Hypnic_JerK
Bluelighter
This trip report is the trip salvia has been for me. Because it spans a couple years, the form is going to be a little different than usual- please forgive me!
I am writing this and the 2c-b-fly report because they offer the background to my upcoming DOC report, which may be interesting to a couple people who take my posts seriously
Please note that to fully explain these trips I would have to write at least 50 pages, so I’m going to keep it short and sparse.
Inexpierenced 2002
Salvia started for me sometime in highschool, maybe in the year 2002. I tried unextracted leaf out of a waterfall bong while staying with my friend in Virgina during the summer. I smoked about 2 grams in one hit from a 3 liter bottle, and was rewarded with a sense of foreboding and a strong dose of jamais vu.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0_vu#Related_phenomena)
During the fall season of that year I had my first real breakthrough. It remains the strongest experience of any kind I’ve had to date. I sat in the forest behind my house, in front of a pile of wood destined to be burned. I packed a bongload of 10x, torched it with a torch, and smoked it all into the chamber of the bong without hitting it. I then repacked the bowl, and smoked all that clearing the whole double dose in one hit.
First thing that happened was the lighter broke; I realized that I may just have been too fucked to operate it properly. The next thing, all the branches in front of me opened into a fan shape, and the ends of the sticks all grew either a hand or an eye. I was still conscious enough to make a mental note that this drug had spectacular visuals.
Next I was flying towards the back of my head, from the direction of the sun. I entered my brain and began paging through my memories, having no clue who I was. At the same time I was freaking out because I didn’t know how to interface with this reality properly and it felt permanent. I found memories of reading TR’s on erowid and wondered why those sick fucks would play such a cruel joke on the world. Surely people wouldn’t choose to do this
Over the next six months I relearned my personality and tastes. It was a fucked up time. Re-learning to write was a really interesting experience. However, I just came back to exactly who I was, I wasn’t different in any way. For about a year after the experience I had unusual reactions to drugs, noticeably they lacked euphoria. Alcohol and opiates didn’t make me feel pleasure and pot just made me stupid. And really I never get too fucked up anymore. I’m happy to be drunk and puking uncontrollably, I’m fine with a panic attack pot overdose, I can’t trip hard enough even when it takes me through hell.
Semi exp’d 2005
Freshman year in college my friends and I got into salvia for a while. We’d take turns laying in bed and smoking, sometimes doing it 20 times in a night. I’m not sure why and I can’t really remember it, despite the fact that we did many times over a couple weeks. One time I spoke to the bricks in my wall and freaked out my friends. Another time I saw the dimensional matrix and how everyone’s perceptions and thought processes put the on a slightly different dimension.
One development that came out of this time is how my friends and I realized that salvia will reveal the true nature of a drug to you if you’re high on that drug, smoke salvia, and come down. It’ll teach you about alcohol and pot, if you take the time to notice.
Semi exp’d 2006
This year I really got into salvia for a while, smoking it throughout the day for weeks on end. I would smoke standardized extracts for this kind of use, they’re much more pleasant, at times tasting like a freshly toasted marshmallow.
First I’d get fucked up on 20x standardized, and just notice reality tearing open on shit. Sometimes I’d hear voices talking to me. I started to notice that as reality gets torn open, something in your brain unzips. Then little creatures I call “tenders” or maybe u call them elves work to patch me back up. The best trip I had to see them was when I smoked just the right amount to break through- My consciousness was a flesh pyramid that poked up through the sand of a desert, then the fleshy outside bloomed and inside were neon wires and shit. A tender came over, pulled the fleshy outside back over my exposed whatever, and put sand back over the top of me as I receded. This process was neutral, and even though the tender was just a worker without any personality itself, it was quite majestic to see it up close.
Anyway during this period I developed my own theory of consciousness. I am just a grain of sand, and like a pearl I coat myself with layers of beliefs and thought. These are what create my dimension in the matrix of human perceptions, and prevent me from fully knowing anything or anyone. For me to really communicate with someone I have to hope my layers integrate with theirs perfectly. The pearl is layered like an onion, and the layers closest to the center are the most powerful and reality distorting. The closest layer is the layer of conscious though/inner dialogue that I have running in my head all the time. You have it too, its just the most noticeable layer of thought.
