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Per Toucan's request I am x-posting the following from this thread:
I wrote-up the following thinking I would start a new thread on Salvia – then I found this thread thread.
Likewise with a variety of other purported plant based basins of psychedelic asset I sought Salvia. I had eagerly brushed up against its infamous ways some years ago. Unfortunately the proprietor didn’t know how to property store it and I didn’t yet know how to spot such shoddiness. Alas, the Salvia was of very low quality mostly due to improper care.
Recently I discovered there’s a new shop in town and they sell it. I hit the internet to see if a legal, allegedly hallucinogenic flower was worth the price tag. This forum was the best I viewed when searching for unsolicited and unbiased reports authored by those who blazed it. Ergo I decided it only fair to give back to the forum…
So, I’m here to post my trip-travelogue regarding a combusted, quarter teaspoon of 120mg, Salvia extract. In short form I can do this in two words – abject horror.
That being said, I did make some mistakes with the “set and setting”. Devising the perfect physical location and mindset would not have necessarily made the tortured journey any less terrifying, but maybe just a little. I’ll never know for sure because this genuine hit of Salvia is most assuredly my chosen last. I agree with the numerous cameramen who’ve posted online videos of their friends wrenching on this Salvia mess. As they all say, “I ain’t smokin’ that shit!”
Before I lay into this misadventure I’d like to speak to pedigree. I’m three decades past my teens, I know my way around a cow pie, at one time if cut I’d bleed liquid LSD and let’s just say my liver and brain are forever locked in an balmy, bloodshot staring contest. Crushingly - none of that mattered. Those decades upon decades of experience were simply and forcefully smacked away with the tender release of Salvia from my lungs.
My first mistake was sitting in an armless, wheeled chair since post-toke I loosely recall tumbling foreword prior to losing conscience. Because I was not sufficiently bound my face swiftly, albeit violently, made its introduction to the floor with a pucker-less kiss like a thrown fist. Soon after and while prone atop floorboards I awoke. From that low vantage point my new and unusual purview didn’t help at all as it only lead to disorientation amplification. In the end what little vision I had (beside not being able to breath, I could also not see clearly to the point of near blindness) swirled and bent like flipping pictures of bejeweled carousels that are comprised of plastic paper.
My second mistake was partaking alone. It was purely by chance that my wife was home, but not in the room with me. Earlier I had humorously mentioned to her a serious quip, “I’ll be in need if you hear me scream”. Well, seconds after inhalation Salvia’s tell-tail curve starts to tug you into another world. As if I were straddling a tumultuous, outer space based black-hole I sensed my arms pulling away from my torso. Those gangling extremities were being drawn toward the abject horror I mentioned earlier. In any case, scream I did…and how.
Seemingly in mocking response to my current disparity that dangerously armless and wheeled seat (now being under its own control) jettisoned itself across the room – right out from under me. That propulsion was due to the force of my now limp load of body falling forward. Apparently the initial hit of Salvia bashed me unconscious. When I became aware again it was after a moment or two had passed. Still, that short break from reality presented an ample opportunity for untethered, autonomous action; to somersault off the edge of one’s mind.
The earliest peak memory I have is of the world ending (inclusive of all Earth’s beings) and with it all I was and what I had ever known. Existence swiftly collapsed with terminal decent back into the hardback of a massive, universally wide, all-encompassing book’s spine. Its malevolent possessors cared not for the death they were bringing to us all as they unhurriedly closed the cover. A hallow and cavernous groan emanated from those ending, essence-heavy pages. I also recall hearing a distinct, jubilant chorus sung by children while I was dying, “All the kids scream”. Over and over again this chant repeated. I was wholly being snuffed out by the dark that completes the page to page closure of that fucking primordial tome’s binding.
By hugging walls and sheer force of will I somehow found my way to the other end of the house. My wife was in the commode at the time, but we were all dying so I figured I could preempt her endpoint. By my doing so it allowed for more moments to pass, which exposed Salvia’s greatest enemy – time. It was soon arranged between us (the wife, the remnant Salvia and I) that this illicit free-for-all would soon expire. Swiftly thereafter the wicked effects finally passed thorough me and I was just as done with Salvia as I am now.
So, I appreciate you taking the time to read this addition to the fine annals of Bluelight. I only hope it may bring pause to anyone who desires a dance with this unsubtle, hallucinogenic brain-bender. Again, my intent with this post is not to dissuade a Salvia try, but to edify.
In summation: try a smaller dose of Salvia at first. Burn it with a metal or wooden pipe and don’t use glass - because you will drop that pipe. Imbibe in a safe room where there is plenty of padding and a chair that can hold you, which can’t move. Lastly, if at all possible have someone you trust in the room who’ll watch over you. That individual should know what to do when someone is in the throes of a hard-jarring ride. Ask them not to panic – because Salvia may very well make you do just that during what could be the longest and most unpleasant five moments of your life.
