Gnosisseur
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Salvia - first time - 60x?
In its edited form, at the request of Beenhead.
"Salvia - first time - blast off"??? I have no recollection of having come up with that mockery of a title... I apologize sincerely.
Nothing in any other drugs prepared me for this mind-blasting revelatory experience. Seconds after I exhaled I slipped into a state of mental disconnection - I had no solid link to the real world and what was going on around me. My soul was ripped from my body (yes, I know I'm not the first to describe it that way, but there's no more accurate evaluation!) and I entered a state of temporary absolute delerium. I may never quite recall what was happening for a period that seems to have been as short as seconds... when I started to form a basic grip on my surroundings, predicting the future became a matter as simple as counting or reciting the alphabet - everything had a kind of "future déjà vu" quality that I've glimpsed on 2C-E. The many people around me (mostly just drunk, with a few blasted from the same bowl and a couple friends who had done salvia long enough in the past to have integrated) were, contradictorily, very significant and at the same time without a chance of understanding anything that I could have said to them. In a way, those surrounding me became, in a way that was both part of a grand, diabolically coordinated scheme and beyond their conscious knowledge, parts of the tentacular forces pulling me in many different directions on many different levels. There were visuals, but I now know why Erowid describes salvia as an "atypical psychedelic" - there was no room for any fountains of wild color and stunning works of geometry next to the gut-punching solid trails and visual manifestations of infinite recursion.
I was jerked violently through a kind of advanced-adventure-game/AI surreal clusterfuck of out-of-body experience vaguely comparable to what I would expect as a lab rat in futuristic, pre-dystopian psychological experiments (I will admit to uneasy confrontations with beings based loosely on my friends who were present, in which I was grilled on my drug usage and made to seriously consider whether the states of mind I seek are indeed a good idea - I had not at all expected to be reeling the way I did!) until the effects began to taper... it was at this point (having run to my friend's car to recover in solitude) that I started to see some familiar patterns - gentler CEVs, serenely spiraling neon paisley that did a great deal to soothe me from the shock of crashing straight into a dissociative wall. "It's almost over... it was just a short blast of mental immolation after all." I had feared that recovery from something akin to crucifixion would take the night or longer, perhaps eternity!
I felt at the end of after-peak effects that I had awoken from something a bit like simulated reality (movie cliché removed in consideration of others' intelligence). Rebirth has always been a theme toward the end of my trips, and this was no exception at all - who I was directly afterward had no connection to anything else that I could think of having gone through. Explosive as expected, but overwhelming in ways I could never have imagined. I respect the drug I took tonight as something which could be planned for no more than a few times a year.
In its edited form, at the request of Beenhead.
"Salvia - first time - blast off"??? I have no recollection of having come up with that mockery of a title... I apologize sincerely.
Nothing in any other drugs prepared me for this mind-blasting revelatory experience. Seconds after I exhaled I slipped into a state of mental disconnection - I had no solid link to the real world and what was going on around me. My soul was ripped from my body (yes, I know I'm not the first to describe it that way, but there's no more accurate evaluation!) and I entered a state of temporary absolute delerium. I may never quite recall what was happening for a period that seems to have been as short as seconds... when I started to form a basic grip on my surroundings, predicting the future became a matter as simple as counting or reciting the alphabet - everything had a kind of "future déjà vu" quality that I've glimpsed on 2C-E. The many people around me (mostly just drunk, with a few blasted from the same bowl and a couple friends who had done salvia long enough in the past to have integrated) were, contradictorily, very significant and at the same time without a chance of understanding anything that I could have said to them. In a way, those surrounding me became, in a way that was both part of a grand, diabolically coordinated scheme and beyond their conscious knowledge, parts of the tentacular forces pulling me in many different directions on many different levels. There were visuals, but I now know why Erowid describes salvia as an "atypical psychedelic" - there was no room for any fountains of wild color and stunning works of geometry next to the gut-punching solid trails and visual manifestations of infinite recursion.
I was jerked violently through a kind of advanced-adventure-game/AI surreal clusterfuck of out-of-body experience vaguely comparable to what I would expect as a lab rat in futuristic, pre-dystopian psychological experiments (I will admit to uneasy confrontations with beings based loosely on my friends who were present, in which I was grilled on my drug usage and made to seriously consider whether the states of mind I seek are indeed a good idea - I had not at all expected to be reeling the way I did!) until the effects began to taper... it was at this point (having run to my friend's car to recover in solitude) that I started to see some familiar patterns - gentler CEVs, serenely spiraling neon paisley that did a great deal to soothe me from the shock of crashing straight into a dissociative wall. "It's almost over... it was just a short blast of mental immolation after all." I had feared that recovery from something akin to crucifixion would take the night or longer, perhaps eternity!
I felt at the end of after-peak effects that I had awoken from something a bit like simulated reality (movie cliché removed in consideration of others' intelligence). Rebirth has always been a theme toward the end of my trips, and this was no exception at all - who I was directly afterward had no connection to anything else that I could think of having gone through. Explosive as expected, but overwhelming in ways I could never have imagined. I respect the drug I took tonight as something which could be planned for no more than a few times a year.
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