Splatt
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Drug: Salvia (dried leaf)
Dose: 5 cones (a.k.a. bowls)
Set: I was still a bit intoxicated from the half bottle of Canadian Club whiskey I consumed a few hours earlier. Generally in a good mood. The trip was not planned and was a heat of the moment suggestion.
Setting: In a Falcon (Go Fords
) on the side of the road near my house. Okay, not exactly the most preferred place to do it, but it was quiet, dark and the seats were reclineable and comfortable. And we could not exactly smoke salvia at 3:30am inside my house while everyone is fast asleep.
Introduction: I'm fairly experienced with salvia having had break-through experiences a fair few times. I am mostly experienced with the dried leaf, but have tried an extract a couple of times before without much success. I tend to stick to the leaf, since it's a lot cheaper and has never failed to impress me. The following trip was not the most powerful I have had but it was interesting. As I mentioned above I was not in what I would call the most preferred setting, and I would normally not do psychedelics while drunk, but the alcohol was wearing off pretty fast. The last time I had smoked salvia was on the "comedown" of one and a half clean MDMA pills a week earlier, but I only had one cone, just to get the minimal effects of it. Before I go on, I must tell you that Salvia really is a special plant. It's is in its own class and nothing in the world is like it. This makes it very hard to explain. Salvia experiences can mean a lot to the user, and be very hard to explain exactly happened, but I'm going to try my hardest!
The Trip: I had gone inside after my friend had pulled up at my house and collected the required instruments and paraphernalia. My friend was the one who suggested we do Salvia, as he had been thinking about doing it again for a while. So I stayed straight and let him have the first adventure, just because he was less experienced than I was with this drug, and it's always good to play safe and have a sober sitter.
The way I have a salvia session is let one person complete their trip before the next person does, because noise can be very weird and sometimes uncomfortable. Especially if one person is tripping and laughing their head off, and one is very, very confused and uncomfortable about what is going on. So I packed his bong and handed him the lighter. He had 3 cones, went into his trip, which hopefully he will be reporting some time soon, and around 4 minutes later he grabbed the steering wheel, put his head up straight, tapped me and asked for another bong hit. I loaded it and he smoked and re-entered his trip. I gave him his time, and when he came out of it he attempted to explain the experience to me, but of course the salvia had made his speech very slurred and I wasn't fully understanding what he was saying until he explained it when he was a bit more sober. I think his experience influenced mine some what, as he was telling me he saw how his mind, brain and body were working together.
It was my turn, he had explained his experience in good detail, and I was understanding what he says, just from experience with the drug in the past. So I chopped the rest of the salvia leaves in the bag and packed my first cone. I did not have very good luck with keeping in the smoke. As soon as I got it into my lungs I just wanted to cough. My throat was a fairly bit irritated and dry that day so I put it down to that. I packed my second cone, inhaled the flaming contents, with my eyes fixated on the burning material. I went to pack my third cone, feeling the salvia coming on pretty strong now, that very familiar feeling that just cannot be compared to any other chemical out there. I remember feeling I was being watched, once again, and I got this feeling deep in my stomach, that can only be described as "familiar". Which doesn't make sense, it's more like an overwhelming feeling of deja vu from a past life or something.
I remember putting the lighter to the third cone, and before inhaling saying out loudly, "I'm coming!". But My friend swears that I did not say this at all. I even remember seeing my mouth move in the winscreen reflection. I inhaled the contents once again, and coughed badly again. The smoke felt harsh for me this time around, but it is normally smooth once it it inside of your lungs. Once again, I packed another cone of the salvia and by this time I could really feel the experience kicking in strong. Weird patterns were starting to form in my vision, and got much more intense when my eyes were closed. I managed to pack one more cone and inhaled the contents and sat back, closed my eyes and relaxed in the chair while handing the bong to my friend.
I recall seeing a series of very weird, purple thin, cone-shaped objects, coming closer and closer to me. Each section of the pin-like objects coming closer and closer towards me, in a mexican-wave type of pattern. They got closer and closer until I started questioning what was happening. What was left of my mind was trying to understand where I was, who I was, or even what I was. I could only describe what I was, and where I was as a system inside my being. Where was I? I have no idea. But it did not matter, because my mission was to be a layer of cells and help this system live on. As the shaped closed in me even further, and started pressing up against me, I accepted the fact what whatever I was, it did not matter, because I was about to expire, but it did not phase me in the slightest. I was just part of a big system, that was created to live for one thing, that task had been completed so now it was time for death. I welcomed death and felt it spread through me.
By this time, my mind kind of came back into play, and I managed to say "What the fuck?", and "That doesn't make sense!" a few times, my friend stayed still and did not reply as we agreed on earlier. But I was quickly sucked back into the experience even with my eyes open and was now reincarnated as a different part of this system. My vision was fixated out side the car door window, and it was not like what I saw was really there, it was more like part of another system, but I could decode each piece of this information I saw, molecule by molecule, in various amazing patterns. Part of me realised just how much of everything we take for granted, especially the System!
