Hypnic_JerK
Bluelighter
I was waiting for my friend to arrive at my house, and shortly afterwards we were set to head to some highschool graduation parties.
I hadn't smoked salvia since I've been home for the summer and have been feeling like a rip would do me good.
I got my bong, put a clump of dirt in it along with some water (I like the taste), packed a half bowl of 10x, and sent fire into the plant on the north side of my house.
Shortly before I toked my cat popped out of some bushes and came over. It was acting a little weird, so I let it smell my jar of salvia. It sniffed it a couple times, looked disinterested, and without further ado I folded my face in.
I'm glad I picked the spot I did, as I became one with the moss covering the ground and the pine trees of that area. Only for a brief instant though, my mind was done reeling only a minute 30 seconds after the hit- I use the chronograph on my watch. During the rush/wow phase I was continually struck with images from reefer madness and dare, etc- realizing how salvia is exactly everything those people were worried about. One image in particular I remembered was of a distressed guy ranting to/pleading with a judge about how "I had to kill him, before he killed me, don't you understand?!?!?" And the actor did a good job portraying someone mentally insane who had just killed an innocent person. At the time I could totally relate to the dude, although I did laugh heartily about what a bitch he was. When I opened my eyes the cat was gone.
From that point, I took in my surroundings. The colors of the new growth and old growth of the pines and evergreen bushes in the area contrasted sharply, arresting my attention. A pain that I had been having in my back seemed to have gotten better- it felt like a muscle there had previously given up and let my back fall apart, and with the salvia it pulled itself back together. I'm pretty sure the pain was psychosomatic, because I don't remember doing anything to hurt myself.
Anyway, I began to think to myself, like I sometimes do on salvia. The thoughts took on a character I call the "tripping thoughts" which is evident to me on all psychedelics to some extent, but mushrooms are the only one I've tried that really approaches salvia. Before I had though that these thoughts came from a separate entity, possibly god or lady salvia or some such nonsense. After tripping out and asking all sorts of retarded questions i realized the voice was my voice, and I was answering sarcastically. 8)
So there i am, thinking, and at first its the same old thoughts about how I need to integrate all parts of my life and become a whole person because doing anything less drives me crazy- but they're coming at me from a totally weird angle.
For instance, the first thing I thought was "It figures you'd smoke it here, when you have 20 minutes to spare, on the side of your house." I never, ever talk about myself in the third person or thought that way, and I haven't been exposed to it in a book or on TV lately either.
Then my thoughts turned to salvia itself, and got really bizarre. (by someone else I mean either one of my friends or a family member which has previously expressed interest in smoking)
The thoughts that referenced me using the third person came with
"Well you're at home now, that means there is someone else here to smoke it "
Then, reflexively, my first person train of thought responded with:
"But then we'll both be insane!"
and to end the thought both of me said, together,
"Or at least we'll realize it"
I laughed my ass off at that point, stashed my bong in the amazing looking foliage, and headed inside.
As soon as I got in the door both of my cats came over and focused on me. They were doing this weird thing where they put their whiskers out in front of them and look all symmetrical. It seemed if they were putting their senses on the maximum sensitivity setting or something. They both were making eye contact with me, and their faces were expressive to an unreal degree. It was like there was a brain in their empty little heads, and instead of cute little toys they looked like really intense, interesting, dignified little toys. 8) (yeah right)
There was sawdust on the floor where the cat which had visited me had thrown up while I was outside. My dad said it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen the cat do, because it had sounded like the cat was trying to talk like a human and had thrown up as a result. He even impersonated (ha!) the cat, to make certain I knew it wasn't the usual sounds a cat makes tossing cookies. A coincidence, to be sure, but things like that are cool when I'm outta my head.
Then I wrote down that little discussion I had with myself about salvia, and left it out in my room for all to see. This pretty much confirms that I am crazy, as I can only imagine the kind of havok that would play witha family members mind if they read it.
I usually talk to the dogs and cats of the house, sort of baby talk/nonsense, and it flowed really well after the salvia. I asked the dignified little kitty, "what are you? A joobajoo?" and then repeated joobajoobajoo over and over because it was making me chuckle. It is still pretty funny imo.
That night I went to one party just riding the post salvia buzz, and had a terrific time. Then I went to another party where I totally obliterated myself shotgunning 9 beers over the course of half an hour(!). I might've been dealing with the salvia trip, which I think is always traumatic even when I don't feel traumatized. It was my first time drinking in months, and I became more or less belligerent. I remember the parents of the house coming out and hinting that we should leave, and I was like "yeah I gotta get the motorcycle home by 3AM anyway" and lots of shit like that. I guess I'm a rockstar![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
I hadn't smoked salvia since I've been home for the summer and have been feeling like a rip would do me good.
