Clockwork Soldier
Greenlighter
This is my first trip report as I really wanted to share my experience with salvia, it was one of the weirdest I've ever had. Hopefully this report will be considered coherent although it's based off of notes made immediately after the trip, it makes sense to me but then I was there. Anyway here it is:
Preparation:
When I first mentioned to my mates about the possibility of trying salvia we all acted like it was a bit of a joke, however we got our shit together before the actual time and approached it with seriousness and respect. I knew from experience that you don?€™t take any psychedelics lightly and my friend ?€œH?€ had recently had a really bad trip on shrooms so we were both very careful in our approach. Turns out that we weren?€™t that prepared however, we found out later that the ideal starting dose is about 25mg of 5x ramped up until you hit the threshold at around 250mg. Instead we each dived right into it; we each took a third of a gram of 60x right off the bat. Anyone with experience with salvia at any extract will tell you that this is going to take you to a universe you haven?€™t yet visited or possibly even imagined. Well, it did.
Experimentation:
My mate ?€œA?€ went first; ?€œH?€ and I watched him with a mixture of awe and anxiousness. As cold as it sounds we were using him as a test subject, in fairness to the guy he was brave as they come, a real pioneer. He went blank almost immediately, he responded faintly for about half a minute then he was gone. Stupidly we hadn?€™t seated him on the sofa and instead he was sitting on the soft carpet, after about a minute he fell to the floor in slow motion with each of us supporting him so he didn?€™t hurt himself. He would later tell us that this to him felt like he was falling from a great height towards the Earth and he claims that it took several hours. Not wanting to infringe upon his trip we simply tried to check that he wasn?€™t freaking out every minute or so. At one point he started quietly muttering ?€œOh God?€??€ repeatedly under his breath which freaked us both out a bit, when we asked him about it later he said that the crust of the Earth was peeling off at the poles and everything was floating into space. Despite all this he maintains that he was never distressed. 5 minutes in we moved him onto the sofa and he curled up into himself, I pulled a blanket across him which he seemed to appreciate profoundly. After about 10 minutes it was obvious that his trip was ending but he still wasn?€™t responding, after about 15 minutes we tried to bring him back a bit just to check that he was okay. He would tell me later that while we were debating trying to bring him back to our reality he was trying to find a way to get us to leave him alone, he was loving it.
Tripping:
?€œH?€ asked me if I wanted to go next and I took him up on the offer, he was more experienced in these matters and seeing how fucked ?€œA?€ was even in just the aftermath I wanted ?€œH?€ to be sober while I was going up. As much as I was looking forward to this new experience there was a large part of me that was scared and wary. My main worry was that the negative vibe this trepidation was creating would influence my trip and I?€™d end up having a really rough time, I knew how bad it could get when it goes bad with salvia. I set up some music to play quietly in the background, Junkyard Priest by Earth; it?€™s a slow trance song which I find really calming to me personally. Each of us was using the water pipe with two draws each, holding the second for as long as possible, ideally 20 or 30 seconds. I sat down on the sofa with ?€œH?€ next to me, ?€œA?€ was lying curled up on another chair under a blanket with his eyes closed, quietly mumbling to himself. Both ?€œH?€ and ?€œA?€ complained of the taste, ?€œH?€ actually seriously fucked up his second draw because of it, perhaps it?€™s because I went up so quickly but I didn?€™t notice it at all. I took to first draw slowly, holding for around 10 seconds and then releasing slowly. When I looked around the room was the same although the colours had gotten warmer, I no longer felt any fear or anxiety. ?€œH?€ motioned for me to take the second draw. At this point I could no longer feel my own lungs and the draw felt like a golden balloon slowly inflating inside of me. I held it for what could have been any length of time until ?€œH?€ gave me the okay to release. The high was immediate, the individual layers of the objects in my vision began to extend into lines and spiral away from me into blackness. The last thing I can remember in our reality was ?€œH?€ trying to console me about something to which I replied ?€œDon?€™t worry man it?€™s okay, I just have to go now?€, I?