I got a gram of salvia 10x from a headshop not too far from my house.
My dad drove me to his cottage, and I loaded the pipe. It was a cheap $5 pipe bought for the occasion, to ensure a memorable trip. I think this had an effect on the experience, because the hole at the bottom of the small bowl was probably a bit smaller than it should've been. I did get a butane lighter though.
I decided to experiment safely and started with an extremely small bowl, perhaps 0.01 grams. Nothing happened. I then loaded the bowl with a larger amount, I don't remember how much. It made my heart beat faster, which excited me, but nothing happened. Then I decided to put a good amount, perhaps 0.1-0.2 grams into them bowl. I smoked it as quickly as I could, held it in, reloaded, and smoked again. It really burned my insides. Nothing happened.
I waited for about an hour, then I loaded a bowl, took a huge hit, and held it in. I expected nothing, so I did it while standing up in the hallway. I suddenly felt as though I was being flung into the air, then stretched repeatedly. Basically: my body stretched upward, becoming very long, then my legs caught up. I fell back down, and my body became very compressed and short, over and over. This also happened with everything around me. I heard a bouncing sound each time. I was falling through a thick sea of pale pink bubbles coming off of everything and clouding the air. During the peak 30 seconds, I couldn't see anything, just pink everywhere. Right after the peak, I saw a pink four-foot wide merry-go-round in the living room and felt like I was in a pink indoor carnival with a three-foot-high ceiling. I saw some wide pink icicles free-falling in a weird way. The house had become a strange, dreamlike gingerbread house. Coming down, but still very high, I saw my dad walk across toward the door. He looked compressed and walked very funnily, like his legs were struggling against the weight. I also saw in frames, individual pictures that were twinkling, as if my mind was using a camera to capture reality and had a bright flash on. I asked him if he wanted to go through the door of the candy house, and decided to open it for him. Though it was only a few feet away and all I had to do was walk around the table, the door seemed to be a hallway away. I walked outside as the trip wore off. Now, everything was falling downward much more smoothly, and there was a trail above my falling vision that had comic-book colours. After that, I felt drowsy but refreshed. Everything looked slick and I was happy to have experienced something so intense.
Edit: less than a minute after the peak, I saw my tiny field of vision falling through a shaft that expanded into a void which was flashing rapidly with colours. I had the impression of meeting an entity, who told me that this was a side-trip. I guess that would give it away... too bad I didn't remember earlier.
Was this a breakthrough or not? I didn't see patterns, and I didn't "travel to other universes."
I got less high on salvia months later, and my reaction was much more schizophrenic. Objects were requesting things from me, and I caught myself in the process of replying several times. The first time, I was clean of drugs, having done nothing but marijuana just a few times. The second time, I was nearly burnt out from it, and had tried a low dose of DXM and nearly killed my mind with a dramamine trip. Perhaps this was the reason? Maybe it was just a different trip because it was a different occasion. Maybe both. I also saw a laughing penguin-like figure (more like a basic shape resembling a curved trapezoid) and felt like I was being turned backward out of reality. But it was a lot less intense overall.
It's hit or miss with salvia.
My dad drove me to his cottage, and I loaded the pipe. It was a cheap $5 pipe bought for the occasion, to ensure a memorable trip. I think this had an effect on the experience, because the hole at the bottom of the small bowl was probably a bit smaller than it should've been. I did get a butane lighter though.
I decided to experiment safely and started with an extremely small bowl, perhaps 0.01 grams. Nothing happened. I then loaded the bowl with a larger amount, I don't remember how much. It made my heart beat faster, which excited me, but nothing happened. Then I decided to put a good amount, perhaps 0.1-0.2 grams into them bowl. I smoked it as quickly as I could, held it in, reloaded, and smoked again. It really burned my insides. Nothing happened.
I waited for about an hour, then I loaded a bowl, took a huge hit, and held it in. I expected nothing, so I did it while standing up in the hallway. I suddenly felt as though I was being flung into the air, then stretched repeatedly. Basically: my body stretched upward, becoming very long, then my legs caught up. I fell back down, and my body became very compressed and short, over and over. This also happened with everything around me. I heard a bouncing sound each time. I was falling through a thick sea of pale pink bubbles coming off of everything and clouding the air. During the peak 30 seconds, I couldn't see anything, just pink everywhere. Right after the peak, I saw a pink four-foot wide merry-go-round in the living room and felt like I was in a pink indoor carnival with a three-foot-high ceiling. I saw some wide pink icicles free-falling in a weird way. The house had become a strange, dreamlike gingerbread house. Coming down, but still very high, I saw my dad walk across toward the door. He looked compressed and walked very funnily, like his legs were struggling against the weight. I also saw in frames, individual pictures that were twinkling, as if my mind was using a camera to capture reality and had a bright flash on. I asked him if he wanted to go through the door of the candy house, and decided to open it for him. Though it was only a few feet away and all I had to do was walk around the table, the door seemed to be a hallway away. I walked outside as the trip wore off. Now, everything was falling downward much more smoothly, and there was a trail above my falling vision that had comic-book colours. After that, I felt drowsy but refreshed. Everything looked slick and I was happy to have experienced something so intense.
Edit: less than a minute after the peak, I saw my tiny field of vision falling through a shaft that expanded into a void which was flashing rapidly with colours. I had the impression of meeting an entity, who told me that this was a side-trip. I guess that would give it away... too bad I didn't remember earlier.
Was this a breakthrough or not? I didn't see patterns, and I didn't "travel to other universes."
I got less high on salvia months later, and my reaction was much more schizophrenic. Objects were requesting things from me, and I caught myself in the process of replying several times. The first time, I was clean of drugs, having done nothing but marijuana just a few times. The second time, I was nearly burnt out from it, and had tried a low dose of DXM and nearly killed my mind with a dramamine trip. Perhaps this was the reason? Maybe it was just a different trip because it was a different occasion. Maybe both. I also saw a laughing penguin-like figure (more like a basic shape resembling a curved trapezoid) and felt like I was being turned backward out of reality. But it was a lot less intense overall.
It's hit or miss with salvia.
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