I got my bong, put a clump of dirt in it along with some water (I like the taste), packed a half bowl of 10x, and sent fire into the plant on the north side of my house.
Shortly before I toked my cat popped out of some bushes and came over. It was acting a little weird, so I let it smell my jar of salvia. It sniffed it a couple times, looked disinterested, and without further ado I folded my face in.
I'm glad I picked the spot I did, as I became one with the moss covering the ground and the pine trees of that area. Only for a brief instant though, my mind was done reeling only a minute 30 seconds after the hit- I use the chronograph on my watch. During the rush/wow phase I was continually struck with images from reefer madness and dare, etc- realizing how salvia is exactly everything those people were worried about. One image in particular I remembered was of a distressed guy ranting to/pleading with a judge about how "I had to kill him, before he killed me, don't you understand?!?!?" And the actor did a good job portraying someone mentally insane who had just killed an innocent person. At the time I could totally relate to the dude, although I did laugh heartily about what a bitch he was. When I opened my eyes the cat was gone.
From that point, I took in my surroundings. The colors of the new growth and old growth of the pines and evergreen bushes in the area contrasted sharply, arresting my attention. A pain that I had been having in my back seemed to have gotten better- it felt like a muscle there had previously given up and let my back fall apart, and with the salvia it pulled itself back together. I'm pretty sure the pain was psychosomatic, because I don't remember doing anything to hurt myself.
Anyway, I began to think to myself, like I sometimes do on salvia. The thoughts took on a character I call the "tripping thoughts" which is evident to me on all psychedelics to some extent, but mushrooms are the only one I've tried that really approaches salvia. Before I had though that these thoughts came from a separate entity, possibly god or lady salvia or some such nonsense. After tripping out and asking all sorts of retarded questions i realized the voice was my voice, and I was answering sarcastically. 8)
So there i am, thinking, and at first its the same old thoughts about how I need to integrate all parts of my life and become a whole person because doing anything less drives me crazy- but they're coming at me from a totally weird angle.
For instance, the first thing I thought was "It figures you'd smoke it here, when you have 20 minutes to spare, on the side of your house." I never, ever talk about myself in the third person or thought that way, and I haven't been exposed to it in a book or on TV lately either.
Then my thoughts turned to salvia itself, and got really bizarre. (by someone else I mean either one of my friends or a family member which has previously expressed interest in smoking)
The thoughts that referenced me using the third person came with
"Well you're at home now, that means there is someone else here to smoke it "
Then, reflexively, my first person train of thought responded with:
"But then we'll both be insane!"
and to end the thought both of me said, together,
"Or at least we'll realize it"
I laughed my ass off at that point, stashed my bong in the amazing looking foliage, and headed inside.
As soon as I got in the door both of my cats came over and focused on me. They were doing this weird thing where they put their whiskers out in front of them and look all symmetrical. It seemed if they were putting their senses on the maximum sensitivity setting or something. They both were making eye contact with me, and their faces were expressive to an unreal degree. It was like there was a brain in their empty little heads, and instead of cute little toys they looked like really intense, interesting, dignified little toys. 8) (yeah right)
There was sawdust on the floor where the cat which had visited me had thrown up while I was outside. My dad said it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen the cat do, because it had sounded like the cat was trying to talk like a human and had thrown up as a result. He even impersonated (ha!) the cat, to make certain I knew it wasn't the usual sounds a cat makes tossing cookies. A coincidence, to be sure, but things like that are cool when I'm outta my head.
Then I wrote down that little discussion I had with myself about salvia, and left it out in my room for all to see. This pretty much confirms that I am crazy, as I can only imagine the kind of havok that would play witha family members mind if they read it.
I usually talk to the dogs and cats of the house, sort of baby talk/nonsense, and it flowed really well after the salvia. I asked the dignified little kitty, "what are you? A joobajoo?" and then repeated joobajoobajoo over and over because it was making me chuckle. It is still pretty funny imo.
That night I went to one party just riding the post salvia buzz, and had a terrific time. Then I went to another party where I totally obliterated myself shotgunning 9 beers over the course of half an hour(!). I might've been dealing with the salvia trip, which I think is always traumatic even when I don't feel traumatized. It was my first time drinking in months, and I became more or less belligerent. I remember the parents of the house coming out and hinting that we should leave, and I was like "yeah I gotta get the motorcycle home by 3AM anyway" and lots of shit like that. I guess I'm a rockstar
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