€™m still not sure if I actually said that or if I just thought it. I ceased to exist as a human being, my point of consciousness hung in blackness for an eternity until suddenly I was a shape. I was a simple purple geometric pattern in a small violet room with an aperture in one wall. The trip took me through the door into a new level where the floor was constantly beating to the sound of the trance music which I could hear echoing through the walls from some unknown place. I could no longer conceive of a universe outside of my own and as far as I can tell these were all closed eye visuals. There was another shape in this room, it was large and white and green and jumping with the floor. I suddenly realised that this entire trip was symmetrical and everything I could see was replicated outside of my cone of perception along a straight line. The trip then took me into the next room which was a cavernous hall filled with red shapes coming out of the walls like stalactites. I then realised that all these rooms and shapes were merely the alternating patterns of myself, the original shape, and that this whole trip was a gigantic fractal structure like crystal. With horror it occurred to me that I would be trapped in these halls forever, the starting point of an eternal pattern that stretches through endless doors. Being far too far gone to realise I was tripping this fate seemed all too real and terrible, but I resolved my fears with the simple thought ?€œWhat will be will be?€. I simply went with the flow. The trip sped up hurtling me into room after room of spiralling triangles and kaleidoscopic colours. The geometry wasn?€™t 3-dimensional; although I can?€™t describe it I was sliding between 4 dimensions. The trip was moving faster and faster at an exponential rate, then at the moment where everything reached its peak my mind flatlined. Reality collapsed first into 3, then 2, and finally a single dimension. I swam around in this inky blackness which I vaguely remembered from before my whole life as a fractal structure. Slowly but surely our reality began to seep in around the edges, I regained my sense of self and eventually remembered vaguely what I was. When I finally pried my eyes open I could see ?€œH?€ just taking his second drag, he began coughing and retching violently and then I retreated into my mind again.
Aftermath:
I was back in my mind again but was revelling in the post-trip bliss. ?€œH?€ had started some music playing in the background which was forming pulsating multi-colour pyramid structures like soundwaves under my eyelids. But then ?€œH?€ started freaking and spasming on the floor which fractured my visuals. I opened my eyes and saw a picture of two trees on the television screen, when I focused on them the branches suddenly tangled with one another like tentacles. I pulled myself upright and slogged up the stairs to a bed where I curled up under some covers. I have never felt so content in my life. There was music playing here as well although I may have been imagining it, downstairs ?€œH?€ was shouting on the floor but I was far too removed from everything to properly notice. I just lay in the bed for what could have been hours until I felt normal enough to interact with our reality. Later ?€œH?€ came up to pull me downstairs. We held a surreal conference where we attempted to convey as much of our trips as we could to one another although at this point it was so late that we all fell asleep on the sofa and chairs. Two notable things I later recognised about my salvia trip were that it shifted my centre of balance about a foot to my left which caused me to roll into whatever I was lying on. Secondly it drastically affected my sense of time more than anything else I?€™ve ever experienced; my whole trip lasted for a lifetime perhaps 100 years or more. I went to level 5 bordering on level 6, in the future I intend to do smaller doses so that I can experience open eye visuals as well.
Conclusion:
Respect salvia, before you consider trying it you need to respect it for what it is: An extremely potent psychedelic drug which will take you to another universe entirely. Don?€™t shrug at it simply because we?€™ve been lucky enough for it to remain legal for this long. Don?€™t treat it as a substitute for weed or anything else for that matter. As far as trying to ensure you have a good trip, there really is no such thing as a good or a bad trip with salvia. It all comes down to how much resistance your mind throws up against it, I recommend you just try and go with the flow. Above all else I would seriously recommend that people do try salvia if they never have, it?€™s an experience which it would be a shame to miss. As I say this is my first trip report so feedback is welcomed, if anyone else wants to discuss their experiences on salvia I'd be happy to hear it. Thanks
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Preparation:
When I first mentioned to my mates about the possibility of trying salvia we all acted like it was a bit of a joke, however we got our shit together before the actual time and approached it with seriousness and respect. I knew from experience that you don?€™t take any psychedelics lightly and my friend ?€œH?€ had recently had a really bad trip on shrooms so we were both very careful in our approach. Turns out that we weren?€™t that prepared however, we found out later that the ideal starting dose is about 25mg of 5x ramped up until you hit the threshold at around 250mg. Instead we each dived right into it; we each took a third of a gram of 60x right off the bat. Anyone with experience with salvia at any extract will tell you that this is going to take you to a universe you haven?€™t yet visited or possibly even imagined. Well, it did.
