My first experience with an psychedelic drug was born from the strange plant Salvia Divionorum, some years ago now, when i was a teenager. I, like many other teenagers liked to smoke weed. A lot. I was a stoner, loved the feeling, the mindset and not worrying too much about life in general. This of course made me interested in other drugs, and in a search to find something new, i stumbled on the numerous videos of people smoking salvia. It looked fun, most of them where laughing, some where rolling around, doing all sorts of weird shit. And, it was legal. So i made a first online drug purchase, in a line of many to come over the years, and sure enough a letter showed up in my mailbox containing two grams of 20x Salvia D. I was a little anxious about trying it, and lets just say is was blown away by the effects. Not because they were that strong or revealing, but it was so different from what i had felt like before. "How can a plant make your brain interpret reality like that?" i asked my self so many times. And this led to a curiosity of what psychedelics and drugs in general could offer me.
Fast forward four years. My experience in drugs has certainly broadend, having tried 50+ drugs, dealing, addiction problems with cocaine etc. But my favorite drug since i tried it has always been ketamine. I love dissociatives, how they make you escape reality, the magical journeys, the buzzing coming up feeling when the IM shot kicks in. I had tried 4-MeO-PCP earlier, i didn't really impress me, but i had more faith in 3-MeO-PCP, and so i bought it, received it and vialed it up.
The trip:
My friends and i was at the appartment where i live, ready to get fucked up. Alcohol was first on the meny, and after a couple of them, i decided now would be a good time for the 3-MeO-PCP to make an entry into my brain. I did 12 mgs IM and it gave me a lovely, clear euphoria. I continued redosing until i had used perhaps 30-40 mg, redosing in 5 mg then another 5 mg then 10 and so on. After i had used up all of it, i was a little sad, since i didn't want to take any of the other drugs that where there, and the party was still going strong. I was having a great time though, wandering around, speaking to all of my friends who were there, and suddenly i had an urge to smoke salvia. I got a 5 gram baggie as a gift some time ago, smoked a couple of hits then put it away. I took a pinch, placed it in the bowl, smoked it and laid down on an air matress. I closed my eyes.
The bodyload crept into my legs, ran up them like a gentle massaging ripple of water. The CEVs formed into a spine looking S, with a brown earth-like texture. I laid there in a trance, hearing my friends talk, not understanding a word, but feeling the good mood. My thoughts silenced, and i was at a peace i have rarely felt before, if ever. All that exsisted was the machinery, me locked into this compassionate, snake-like chain. The visuals softened and i snapped out of it an second. I was blown away. I have always known, since i first tried salvia, that there was something deep to it, but this was unlike anything i had ever gotten from it. I was so refreshened by the trip, so relieved of everything. I was shaking mildly, not fully comprehending what just happened. This gave a boost, i sat there talking intimately about experience. Some of them smoked it, we hugged and bonded over it.
Not long after that i started talking to a friend who was in another room when we tripped, and my great experience made him want some. We went to the room where i had smoked it earlier, it told him how to smoke it, he laid down and he too, had a great trip. His trip was that of a great laughing fit, while he was "divided between black and white squares, laughing non-stop". Although he laughed a little while he tripped, he mostly laid there with a great, smile, disbelief in his eyes. He regained some motor control, and i filled up the pipe, smoked it, laid down, closed my eyes.... and disappered into a new, shattering perception.
This one was much stronger. I don't know how to describe what i saw, but it was is if a pyramid, with moving contures started coming to towards me. Also, there was a strong, alien voice. Even though it was in a language unknown to me, i understood it perfectly. It was a beckoning, warning voice saying: " It's coming!"
over and over again, into eternity. I had a feeling of contact with something else, something powerful and intelligent. As the pyramid moved "into me", it's image was turned into that of a shaft like tunnel, moving me through it, with a noise that sounded like clicking metal for each movement i took down it. I saw blurring light at the end of it, and woke up to reality again.
I could not believe the power of what i just witnessed, and the only thing i have tried before that matches the intensity of it is when i smoked 5-MeO-DMT. I was so humbled, like a child, and wondered what the meaning of the message ment. I was also filled with an intense empathy and almost guidance, that i still feel, as i write this. I'll comment a little more on that later on.
