Sir Ron Pib
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“The Salvia workings”
I felt a strong shamanic desire to return to Salvia after over a decade; I had not enjoyed most experiences with it but it still seemed to touch something deep and from a personal experiential view had a spirit attached to it.
Salvia is so extraordinary/inexplicable an experience and it is so hard to pin down what occurs in the brief flash (smoked) that I thought I would embark on, and catalogue a series of experiments involving;
Salvia Divinorum approx x40 (standardised x10 taken through basic x4-isopropyl extraction; with the leaf rendered down to about 1/4); procedure and environment near identical; experiments conducted in darkened rooms usually with minimal candle light with “F” as sitter. In all experiments Cannabis had been consumed at some point prior to the experiment but intoxication was at post acute phase. Inhalation of Salvia in a bong (one hit) then a 12 second count “1 elephant 2 elephant…” , exhale, take a breath and recline.
For this report I reproduce only the extraordinary…
(Working no.3)
The dose is about a third higher - Just before I take the hit Nesbitt (dog) runs in and jumps on the bed next to me.
I feel I lose consciousness fractionally later and see more of the ‘twist’; I fall rapidly away from my impressions, which form the arch of a multitude of such impressions which spin off as I fall into nothingness. Then I am inside a comic strip – ‘Beano’ or ‘Whizzer and Chips’ or something – perhaps an amalgam of comics. I am not sure if I am one of them or just in their world (which is to the right hand side) but at any rate there is a “Hey lets go!” atmosphere – I think we are all going to make dash from comic-land over the Salvia breach into reality (on the left side) but as usual everything smears and twists in collapsing space and realities won’t coalesce.
At some point I get the impression of being back – I don’t even know if I opened my eyes or just “saw” the room in my head, I’m convinced the latter since it seemed from another point in time and perhaps the light was on. Then Slice! The Salvia propeller blade turns another memory stripping rotation. I say “Wow that’s incredible I tripped out twice!” or something… it’s lost in one of the propeller cuts; I don’t know if I’ve stepped out of time or gone backwards or what.
The order of events is hard to discern. A strong sensation; again I fall backwards into the void; I can briefly see reality and all my sensorum, body and world receding above me like the skydiver’s view of the aeroplane from which he drops. I again get a fuller picture of earlier; it is like the top of a huge Ferris wheel or perhaps the curved segmentation of a cut through fossil shell, each bit is the sensorum/reality of millions of fragments of me (or others?) in a repeat Mandlebrotian motif.
I start “Wow”-ing and formulating something like the above out of the raw flash of sensation to F; Tilly (our other dog) dashes in and flies onto the bed. F tries to stop her but I say “No fine let’s see how she looks tripping”; things are deeply defined with a slight feeling and look that everything is made of divine modelling clay. I go to the kitchen and realise I am still tripping; everything is gently pulsing like living Plasticine; Nice fridge. I turn around looking at the kitchen, soaking in the Salvia-ness before it dissipates. My left eye seems to rotate on an axis that runs directly through my pupil! Most peculiar.
Fantastic trip.
I felt a strong shamanic desire to return to Salvia after over a decade; I had not enjoyed most experiences with it but it still seemed to touch something deep and from a personal experiential view had a spirit attached to it.
Salvia is so extraordinary/inexplicable an experience and it is so hard to pin down what occurs in the brief flash (smoked) that I thought I would embark on, and catalogue a series of experiments involving;
Salvia Divinorum approx x40 (standardised x10 taken through basic x4-isopropyl extraction; with the leaf rendered down to about 1/4); procedure and environment near identical; experiments conducted in darkened rooms usually with minimal candle light with “F” as sitter. In all experiments Cannabis had been consumed at some point prior to the experiment but intoxication was at post acute phase. Inhalation of Salvia in a bong (one hit) then a 12 second count “1 elephant 2 elephant…” , exhale, take a breath and recline.
For this report I reproduce only the extraordinary…
(Working no.3)
The dose is about a third higher - Just before I take the hit Nesbitt (dog) runs in and jumps on the bed next to me.
I feel I lose consciousness fractionally later and see more of the ‘twist’; I fall rapidly away from my impressions, which form the arch of a multitude of such impressions which spin off as I fall into nothingness. Then I am inside a comic strip – ‘Beano’ or ‘Whizzer and Chips’ or something – perhaps an amalgam of comics. I am not sure if I am one of them or just in their world (which is to the right hand side) but at any rate there is a “Hey lets go!” atmosphere – I think we are all going to make dash from comic-land over the Salvia breach into reality (on the left side) but as usual everything smears and twists in collapsing space and realities won’t coalesce.
At some point I get the impression of being back – I don’t even know if I opened my eyes or just “saw” the room in my head, I’m convinced the latter since it seemed from another point in time and perhaps the light was on. Then Slice! The Salvia propeller blade turns another memory stripping rotation. I say “Wow that’s incredible I tripped out twice!” or something… it’s lost in one of the propeller cuts; I don’t know if I’ve stepped out of time or gone backwards or what.
The order of events is hard to discern. A strong sensation; again I fall backwards into the void; I can briefly see reality and all my sensorum, body and world receding above me like the skydiver’s view of the aeroplane from which he drops. I again get a fuller picture of earlier; it is like the top of a huge Ferris wheel or perhaps the curved segmentation of a cut through fossil shell, each bit is the sensorum/reality of millions of fragments of me (or others?) in a repeat Mandlebrotian motif.
I start “Wow”-ing and formulating something like the above out of the raw flash of sensation to F; Tilly (our other dog) dashes in and flies onto the bed. F tries to stop her but I say “No fine let’s see how she looks tripping”; things are deeply defined with a slight feeling and look that everything is made of divine modelling clay. I go to the kitchen and realise I am still tripping; everything is gently pulsing like living Plasticine; Nice fridge. I turn around looking at the kitchen, soaking in the Salvia-ness before it dissipates. My left eye seems to rotate on an axis that runs directly through my pupil! Most peculiar.
Fantastic trip.
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