to a dream in that I couldn't remember most of it afterwards, and what I could remember made no sense. There was no strong visual component to the trip, and although I heard voices, I felt as though I hadn't really heard them; they were much like the voices I used to regularly hear while in the process of going to sleep. The idea seemed to be that I was violating some rule in doing something that I was doing -- trying to move, I think -- and a woman was telling me this. This didn't cause me any fear or guilt, as she didn't seem to blame me. I felt similar body-motion sensations -- it was as though there was pressure pulling my legs apart. As I gradually regained awareness of my surroundings, it seemed to me that my room looked different, and it could be in some other country. I had definitely had a sensation of being somewhere far removed during the trip, and wherever I was had a flavor of Britishness somehow.
The following day, I tried a third time. I inhaled a good deal of smoke and as I felt the salvia take hold of my brain, I somehow had the presence of mind to turn out the light and move the bong out of the way before falling onto the large pillow I'd placed for myself. This time the change in my mind was even more dramatic. I had an impression of a spiral staircase leading into the sky, which I ascended, although I also identified myself with the bottom step. Then I was in a place where there were many letters, which I couldn't see in the usual way, but I had the idea of it. A dictator there wanted to use some of them to spell the phrase "Any represent you ing the 23rdarch" (which was looping through my mind at that time) and he wanted me to be the letter "R." But I wasn't the letter R. That he thought I could be the letter R was hilarious! I laughed far harder than I ever would in normal circumstances. After this, there was a fair amount of chatter in my mind, but I don't remember the majority of it. I opened my eyes at one point, and a poster on my wall, which is a cityscape of Paris, was revealed to have hidden letters in it. I also realized that what I'd laughed at before was not funny, and this was itself quite funny. As I came out of the experience, I passed through various states that I believed to be sobriety/lucidity but then realized were not -- it was like DXM in that way.
I can certainly see why people say that salvia is a powerful substance -- it removed me from reality into something completely different. I didn't experience the fear or anxiety that many report, nor was there any particular profundity in it. The overall sense so far is one of absurdity, like the plot of a movie that isn't of a terribly serious sort. I don't find it all that compelling as yet but I may try again in the future. I'm considering obtaining some leaves and chewing them in a quid, as I think the slower onset and longer duration might result in an experience that's easier to process.
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