I managed to move my head, and took in all the detailed information in between the half a second I had turned my head. This was probably the most complex patterns and formations I have ever got on any drug. The new location the System wanted to view was now in focus, and my job was to decode this information carefully for the System. The System must be happy and functioning at all times, even if it means the death of you. I mean, what does it matter if you die, there's are thousands and millions of other clones of you doing the same job in this sub-system. Then, something happened that kind of brought me out of th experienced. My hand moved and it has knocked over the chop bowl all over my pants. As the salvia was finally chopped, to almost a powder, it clouded the air in the car for a moment and looked very interesting through the cabin light which was turned on as I requested. Seeing the salvia everywhere did bring me out of the intense trip, but I was not straight. I laughed for what seemed like a minute or more, very loudly and excessive, and then tried to salvage some of the precious plant matter. I managed to rescue maybe another dose for another time.
I was still feeling the salvia body sensations, but also a tony bit uncomfortable for some reason, as my leg was in the corner of the car, and for some reason this made me feel a bit trapped. I managed to move my leg away, and then open the door for some fresh air. I knew I would not enter the trip again, and was not exactly in the right mindset to smoke the rest of it then. I have a strong feeling this experience will lead on to the next time I smoke salvia, because it was interrupted and I feel there was a very important lesson in the works. The whole intense part of my trip lasted maybe 5-7 minutes, but it was not timed so I cannot be sure.
We got out of the car and walked around some suburban streets at four in the A.M. discussing our experiences and trying to explain and understand them. After much concern about my friend being safe on the road, he drove off to home as he did not experiencing the effects of the salvia anymore. I gathered my gear and retired to inside where it was warm. I did feel a fair bit of a head-ache, which I put down to the coughing and laughing. Interesting to note this was only the second time I have laughed on Salvia, the other time was a lowish dose experiment. After laying in bed for a couple more hours, I flaked out and had about 5 to 6 hours sleep. I did not feel that refreshed in the morning, and felt a fair bit groggy and tired, but I did drink on that night too.
Conclusion: How do I conclude this trip? Well, it was definitely influenced by my mates experience which was really interesting. Maybe the salvia trip outcome can be more controllable than we think? I mean, salvia will always take you somewhere strange, but maybe with the use of pre-trip meditation you can set a question or problem in your mind that is to be explored. I really can see therapeutic uses in Salvia and I must explore this much more in the future.
So what did this experience mean? Well, I am going to wait until the next trip to try and piece this into a meaning. But basically it split me up into small systems, which are essentially mindless slaves inside "The System", which was basically just my mind and body, I still really have no idea what it was going to explain to me, but we will see if it continues next trip round, and if so I will be sure to report it!
Dose: 5 cones (a.k.a. bowls)
Set: I was still a bit intoxicated from the half bottle of Canadian Club whiskey I consumed a few hours earlier. Generally in a good mood. The trip was not planned and was a heat of the moment suggestion.
Setting: In a Falcon (Go Fords
) on the side of the road near my house. Okay, not exactly the most preferred place to do it, but it was quiet, dark and the seats were reclineable and comfortable. And we could not exactly smoke salvia at 3:30am inside my house while everyone is fast asleep. Introduction: I'm fairly experienced with salvia having had break-through experiences a fair few times. I am mostly experienced with the dried leaf, but have tried an extract a couple of times before without much success. I tend to stick to the leaf, since it's a lot cheaper and has never failed to impress me. The following trip was not the most powerful I have had but it was interesting. As I mentioned above I was not in what I would call the most preferred setting, and I would normally not do psychedelics while drunk, but the alcohol was wearing off pretty fast. The last time I had smoked salvia was on the "comedown" of one and a half clean MDMA pills a week earlier, but I only had one cone, just to get the minimal effects of it. Before I go on, I must tell you that Salvia really is a special plant. It's is in its own class and nothing in the world is like it. This makes it very hard to explain. Salvia experiences can mean a lot to the user, and be very hard to explain exactly happened, but I'm going to try my hardest!
The Trip: I had gone inside after my friend had pulled up at my house and collected the required instruments and paraphernalia. My friend was the one who suggested we do Salvia, as he had been thinking about doing it again for a while. So I stayed straight and let him have the first adventure, just because he was less experienced than I was with this drug, and it's always good to play safe and have a sober sitter.
The way I have a salvia session is let one person complete their trip before the next person does, because noise can be very weird and sometimes uncomfortable. Especially if one person is tripping and laughing their head off, and one is very, very confused and uncomfortable about what is going on. So I packed his bong and handed him the lighter. He had 3 cones, went into his trip, which hopefully he will be reporting some time soon, and around 4 minutes later he grabbed the steering wheel, put his head up straight, tapped me and asked for another bong hit. I loaded it and he smoked and re-entered his trip. I gave him his time, and when he came out of it he attempted to explain the experience to me, but of course the salvia had made his speech very slurred and I wasn't fully understanding what he was saying until he explained it when he was a bit more sober. I think his experience influenced mine some what, as he was telling me he saw how his mind, brain and body were working together.