Experimentation:
My mate ?€œA?€ went first; ?€œH?€ and I watched him with a mixture of awe and anxiousness. As cold as it sounds we were using him as a test subject, in fairness to the guy he was brave as they come, a real pioneer. He went blank almost immediately, he responded faintly for about half a minute then he was gone. Stupidly we hadn?€™t seated him on the sofa and instead he was sitting on the soft carpet, after about a minute he fell to the floor in slow motion with each of us supporting him so he didn?€™t hurt himself. He would later tell us that this to him felt like he was falling from a great height towards the Earth and he claims that it took several hours. Not wanting to infringe upon his trip we simply tried to check that he wasn?€™t freaking out every minute or so. At one point he started quietly muttering ?€œOh God?€??€ repeatedly under his breath which freaked us both out a bit, when we asked him about it later he said that the crust of the Earth was peeling off at the poles and everything was floating into space. Despite all this he maintains that he was never distressed. 5 minutes in we moved him onto the sofa and he curled up into himself, I pulled a blanket across him which he seemed to appreciate profoundly. After about 10 minutes it was obvious that his trip was ending but he still wasn?€™t responding, after about 15 minutes we tried to bring him back a bit just to check that he was okay. He would tell me later that while we were debating trying to bring him back to our reality he was trying to find a way to get us to leave him alone, he was loving it.
Tripping:
?€œH?€ asked me if I wanted to go next and I took him up on the offer, he was more experienced in these matters and seeing how fucked ?€œA?€ was even in just the aftermath I wanted ?€œH?€ to be sober while I was going up. As much as I was looking forward to this new experience there was a large part of me that was scared and wary. My main worry was that the negative vibe this trepidation was creating would influence my trip and I?€™d end up having a really rough time, I knew how bad it could get when it goes bad with salvia. I set up some music to play quietly in the background, Junkyard Priest by Earth; it?€™s a slow trance song which I find really calming to me personally. Each of us was using the water pipe with two draws each, holding the second for as long as possible, ideally 20 or 30 seconds. I sat down on the sofa with ?€œH?€ next to me, ?€œA?€ was lying curled up on another chair under a blanket with his eyes closed, quietly mumbling to himself. Both ?€œH?€ and ?€œA?€ complained of the taste, ?€œH?€ actually seriously fucked up his second draw because of it, perhaps it?€™s because I went up so quickly but I didn?€™t notice it at all. I took to first draw slowly, holding for around 10 seconds and then releasing slowly. When I looked around the room was the same although the colours had gotten warmer, I no longer felt any fear or anxiety. ?€œH?€ motioned for me to take the second draw. At this point I could no longer feel my own lungs and the draw felt like a golden balloon slowly inflating inside of me. I held it for what could have been any length of time until ?€œH?€ gave me the okay to release. The high was immediate, the individual layers of the objects in my vision began to extend into lines and spiral away from me into blackness. The last thing I can remember in our reality was ?€œH?€ trying to console me about something to which I replied ?€œDon?€™t worry man it?€™s okay, I just have to go now?€, I?€™m still not sure if I actually said that or if I just thought it. I ceased to exist as a human being, my point of consciousness hung in blackness for an eternity until suddenly I was a shape. I was a simple purple geometric pattern in a small violet room with an aperture in one wall. The trip took me through the door into a new level where the floor was constantly beating to the sound of the trance music which I could hear echoing through the walls from some unknown place. I could no longer conceive of a universe outside of my own and as far as I can tell these were all closed eye visuals. There was another shape in this room, it was large and white and green and jumping with the floor. I suddenly realised that this entire trip was symmetrical and everything I could see was replicated outside of my cone of perception along a straight line. The trip then took me into the next room which was a cavernous hall filled with red shapes coming out of the walls like stalactites. I then realised that all these rooms and shapes were merely the alternating patterns of myself, the original shape, and that this whole trip was a gigantic fractal structure like crystal. With horror it occurred to me that I would be trapped in these halls forever, the starting point of an eternal pattern that stretches through endless doors. Being far too far gone to realise I was tripping this fate seemed all too real and terrible, but I resolved my fears with the simple thought ?