At some point later, one of my roommates returned home from work, joining the party. He has been one of my best friends for a couple of years now, and he has always been the one to join me in trying new drugs, drugs that most of my other friends won't touch, the hard ones, opiates, speed, benzos etc. But 3 months ago said to himself: I'm done. He never really had a problem with them concerning addiction or trouble with law enforcement, but he decided to stop, being content with what he had experienced and moving on with a new job he loves, and other more benificial passtimes. I envy his willpower.
Anyway, i asked if i could loan his bed for a third, and final bowl of salvia this night. the other beds were occupied by people who had fallen asleep, as it was getting pretty early in the morning. He says: "Sure, why not." He really despises salvia, due to a bad experience he had, smoking it while awake on the third day, high on amphetamines.
Him, me and the two people who were with me the first salvia trip i had that night go into his room. i lay down on the bed, with my back against the wall. He sits on a office chair beside the bed, and the two other sits down on it. As i take the hit, he jokingly puts the alarmclock in his hand and says with a fake serious voice: "Look at the clock, *my name*! LOOK AT THE CLOCK!" I laugh at this, as me and him share a sort of make-belief mindfuck humor when we trip. Then i breath out, and this time, i keep my eyes open. My perspective gets locked, like everything is cut out of cardboard, but perfectly realistic. The black tv on the other side of the room takes the form of a mountainlike silhouette, and my sleepy friend who is sitting in a chair by the end of the bed takes on the form of a incan shepherd. Every color in the room is sharpened, and wallpaper patterns are engrained in there faces in a subtle way. I look at my friend, the incan shepherd. What really is him being tired, is now a sort of ageless, thousand year stare of pre-historic figure. After a friend comes in and asks "Why are you all sitting in here, being quiet?" and after short explanation comments: "Yeah, i thought i smelled salvia in here!". Then he leaves. This, of course doesn't make any sense to me at all. I soon return to normal, and the rest of the morning is spent talking, generally having a good time.
After all other have fallen asleep, i clean up the bear bottles and the trash, listening to the ambient music. I get very emotional, feeling like the message in my second trip is a warning, that what is coming are more serious consequences for my drug use, and to start focusing more on other more important things in life. So starting today, i will try to heed the warning, and explore my other interests more, as drug use has become a big part of my everyday life. I'm not going to go straight edge, but most definitley try to let them be a spice in life, not the main meal.
Fast forward four years. My experience in drugs has certainly broadend, having tried 50+ drugs, dealing, addiction problems with cocaine etc. But my favorite drug since i tried it has always been ketamine. I love dissociatives, how they make you escape reality, the magical journeys, the buzzing coming up feeling when the IM shot kicks in. I had tried 4-MeO-PCP earlier, i didn't really impress me, but i had more faith in 3-MeO-PCP, and so i bought it, received it and vialed it up.
The trip:
My friends and i was at the appartment where i live, ready to get fucked up. Alcohol was first on the meny, and after a couple of them, i decided now would be a good time for the 3-MeO-PCP to make an entry into my brain. I did 12 mgs IM and it gave me a lovely, clear euphoria. I continued redosing until i had used perhaps 30-40 mg, redosing in 5 mg then another 5 mg then 10 and so on. After i had used up all of it, i was a little sad, since i didn't want to take any of the other drugs that where there, and the party was still going strong. I was having a great time though, wandering around, speaking to all of my friends who were there, and suddenly i had an urge to smoke salvia. I got a 5 gram baggie as a gift some time ago, smoked a couple of hits then put it away. I took a pinch, placed it in the bowl, smoked it and laid down on an air matress. I closed my eyes.
The bodyload crept into my legs, ran up them like a gentle massaging ripple of water. The CEVs formed into a spine looking S, with a brown earth-like texture. I laid there in a trance, hearing my friends talk, not understanding a word, but feeling the good mood. My thoughts silenced, and i was at a peace i have rarely felt before, if ever. All that exsisted was the machinery, me locked into this compassionate, snake-like chain. The visuals softened and i snapped out of it an second. I was blown away. I have always known, since i first tried salvia, that there was something deep to it, but this was unlike anything i had ever gotten from it. I was so refreshened by the trip, so relieved of everything. I was shaking mildly, not fully comprehending what just happened. This gave a boost, i sat there talking intimately about experience. Some of them smoked it, we hugged and bonded over it.