It was my turn, he had explained his experience in good detail, and I was understanding what he says, just from experience with the drug in the past. So I chopped the rest of the salvia leaves in the bag and packed my first cone. I did not have very good luck with keeping in the smoke. As soon as I got it into my lungs I just wanted to cough. My throat was a fairly bit irritated and dry that day so I put it down to that. I packed my second cone, inhaled the flaming contents, with my eyes fixated on the burning material. I went to pack my third cone, feeling the salvia coming on pretty strong now, that very familiar feeling that just cannot be compared to any other chemical out there. I remember feeling I was being watched, once again, and I got this feeling deep in my stomach, that can only be described as "familiar". Which doesn't make sense, it's more like an overwhelming feeling of deja vu from a past life or something.
I remember putting the lighter to the third cone, and before inhaling saying out loudly, "I'm coming!". But My friend swears that I did not say this at all. I even remember seeing my mouth move in the winscreen reflection. I inhaled the contents once again, and coughed badly again. The smoke felt harsh for me this time around, but it is normally smooth once it it inside of your lungs. Once again, I packed another cone of the salvia and by this time I could really feel the experience kicking in strong. Weird patterns were starting to form in my vision, and got much more intense when my eyes were closed. I managed to pack one more cone and inhaled the contents and sat back, closed my eyes and relaxed in the chair while handing the bong to my friend.
I recall seeing a series of very weird, purple thin, cone-shaped objects, coming closer and closer to me. Each section of the pin-like objects coming closer and closer towards me, in a mexican-wave type of pattern. They got closer and closer until I started questioning what was happening. What was left of my mind was trying to understand where I was, who I was, or even what I was. I could only describe what I was, and where I was as a system inside my being. Where was I? I have no idea. But it did not matter, because my mission was to be a layer of cells and help this system live on. As the shaped closed in me even further, and started pressing up against me, I accepted the fact what whatever I was, it did not matter, because I was about to expire, but it did not phase me in the slightest. I was just part of a big system, that was created to live for one thing, that task had been completed so now it was time for death. I welcomed death and felt it spread through me.
By this time, my mind kind of came back into play, and I managed to say "What the fuck?", and "That doesn't make sense!" a few times, my friend stayed still and did not reply as we agreed on earlier. But I was quickly sucked back into the experience even with my eyes open and was now reincarnated as a different part of this system. My vision was fixated out side the car door window, and it was not like what I saw was really there, it was more like part of another system, but I could decode each piece of this information I saw, molecule by molecule, in various amazing patterns. Part of me realised just how much of everything we take for granted, especially the System!
I managed to move my head, and took in all the detailed information in between the half a second I had turned my head. This was probably the most complex patterns and formations I have ever got on any drug. The new location the System wanted to view was now in focus, and my job was to decode this information carefully for the System. The System must be happy and functioning at all times, even if it means the death of you. I mean, what does it matter if you die, there's are thousands and millions of other clones of you doing the same job in this sub-system. Then, something happened that kind of brought me out of th experienced. My hand moved and it has knocked over the chop bowl all over my pants. As the salvia was finally chopped, to almost a powder, it clouded the air in the car for a moment and looked very interesting through the cabin light which was turned on as I requested. Seeing the salvia everywhere did bring me out of the intense trip, but I was not straight. I laughed for what seemed like a minute or more, very loudly and excessive, and then tried to salvage some of the precious plant matter. I managed to rescue maybe another dose for another time.
I was still feeling the salvia body sensations, but also a tony bit uncomfortable for some reason, as my leg was in the corner of the car, and for some reason this made me feel a bit trapped. I managed to move my leg away, and then open the door for some fresh air. I knew I would not enter the trip again, and was not exactly in the right mindset to smoke the rest of it then. I have a strong feeling this experience will lead on to the next time I smoke salvia, because it was interrupted and I feel there was a very important lesson in the works. The whole intense part of my trip lasted maybe 5-7 minutes, but it was not timed so I cannot be sure.
We got out of the car and walked around some suburban streets at four in the A.M. discussing our experiences and trying to explain and understand them. After much concern about my friend being safe on the road, he drove off to home as he did not experiencing the effects of the salvia anymore. I gathered my gear and retired to inside where it was warm. I did feel a fair bit of a head-ache, which I put down to the coughing and laughing. Interesting to note this was only the second time I have laughed on Salvia, the other time was a lowish dose experiment. After laying in bed for a couple more hours, I flaked out and had about 5 to 6 hours sleep. I did not feel that refreshed in the morning, and felt a fair bit groggy and tired, but I did drink on that night too.
Conclusion: How do I conclude this trip? Well, it was definitely influenced by my mates experience which was really interesting. Maybe the salvia trip outcome can be more controllable than we think? I mean, salvia will always take you somewhere strange, but maybe with the use of pre-trip meditation you can set a question or problem in your mind that is to be explored. I really can see therapeutic uses in Salvia and I must explore this much more in the future.
So what did this experience mean? Well, I am going to wait until the next trip to try and piece this into a meaning. But basically it split me up into small systems, which are essentially mindless slaves inside "The System", which was basically just my mind and body, I still really have no idea what it was going to explain to me, but we will see if it continues next trip round, and if so I will be sure to report it!
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