I am rather inexperienced with drugs. I've been smoking cannabis regularly for about five months, have tried 4-AcO-DMT (not the same as DMT) once, and one tab of LSD once. I had never tried salvia.
On this day, I was expecting to be tripping LSD for the second time, and I was pretty excited. However, it fell through unimportant reasons, so I was just hanging out smoking cannabis with some friends (Chris and Kevin).
Unexpectedly, Chris suggested we smoke some salvia that he has. I initially backed off; I was expecting an hour or so build-up to a magical and beautiful trip, not an instant-peak trip where I didn't know what to expect.
I didn't know what the potency was, nor how much constitutes a lot. I was very high on cannabis and I trust Chris enough where I expected not to be screwed over.
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THE TRIP:
I smoked the salvia out of a small bong and lay on the floor. I started giggling rapidly and then my memory goes blank until I am thrust into a vortex of nothingness. I completely forget I'm tripping.
I try to gather the pieces of myself, although my body is gone and my ego barely exists. I try to piece together where I am and what I'm doing, like backtracking. I try to find memories of what happened to me, although turns out the memories were just objects in the room I was looking at.
As I put more pieces together, I become more and more confident that I can reconstruct my existence, but then I come across a memory, a memory of something I did while I was tripping on salvia (not knowing I'm tripping right now). I recalled falling and hitting my head on a metal chair and dying.
I had just convinced myself that I had died. But if I died, what am experiencing right now? Is this a torturous afterlife? Am I experiencing someone else's memory of me?
I kind of come back to reality. I see the room. But I am convinced it's not real. The world begins to collapse again, and then my body is peeled out of this universe into some incomprehensible fractal of time where the same thing keeps happening to me. I have no idea what is real. I have no idea if I'm alive, or if I even exist. I don't trust my own thoughts, and every time I piece together the room, I am thrust back into the vortex.
But sometimes it changes. I recall one time convincing myself I had died by smashing into a metal container of toxic fluid, instead of a metal chair.
After ten real-time minutes, reality slowly starts to stabilize. My sober friend tries to talk to me, and I can talk to him fine, but I was still very unsure as to whether he and the room were real or if I was just in another loop of the fractal. I slowly regain trust in my thoughts.
This was very similar to the dream everyone's had where they think they've woken up but are still dreaming...
...except it happened over and over and over and over, and every time I had to piece my existence and my surroundings back together only to be reminded that 1.) The room I'm in isn't real. I didn't piece my actual self back together. I'm about to be sucked back into the vortex. 2.) I'm dead. I am either in some afterlife or I am experiencing someone else's recollection of my death.
What's so strange about this trip was the time where it took place. It took place after my death, which was during my salvia trip. I was recalling an event that was still happening!!
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Later, Kevin told me it was 100x salvia, but he was unsure (It was black and powdery.). Either way, that was the most horrifying experience of my life, and if that were more much longer than ten minutes, I question whether I would have come out sane. I had literally lost mind what feels like many, many times.
No worries, though. In the end, I'm glad I experienced a truly bad trip. It gives a worthwhile perspective on the world. I should have no qualms about using other psychedelic drugs in the future, albeit with proper dosage of course.
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On this day, I was expecting to be tripping LSD for the second time, and I was pretty excited. However, it fell through unimportant reasons, so I was just hanging out smoking cannabis with some friends (Chris and Kevin).
Unexpectedly, Chris suggested we smoke some salvia that he has. I initially backed off; I was expecting an hour or so build-up to a magical and beautiful trip, not an instant-peak trip where I didn't know what to expect.
I didn't know what the potency was, nor how much constitutes a lot. I was very high on cannabis and I trust Chris enough where I expected not to be screwed over.
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THE TRIP:
I smoked the salvia out of a small bong and lay on the floor. I started giggling rapidly and then my memory goes blank until I am thrust into a vortex of nothingness. I completely forget I'm tripping.
I try to gather the pieces of myself, although my body is gone and my ego barely exists. I try to piece together where I am and what I'm doing, like backtracking. I try to find memories of what happened to me, although turns out the memories were just objects in the room I was looking at.
As I put more pieces together, I become more and more confident that I can reconstruct my existence, but then I come across a memory, a memory of something I did while I was tripping on salvia (not knowing I'm tripping right now). I recalled falling and hitting my head on a metal chair and dying.
I had just convinced myself that I had died. But if I died, what am experiencing right now? Is this a torturous afterlife? Am I experiencing someone else's memory of me?
I kind of come back to reality. I see the room. But I am convinced it's not real. The world begins to collapse again, and then my body is peeled out of this universe into some incomprehensible fractal of time where the same thing keeps happening to me. I have no idea what is real. I have no idea if I'm alive, or if I even exist. I don't trust my own thoughts, and every time I piece together the room, I am thrust back into the vortex.
But sometimes it changes. I recall one time convincing myself I had died by smashing into a metal container of toxic fluid, instead of a metal chair.
After ten real-time minutes, reality slowly starts to stabilize. My sober friend tries to talk to me, and I can talk to him fine, but I was still very unsure as to whether he and the room were real or if I was just in another loop of the fractal. I slowly regain trust in my thoughts.
This was very similar to the dream everyone's had where they think they've woken up but are still dreaming...
...except it happened over and over and over and over, and every time I had to piece my existence and my surroundings back together only to be reminded that 1.) The room I'm in isn't real. I didn't piece my actual self back together. I'm about to be sucked back into the vortex. 2.) I'm dead. I am either in some afterlife or I am experiencing someone else's recollection of my death.
What's so strange about this trip was the time where it took place. It took place after my death, which was during my salvia trip. I was recalling an event that was still happening!!
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Later, Kevin told me it was 100x salvia, but he was unsure (It was black and powdery.). Either way, that was the most horrifying experience of my life, and if that were more much longer than ten minutes, I question whether I would have come out sane. I had literally lost mind what feels like many, many times.
No worries, though. In the end, I'm glad I experienced a truly bad trip. It gives a worthwhile perspective on the world. I should have no qualms about using other psychedelic drugs in the future, albeit with proper dosage of course.
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Salvia is just so freakin insane and unlike any other substance that the few times I tried it I try to forget what the trip was like. It is like dying and finding out your entire life is a joke....time is not linear so your ego is caught between not being able to "count" time and figure out that you are on a drug. Scary.
