I have tried salvia before, six times with a very close friend hwo is also interested in the otherworldly and shamanistic nature of the drug. Both of us having been good friends in the psychonautic adventures over the years, we decided to make an at-home extract.
Wow.
We got done with it and decided since we had a small(ish) amount and didn't want someone unprepared for such things to get into it, we made a very insignificnt and very potent amount. Honestly, it's not something I suggest.
We pack a small bowl (imagine how big you'd back a bowl of bud when smoking a tar or something) and he lights first. Being careful, he only let the lighter touch the very edge of the bowl and still managed to get a bongful of smoke. He downed it and after about fifteen seconds he started to look worried.
Then he let go of his breath. He looked at me in a very surprised manner and said, quite plainly, "I think I forgot how to exhale for a sec there." I just looked at him for a time, and realized that I had to hit this, too.
So I do, but as I had chewed a quid the day previous I fugred the assault wouldn't be so bad, So I take a moderate hit. Not a power blast but a decent toke.
I hold it in for a good twenty seconds and my entire body starts to feel almost pressured in, like I am imploding. So I hold the breath a while longer and by the time I let it out, my buddy's face had become elongated and then the walls seemed to merge into everything. That is to say I was sitting in the middle of everything.
We had a good six or seven candles burning. Also something I don't recommend, because I got desires to play with fire. I ignored them, but I'm sure it would have felt great until I got burned.
The eerie glow in the room seemed to represent the energy that gflowed through everything and I played with shadows on the wall. Feeling as if I was manipulating this energy, I realized that in all truth I was. I was a living being, with an energy in me, and I was using this energy for that living.
So for a minute I explored that feeling and that realization, then I looked to find my buddy. In a 20x30' room, he looked to be downhill from me, then uphill. Then he looked distant. I didn't know and didn't really like the indecisiveness of my visuals, so I closed my eyes.
This is the point at which I closed my eyes and actually realized what was going on. I saw an entire world, as in a planet revolving in front of me. It seemed like I now had my eyes open, and I walked to touch it. I twirled my finger in a cliudy mass over teh sea and created a twistring effect. Watching this effect, it created a hurricane that devestated a small island. I tried to fix the damage I had done, but realized I could only harm. So I left the place and opened my eyes.
The candle's glow had changed to some degree, and it almost seemed greenish or a dark yellow and tan. My cabin's log walls deformed for awhile and then I closed my eyes again, right after saying "Give me a sec, man, I think I feel it."
The next scene was a dark, circular room. I was standing in the center surrounded by many people. A man at a raised podium to my left swung a gavel, apparently to bring order to this court. I saw the judge was myself, and I got on my knees. What surprises me is that it felt like I had control over and was part of this radically unreal thing that was so real I could hold it.
The judge (me) swung the gavel one last time, and a wave of energy (much like that that was produced by the candles) surged from the gavel's tip through the room, making everybody come to attention in little waves at a time. My first thought went along the lines of "He is manipulating this energy because he has been given the ability to." I then felt a heavy weight on my arms and mind, and I realized I had judged myself guilty.
So I opened my eyes, and much like a bad dream it took me a few seconds to realize none of it was true and there was no worry.
The rest of this is lost upon me, and right now I still feel very odd when I shift my vision.
I don't know why I saw these things and feel truly humbled by the drug, but I know I can withstand it and we have a good five experiences left in the bowl alone, two of which I believe we are enjoying shortly after corned beef for dinner. Which is most likely supper as well.
All in all it was a wonderful experience. I can't imagine how that would be bad at all, but then again I did go through a complete destruction of reality.
I guess I was either too immersed in trying to learn from it or too buried in the trip itself to notice that this was horrendous.
But to say the least it has become a favorite of mine as of now.
--mic
Wow.
We got done with it and decided since we had a small(ish) amount and didn't want someone unprepared for such things to get into it, we made a very insignificnt and very potent amount. Honestly, it's not something I suggest.
We pack a small bowl (imagine how big you'd back a bowl of bud when smoking a tar or something) and he lights first. Being careful, he only let the lighter touch the very edge of the bowl and still managed to get a bongful of smoke. He downed it and after about fifteen seconds he started to look worried.
Then he let go of his breath. He looked at me in a very surprised manner and said, quite plainly, "I think I forgot how to exhale for a sec there." I just looked at him for a time, and realized that I had to hit this, too.
So I do, but as I had chewed a quid the day previous I fugred the assault wouldn't be so bad, So I take a moderate hit. Not a power blast but a decent toke.
I hold it in for a good twenty seconds and my entire body starts to feel almost pressured in, like I am imploding. So I hold the breath a while longer and by the time I let it out, my buddy's face had become elongated and then the walls seemed to merge into everything. That is to say I was sitting in the middle of everything.
We had a good six or seven candles burning. Also something I don't recommend, because I got desires to play with fire. I ignored them, but I'm sure it would have felt great until I got burned.
The eerie glow in the room seemed to represent the energy that gflowed through everything and I played with shadows on the wall. Feeling as if I was manipulating this energy, I realized that in all truth I was. I was a living being, with an energy in me, and I was using this energy for that living.
So for a minute I explored that feeling and that realization, then I looked to find my buddy. In a 20x30' room, he looked to be downhill from me, then uphill. Then he looked distant. I didn't know and didn't really like the indecisiveness of my visuals, so I closed my eyes.
This is the point at which I closed my eyes and actually realized what was going on. I saw an entire world, as in a planet revolving in front of me. It seemed like I now had my eyes open, and I walked to touch it. I twirled my finger in a cliudy mass over teh sea and created a twistring effect. Watching this effect, it created a hurricane that devestated a small island. I tried to fix the damage I had done, but realized I could only harm. So I left the place and opened my eyes.
The candle's glow had changed to some degree, and it almost seemed greenish or a dark yellow and tan. My cabin's log walls deformed for awhile and then I closed my eyes again, right after saying "Give me a sec, man, I think I feel it."
The next scene was a dark, circular room. I was standing in the center surrounded by many people. A man at a raised podium to my left swung a gavel, apparently to bring order to this court. I saw the judge was myself, and I got on my knees. What surprises me is that it felt like I had control over and was part of this radically unreal thing that was so real I could hold it.
The judge (me) swung the gavel one last time, and a wave of energy (much like that that was produced by the candles) surged from the gavel's tip through the room, making everybody come to attention in little waves at a time. My first thought went along the lines of "He is manipulating this energy because he has been given the ability to." I then felt a heavy weight on my arms and mind, and I realized I had judged myself guilty.
So I opened my eyes, and much like a bad dream it took me a few seconds to realize none of it was true and there was no worry.
The rest of this is lost upon me, and right now I still feel very odd when I shift my vision.
I don't know why I saw these things and feel truly humbled by the drug, but I know I can withstand it and we have a good five experiences left in the bowl alone, two of which I believe we are enjoying shortly after corned beef for dinner. Which is most likely supper as well.
All in all it was a wonderful experience. I can't imagine how that would be bad at all, but then again I did go through a complete destruction of reality.
I guess I was either too immersed in trying to learn from it or too buried in the trip itself to notice that this was horrendous.
But to say the least it has become a favorite of mine as of now.
--mic