I wrote-up the following thinking I would start a new thread on Salvia – then I found this thread thread.
Likewise with a variety of other purported plant based basins of psychedelic asset I sought Salvia. I had eagerly brushed up against its infamous ways some years ago. Unfortunately the proprietor didn’t know how to property store it and I didn’t yet know how to spot such shoddiness. Alas, the Salvia was of very low quality mostly due to improper care.
Recently I discovered there’s a new shop in town and they sell it. I hit the internet to see if a legal, allegedly hallucinogenic flower was worth the price tag. This forum was the best I viewed when searching for unsolicited and unbiased reports authored by those who blazed it. Ergo I decided it only fair to give back to the forum…
So, I’m here to post my trip-travelogue regarding a combusted, quarter teaspoon of 120mg, Salvia extract. In short form I can do this in two words – abject horror.
That being said, I did make some mistakes with the “set and setting”. Devising the perfect physical location and mindset would not have necessarily made the tortured journey any less terrifying, but maybe just a little. I’ll never know for sure because this genuine hit of Salvia is most assuredly my chosen last. I agree with the numerous cameramen who’ve posted online videos of their friends wrenching on this Salvia mess. As they all say, “I ain’t smokin’ that shit!”
Before I lay into this misadventure I’d like to speak to pedigree. I’m three decades past my teens, I know my way around a cow pie, at one time if cut I’d bleed liquid LSD and let’s just say my liver and brain are forever locked in an balmy, bloodshot staring contest. Crushingly - none of that mattered. Those decades upon decades of experience were simply and forcefully smacked away with the tender release of Salvia from my lungs.
My first mistake was sitting in an armless, wheeled chair since post-toke I loosely recall tumbling foreword prior to losing conscience. Because I was not sufficiently bound my face swiftly, albeit violently, made its introduction to the floor with a pucker-less kiss like a thrown fist. Soon after and while prone atop floorboards I awoke. From that low vantage point my new and unusual purview didn’t help at all as it only lead to disorientation amplification. In the end what little vision I had (beside not being able to breath, I could also not see clearly to the point of near blindness) swirled and bent like flipping pictures of bejeweled carousels that are comprised of plastic paper.
My second mistake was partaking alone. It was purely by chance that my wife was home, but not in the room with me. Earlier I had humorously mentioned to her a serious quip, “I’ll be in need if you hear me scream”. Well, seconds after inhalation Salvia’s tell-tail curve starts to tug you into another world. As if I were straddling a tumultuous, outer space based black-hole I sensed my arms pulling away from my torso. Those gangling extremities were being drawn toward the abject horror I mentioned earlier. In any case, scream I did…and how.
Seemingly in mocking response to my current disparity that dangerously armless and wheeled seat (now being under its own control) jettisoned itself across the room – right out from under me. That propulsion was due to the force of my now limp load of body falling forward. Apparently the initial hit of Salvia bashed me unconscious. When I became aware again it was after a moment or two had passed. Still, that short break from reality presented an ample opportunity for untethered, autonomous action; to somersault off the edge of one’s mind.
The earliest peak memory I have is of the world ending (inclusive of all Earth’s beings) and with it all I was and what I had ever known. Existence swiftly collapsed with terminal decent back into the hardback of a massive, universally wide, all-encompassing book’s spine. Its malevolent possessors cared not for the death they were bringing to us all as they unhurriedly closed the cover. A hallow and cavernous groan emanated from those ending, essence-heavy pages. I also recall hearing a distinct, jubilant chorus sung by children while I was dying, “All the kids scream”. Over and over again this chant repeated. I was wholly being snuffed out by the dark that completes the page to page closure of that fucking primordial tome’s binding.
By hugging walls and sheer force of will I somehow found my way to the other end of the house. My wife was in the commode at the time, but we were all dying so I figured I could preempt her endpoint. By my doing so it allowed for more moments to pass, which exposed Salvia’s greatest enemy – time. It was soon arranged between us (the wife, the remnant Salvia and I) that this illicit free-for-all would soon expire. Swiftly thereafter the wicked effects finally passed thorough me and I was just as done with Salvia as I am now.
So, I appreciate you taking the time to read this addition to the fine annals of Bluelight. I only hope it may bring pause to anyone who desires a dance with this unsubtle, hallucinogenic brain-bender. Again, my intent with this post is not to dissuade a Salvia try, but to edify.
In summation: try a smaller dose of Salvia at first. Burn it with a metal or wooden pipe and don’t use glass - because you will drop that pipe. Imbibe in a safe room where there is plenty of padding and a chair that can hold you, which can’t move. Lastly, if at all possible have someone you trust in the room who’ll watch over you. That individual should know what to do when someone is in the throes of a hard-jarring ride. Ask them not to panic – because Salvia may very well make you do just that during what could be the longest and most unpleasant five moments of your life.
