I admit, ive been abusing salvia quite a bit ever since i got it Sunday, i can't seem to get enough of this new experience. I ran out last night going on my final 3 trips before i ran out.
The wasn't quite perfect, my dad was sleeping upstairs and my mother was yet to arrive home. If i were caught doing any substance god knows what they'd do.
Anyway i figured, ' hey i can fit a trip right now,' i set the some music and took about 2 and a half monster hits. I lied down and held it in.
Its pitch black where im at, my father comes down the stairs, i got caught, i run up these stairs (all the meanwhile im trying to run while lied down) panting, this is not a good one my friends, footsteps all around me and a house song which sounds happy but the lyrics being 'love not meant to be' sent me further down. Im alone, i cant seem to find my way out. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, the ceiling which has small bumps looked like ice sickles hanging downward ready to fall at any moment towards my face- i take a deep breath and try to calm down, its helpless but its wearing off at a decent rate- thank god. I dont remember exactly what i saw then, soon enough i got up turned the light on and went to my computer- still a bit dissociated, and feeling like im rotating to the right like some kind of wheel- the computer screened look bent backwards and as i typed looking at the keyboard i blinked and a small explosion of keys shot up taking a figure of a man- opened my eyes and then lost my attention to the shadow right next to me drawn out by the light i turned on. I was astounded, i waved my hand and the figure did as well. Everything felt more "real" i can't explain it.
It took me about an hour to shake off what just happened, its hard to remember how bad the trip was, perhaps its just my optimistic outlook when i do these kind of things.
My mother soon Arrived and about 3 hours later after she went to bed i went on the last 2 trips before i was out.
Ill cut this one short, it being notable and all.
I shut my eyes same as before, thought about me doing absolutely nothing right now, i not attending school until spring and not having a job and how much i disliked it. Sure enough i remember this blue-green line progressing downward and shaking violently before it went in a shredder, which was out of my site, kind of like those lifeline machines u see at the hospital, only hanging downward. The thought of an essay came to mind, i cant remember exactly which was the author but it was about how one's perfect health can be stripped away so easily by disease.
Then it hit me, no matter how much you achieve, no matter how much you own, we will all die. You can be president of a country but your still going to die, it being as simple as a small car crash. CEO of a company or just a bum roaming the streets, were all equal because we will end up in the ground, what really matters is how you spend your life, being happy. Being happy as the poorest man in the world or the richest or anything in-between, materials don't matter they never did, no one will ever know you existed but you were there, happy and alive, thats all life should be about, not focusing on problems that don't exist. So yea, the cliche of "you only live once" did work its way in, you better spend it right because there is only one ending.
Wish you all a thousand good experiences.
~Arl's
hope it makes it to erowid
The wasn't quite perfect, my dad was sleeping upstairs and my mother was yet to arrive home. If i were caught doing any substance god knows what they'd do.
Anyway i figured, ' hey i can fit a trip right now,' i set the some music and took about 2 and a half monster hits. I lied down and held it in.
Its pitch black where im at, my father comes down the stairs, i got caught, i run up these stairs (all the meanwhile im trying to run while lied down) panting, this is not a good one my friends, footsteps all around me and a house song which sounds happy but the lyrics being 'love not meant to be' sent me further down. Im alone, i cant seem to find my way out. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, the ceiling which has small bumps looked like ice sickles hanging downward ready to fall at any moment towards my face- i take a deep breath and try to calm down, its helpless but its wearing off at a decent rate- thank god. I dont remember exactly what i saw then, soon enough i got up turned the light on and went to my computer- still a bit dissociated, and feeling like im rotating to the right like some kind of wheel- the computer screened look bent backwards and as i typed looking at the keyboard i blinked and a small explosion of keys shot up taking a figure of a man- opened my eyes and then lost my attention to the shadow right next to me drawn out by the light i turned on. I was astounded, i waved my hand and the figure did as well. Everything felt more "real" i can't explain it.
It took me about an hour to shake off what just happened, its hard to remember how bad the trip was, perhaps its just my optimistic outlook when i do these kind of things.
My mother soon Arrived and about 3 hours later after she went to bed i went on the last 2 trips before i was out.
Ill cut this one short, it being notable and all.
I shut my eyes same as before, thought about me doing absolutely nothing right now, i not attending school until spring and not having a job and how much i disliked it. Sure enough i remember this blue-green line progressing downward and shaking violently before it went in a shredder, which was out of my site, kind of like those lifeline machines u see at the hospital, only hanging downward. The thought of an essay came to mind, i cant remember exactly which was the author but it was about how one's perfect health can be stripped away so easily by disease.
Then it hit me, no matter how much you achieve, no matter how much you own, we will all die. You can be president of a country but your still going to die, it being as simple as a small car crash. CEO of a company or just a bum roaming the streets, were all equal because we will end up in the ground, what really matters is how you spend your life, being happy. Being happy as the poorest man in the world or the richest or anything in-between, materials don't matter they never did, no one will ever know you existed but you were there, happy and alive, thats all life should be about, not focusing on problems that don't exist. So yea, the cliche of "you only live once" did work its way in, you better spend it right because there is only one ending.
Wish you all a thousand good experiences.
~Arl's
hope it makes it to erowid