€œWhat will be will be?€. I simply went with the flow. The trip sped up hurtling me into room after room of spiralling triangles and kaleidoscopic colours. The geometry wasn?€™t 3-dimensional; although I can?€™t describe it I was sliding between 4 dimensions. The trip was moving faster and faster at an exponential rate, then at the moment where everything reached its peak my mind flatlined. Reality collapsed first into 3, then 2, and finally a single dimension. I swam around in this inky blackness which I vaguely remembered from before my whole life as a fractal structure. Slowly but surely our reality began to seep in around the edges, I regained my sense of self and eventually remembered vaguely what I was. When I finally pried my eyes open I could see ?€œH?€ just taking his second drag, he began coughing and retching violently and then I retreated into my mind again.
Aftermath:
I was back in my mind again but was revelling in the post-trip bliss. ?€œH?€ had started some music playing in the background which was forming pulsating multi-colour pyramid structures like soundwaves under my eyelids. But then ?€œH?€ started freaking and spasming on the floor which fractured my visuals. I opened my eyes and saw a picture of two trees on the television screen, when I focused on them the branches suddenly tangled with one another like tentacles. I pulled myself upright and slogged up the stairs to a bed where I curled up under some covers. I have never felt so content in my life. There was music playing here as well although I may have been imagining it, downstairs ?€œH?€ was shouting on the floor but I was far too removed from everything to properly notice. I just lay in the bed for what could have been hours until I felt normal enough to interact with our reality. Later ?€œH?€ came up to pull me downstairs. We held a surreal conference where we attempted to convey as much of our trips as we could to one another although at this point it was so late that we all fell asleep on the sofa and chairs. Two notable things I later recognised about my salvia trip were that it shifted my centre of balance about a foot to my left which caused me to roll into whatever I was lying on. Secondly it drastically affected my sense of time more than anything else I?€™ve ever experienced; my whole trip lasted for a lifetime perhaps 100 years or more. I went to level 5 bordering on level 6, in the future I intend to do smaller doses so that I can experience open eye visuals as well.
Conclusion:
Respect salvia, before you consider trying it you need to respect it for what it is: An extremely potent psychedelic drug which will take you to another universe entirely. Don?€™t shrug at it simply because we?€™ve been lucky enough for it to remain legal for this long. Don?€™t treat it as a substitute for weed or anything else for that matter. As far as trying to ensure you have a good trip, there really is no such thing as a good or a bad trip with salvia. It all comes down to how much resistance your mind throws up against it, I recommend you just try and go with the flow. Above all else I would seriously recommend that people do try salvia if they never have, it?€™s an experience which it would be a shame to miss. As I say this is my first trip report so feedback is welcomed, if anyone else wants to discuss their experiences on salvia I'd be happy to hear it. Thanks
Tagged by White Rose
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), and getting through the transition, only to realize that the only thing that has really changed is physical sense, and thusly, sense of _time_. What would a bunch of chemical programs made up of meat, fish-fat and water know about Ea anyway? Only what we can see with the allegorical flashlight, and feel with our complex, unwieldy, utterly perishable (though fun for awhile) bodily systems...