Not long after that i started talking to a friend who was in another room when we tripped, and my great experience made him want some. We went to the room where i had smoked it earlier, it told him how to smoke it, he laid down and he too, had a great trip. His trip was that of a great laughing fit, while he was "divided between black and white squares, laughing non-stop". Although he laughed a little while he tripped, he mostly laid there with a great, smile, disbelief in his eyes. He regained some motor control, and i filled up the pipe, smoked it, laid down, closed my eyes.... and disappered into a new, shattering perception.
This one was much stronger. I don't know how to describe what i saw, but it was is if a pyramid, with moving contures started coming to towards me. Also, there was a strong, alien voice. Even though it was in a language unknown to me, i understood it perfectly. It was a beckoning, warning voice saying: " It's coming!"
over and over again, into eternity. I had a feeling of contact with something else, something powerful and intelligent. As the pyramid moved "into me", it's image was turned into that of a shaft like tunnel, moving me through it, with a noise that sounded like clicking metal for each movement i took down it. I saw blurring light at the end of it, and woke up to reality again.
I could not believe the power of what i just witnessed, and the only thing i have tried before that matches the intensity of it is when i smoked 5-MeO-DMT. I was so humbled, like a child, and wondered what the meaning of the message ment. I was also filled with an intense empathy and almost guidance, that i still feel, as i write this. I'll comment a little more on that later on.
At some point later, one of my roommates returned home from work, joining the party. He has been one of my best friends for a couple of years now, and he has always been the one to join me in trying new drugs, drugs that most of my other friends won't touch, the hard ones, opiates, speed, benzos etc. But 3 months ago said to himself: I'm done. He never really had a problem with them concerning addiction or trouble with law enforcement, but he decided to stop, being content with what he had experienced and moving on with a new job he loves, and other more benificial passtimes. I envy his willpower.
Anyway, i asked if i could loan his bed for a third, and final bowl of salvia this night. the other beds were occupied by people who had fallen asleep, as it was getting pretty early in the morning. He says: "Sure, why not." He really despises salvia, due to a bad experience he had, smoking it while awake on the third day, high on amphetamines.
Him, me and the two people who were with me the first salvia trip i had that night go into his room. i lay down on the bed, with my back against the wall. He sits on a office chair beside the bed, and the two other sits down on it. As i take the hit, he jokingly puts the alarmclock in his hand and says with a fake serious voice: "Look at the clock, *my name*! LOOK AT THE CLOCK!" I laugh at this, as me and him share a sort of make-belief mindfuck humor when we trip. Then i breath out, and this time, i keep my eyes open. My perspective gets locked, like everything is cut out of cardboard, but perfectly realistic. The black tv on the other side of the room takes the form of a mountainlike silhouette, and my sleepy friend who is sitting in a chair by the end of the bed takes on the form of a incan shepherd. Every color in the room is sharpened, and wallpaper patterns are engrained in there faces in a subtle way. I look at my friend, the incan shepherd. What really is him being tired, is now a sort of ageless, thousand year stare of pre-historic figure. After a friend comes in and asks "Why are you all sitting in here, being quiet?" and after short explanation comments: "Yeah, i thought i smelled salvia in here!". Then he leaves. This, of course doesn't make any sense to me at all. I soon return to normal, and the rest of the morning is spent talking, generally having a good time.
After all other have fallen asleep, i clean up the bear bottles and the trash, listening to the ambient music. I get very emotional, feeling like the message in my second trip is a warning, that what is coming are more serious consequences for my drug use, and to start focusing more on other more important things in life. So starting today, i will try to heed the warning, and explore my other interests more, as drug use has become a big part of my everyday life. I'm not going to go straight edge, but most definitley try to let them be a spice in life, not the main meal.
liek you said, drugs should be the spice of life, not the main meal, you lose the meaning they can give if you use and abuse, and i dont want to lose that power per se. im glad you came out with a positive vibe from teh experience 