All this came to me pretty much directly through salvia. I started to notice that I heard the voices better when I wasn’t thinking those worthless chatterthoughts. (I was able to do this by focusing on my surroundings after I took the hit and looking for what would tear open- nothing tears if I look for it) So I would try and stop thinking like that, and then the tenders talk to me. The sound of the waves outside my window, the sound of the refrigerator running, or water flowing through pipes in the walls becomes the carrier for the tender's speech. I couldn’t really grasp what they were saying or anything until I started to trip with my eyes closed.
Then it became pretty easy. I am still thinking on another, deeper, layer, and the tenders can understand those thoughts pretty well. I tried asking them a question, namely, what is the meaning of life. Due to the nature of reality (if u know u know, explanations are worthless) they just punched me in the brain for asking such a stupid question. I had a couple of my friends try this too and they got the same result. This old hippie dude that runs one of the biggest online headshops tried it as well and got the same result. Its pretty funny to me now.
I couldn’t think of any more good questions to ask (I have now, some really fucking good ones, but I haven’t asked yet) so I just tried smoking bigger dosages. The bigger dosages had me falling through the layers of thought, and the further I fell the more the voices consolidated into one voice. The voice is just slightly feminine, and obviously a construct. I really don’t get people who think lady salvia is really a female, I mean what she has tits and can fuck? Please. Not human.
Anyway, if I smoke enough I just rocket through the pearl, and bust through the sandy exterior to an inside-out dome/cavern where I can just talk but am often overwhelmed. And you see, this world appears to be part of the true reality behind our atom-powered god dream of a world.
And this became terrifying to me, and through this experiment the real world started meaning less and less to me. I don’t know if I could successfully integrate the answers to my questions with the real world, especially not as a student with responsibilities. I feel this kind of exploration is best left to forest dwelling ascetics, or maybe myself when I have my life under better control, as I do feel like a mystic wanderer.
The voices started asking me why I kept coming back. I didn’t know at the time so I quit.
And here is a picture of exactly what entering that inside out dome was like. Note how the dude is all crouched down and half stuck and grasping for something he can’t reach. It takes a mind much more at peace than mine to really float out there with peaceful intent and austerity…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Flammarion.jpg
Please keep in mind this is a trip report of my experiences with salvia, not an experience with salvia.
Later, friends!
I am writing this and the 2c-b-fly report because they offer the background to my upcoming DOC report, which may be interesting to a couple people who take my posts seriously
Please note that to fully explain these trips I would have to write at least 50 pages, so I’m going to keep it short and sparse.Inexpierenced 2002
Salvia started for me sometime in highschool, maybe in the year 2002. I tried unextracted leaf out of a waterfall bong while staying with my friend in Virgina during the summer. I smoked about 2 grams in one hit from a 3 liter bottle, and was rewarded with a sense of foreboding and a strong dose of jamais vu.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%A9j%C3%A0_vu#Related_phenomena)
During the fall season of that year I had my first real breakthrough. It remains the strongest experience of any kind I’ve had to date. I sat in the forest behind my house, in front of a pile of wood destined to be burned. I packed a bongload of 10x, torched it with a torch, and smoked it all into the chamber of the bong without hitting it. I then repacked the bowl, and smoked all that clearing the whole double dose in one hit.
First thing that happened was the lighter broke; I realized that I may just have been too fucked to operate it properly. The next thing, all the branches in front of me opened into a fan shape, and the ends of the sticks all grew either a hand or an eye. I was still conscious enough to make a mental note that this drug had spectacular visuals.
Next I was flying towards the back of my head, from the direction of the sun. I entered my brain and began paging through my memories, having no clue who I was. At the same time I was freaking out because I didn’t know how to interface with this reality properly and it felt permanent. I found memories of reading TR’s on erowid and wondered why those sick fucks would play such a cruel joke on the world. Surely people wouldn’t choose to do this
Over the next six months I relearned my personality and tastes. It was a fucked up time. Re-learning to write was a really interesting experience. However, I just came back to exactly who I was, I wasn’t different in any way. For about a year after the experience I had unusual reactions to drugs, noticeably they lacked euphoria. Alcohol and opiates didn’t make me feel pleasure and pot just made me stupid. And really I never get too fucked up anymore. I’m happy to be drunk and puking uncontrollably, I’m fine with a panic attack pot overdose, I can’t trip hard enough even when it takes me through hell.
Semi exp’d 2005
Freshman year in college my friends and I got into salvia for a while. We’d take turns laying in bed and smoking, sometimes doing it 20 times in a night. I’m not sure why and I can’t really remember it, despite the fact that we did many times over a couple weeks. One time I spoke to the bricks in my wall and freaked out my friends. Another time I saw the dimensional matrix and how everyone’s perceptions and thought processes put the on a slightly different dimension.
One development that came out of this time is how my friends and I realized that salvia will reveal the true nature of a drug to you if you’re high on that drug, smoke salvia, and come down. It’ll teach you about alcohol and pot, if you take the time to notice.
Semi exp’d 2006
This year I really got into salvia for a while, smoking it throughout the day for weeks on end. I would smoke standardized extracts for this kind of use, they’re much more pleasant, at times tasting like a freshly toasted marshmallow.
First I’d get fucked up on 20x standardized, and just notice reality tearing open on shit. Sometimes I’d hear voices talking to me. I started to notice that as reality gets torn open, something in your brain unzips. Then little creatures I call “tenders” or maybe u call them elves work to patch me back up. The best trip I had to see them was when I smoked just the right amount to break through- My consciousness was a flesh pyramid that poked up through the sand of a desert, then the fleshy outside bloomed and inside were neon wires and shit. A tender came over, pulled the fleshy outside back over my exposed whatever, and put sand back over the top of me as I receded. This process was neutral, and even though the tender was just a worker without any personality itself, it was quite majestic to see it up close.
Anyway during this period I developed my own theory of consciousness. I am just a grain of sand, and like a pearl I coat myself with layers of beliefs and thought. These are what create my dimension in the matrix of human perceptions, and prevent me from fully knowing anything or anyone. For me to really communicate with someone I have to hope my layers integrate with theirs perfectly. The pearl is layered like an onion, and the layers closest to the center are the most powerful and reality distorting. The closest layer is the layer of conscious though/inner dialogue that I have running in my head all the time. You have it too, its just the most noticeable layer of thought.
All this came to me pretty much directly through salvia. I started to notice that I heard the voices better when I wasn’t thinking those worthless chatterthoughts. (I was able to do this by focusing on my surroundings after I took the hit and looking for what would tear open- nothing tears if I look for it) So I would try and stop thinking like that, and then the tenders talk to me. The sound of the waves outside my window, the sound of the refrigerator running, or water flowing through pipes in the walls becomes the carrier for the tender's speech. I couldn’t really grasp what they were saying or anything until I started to trip with my eyes closed.
Then it became pretty easy. I am still thinking on another, deeper, layer, and the tenders can understand those thoughts pretty well. I tried asking them a question, namely, what is the meaning of life. Due to the nature of reality (if u know u know, explanations are worthless) they just punched me in the brain for asking such a stupid question. I had a couple of my friends try this too and they got the same result. This old hippie dude that runs one of the biggest online headshops tried it as well and got the same result. Its pretty funny to me now.
I couldn’t think of any more good questions to ask (I have now, some really fucking good ones, but I haven’t asked yet) so I just tried smoking bigger dosages. The bigger dosages had me falling through the layers of thought, and the further I fell the more the voices consolidated into one voice. The voice is just slightly feminine, and obviously a construct. I really don’t get people who think lady salvia is really a female, I mean what she has tits and can fuck? Please. Not human.
Anyway, if I smoke enough I just rocket through the pearl, and bust through the sandy exterior to an inside-out dome/cavern where I can just talk but am often overwhelmed. And you see, this world appears to be part of the true reality behind our atom-powered god dream of a world.
And this became terrifying to me, and through this experiment the real world started meaning less and less to me. I don’t know if I could successfully integrate the answers to my questions with the real world, especially not as a student with responsibilities. I feel this kind of exploration is best left to forest dwelling ascetics, or maybe myself when I have my life under better control, as I do feel like a mystic wanderer.
The voices started asking me why I kept coming back. I didn’t know at the time so I quit.
And here is a picture of exactly what entering that inside out dome was like. Note how the dude is all crouched down and half stuck and grasping for something he can’t reach. It takes a mind much more at peace than mine to really float out there with peaceful intent and austerity…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Flammarion.jpg
Please keep in mind this is a trip report of my experiences with salvia, not an experience with salvia.
Later, friends!
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