Hillbilly Dan
Bluelighter
The first time I heard of salvia was the summer after I graduated high school. At this time I had absolutely no experience with psychedelics. The only thing I had ever done was some weak reefer out of a coke can in my friends backyard. I heard about salvia first from a friend who used to frequent a local hookah bar that sold it. They hadn’t been selling it for long and it hadn’t gotten real popular in the area yet so there weren’t a lot of people I knew who had actually done it. The one person I talked to described the experience as “like being the really drunk person at a party. You get really loud and giggle a bunch.” Oh ok, I thought, it must be just like pot.
The first time my friends and I tried it we smoked some 5x out of a hookah at the bar. None of us were real heavy smokers so nobody held the smoke in for long. We all just ended up coughing a whole bunch and giggling. My experience was a lot like that of the person I talked to first. Everything in the room got sort of louder, including me, and everything was really funny. I got a weird body sensation of moving forward, and a tingling sensation in my arms and legs. The whole experience only helped to reinforce my opinion that salvia was just like weed.
The second time we did it we were at the bar again and it was 30x. I only found out what strength it was after the trip. I took the first hit out of the hookah. I held the smoke in for as long as I could, which to me felt like an eternity but was probably only about 15 seconds. When I exhaled I started coughing, and coughing, and coughing. I couldn’t stop I just kept coughing. It felt like my lungs were on fire. I began to think I had reawakened my childhood athsma and was having an attack. The last thing I remember clearly was looking up, still coughing, just long enough to see that it was my turn on the hookah again. I waved my arms to say no and everybody giggled at me, then everything melted away. The trip didn’t “come on” there was no transition what so ever. I was in this reality then I was simple as that. I experienced instantaneous ego death. i still existed but my name, family, friends, life history, and all knowledge of anything having to do with this reality was destroyed. What I saw was so indescribable, and a lot of it is still jumbled in my mind, but I’ll try to put it into words as best I can.
Every outline of every object in the room echoed out and kept stretching out into infinity. There was a long metal vortex that stretched in front of me spiraling downward ( I think this was the pipe that connected the mouth piece to the hookah.) Every sound in the room from the music on the radio, to my friends laughing turned into this cacophony of voices that were rhythmically chanting something that sounded like “CAPTAIN MYSTERRRIA!” over and over. I felt like everything was moving downward and I was diving through multiple planes of existence. Every time I fell into another reality I would try to hold on to it and stop the trip, but I couldn’t and I would fall again. I thought that if I couldn’t stop falling I would never be able to stop and would be trapped in this endless cycle forever. I began to feel this overpoweringly strong sense of deja vu, like I was experiencing a reoccurring dream from my infancy or even my own birth. The trip took a hold of this thought and warped it. I began to think that my entire life had not been real and what I was seeing was what lay behind the curtain of perception. I had broken the universe I had created and could never get back to it again. Then I began to fall slower. I began to see the realities I was falling through more clearly. It was like watching an old VCR that had bad tracking. I could see that I was in the hookah bar now, but the image I saw kept moving downward and reappearing at the top of my field of vision. The shifting got slower and slower until it stopped completely and I was back in this reality. Even though I couldn’t see any more visuals I still had this fear that I was still tripping and at any moment I could fall again. This feeling lasted pretty much the rest of the night. I looked up and saw that everybody was laughing at me and I didn’t know why. (It wasn’t till later I found out all the stupid stuff I had done when I was tripping which included doing a reverse somersault over the back of the couch I was sitting on and screaming “WHAT THE FUCK!!” for a minute straight.) The guy who was lighting our hookah was asking what flavor tobacco we wanted to smoke now. I sobered up just enough to say “Watermelon please”
Overall I would say this trip, while being scary as hell, was a positive experience. It changed my views on reality and life and made me a more positive person. I’ve matured a lot since that first trip and have began experimenting with psychedelics. I’ve done a few including 2ce and E but nothing compares to that first trip. I’ve done salvia a few times since then but only in very low doses. I’m thinking about doing a high dose trip again soon but this time I will probably be by myself or with a close friend and in an environment I can have better control over.
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The first time my friends and I tried it we smoked some 5x out of a hookah at the bar. None of us were real heavy smokers so nobody held the smoke in for long. We all just ended up coughing a whole bunch and giggling. My experience was a lot like that of the person I talked to first. Everything in the room got sort of louder, including me, and everything was really funny. I got a weird body sensation of moving forward, and a tingling sensation in my arms and legs. The whole experience only helped to reinforce my opinion that salvia was just like weed.
The second time we did it we were at the bar again and it was 30x. I only found out what strength it was after the trip. I took the first hit out of the hookah. I held the smoke in for as long as I could, which to me felt like an eternity but was probably only about 15 seconds. When I exhaled I started coughing, and coughing, and coughing. I couldn’t stop I just kept coughing. It felt like my lungs were on fire. I began to think I had reawakened my childhood athsma and was having an attack. The last thing I remember clearly was looking up, still coughing, just long enough to see that it was my turn on the hookah again. I waved my arms to say no and everybody giggled at me, then everything melted away. The trip didn’t “come on” there was no transition what so ever. I was in this reality then I was simple as that. I experienced instantaneous ego death. i still existed but my name, family, friends, life history, and all knowledge of anything having to do with this reality was destroyed. What I saw was so indescribable, and a lot of it is still jumbled in my mind, but I’ll try to put it into words as best I can.
Every outline of every object in the room echoed out and kept stretching out into infinity. There was a long metal vortex that stretched in front of me spiraling downward ( I think this was the pipe that connected the mouth piece to the hookah.) Every sound in the room from the music on the radio, to my friends laughing turned into this cacophony of voices that were rhythmically chanting something that sounded like “CAPTAIN MYSTERRRIA!” over and over. I felt like everything was moving downward and I was diving through multiple planes of existence. Every time I fell into another reality I would try to hold on to it and stop the trip, but I couldn’t and I would fall again. I thought that if I couldn’t stop falling I would never be able to stop and would be trapped in this endless cycle forever. I began to feel this overpoweringly strong sense of deja vu, like I was experiencing a reoccurring dream from my infancy or even my own birth. The trip took a hold of this thought and warped it. I began to think that my entire life had not been real and what I was seeing was what lay behind the curtain of perception. I had broken the universe I had created and could never get back to it again. Then I began to fall slower. I began to see the realities I was falling through more clearly. It was like watching an old VCR that had bad tracking. I could see that I was in the hookah bar now, but the image I saw kept moving downward and reappearing at the top of my field of vision. The shifting got slower and slower until it stopped completely and I was back in this reality. Even though I couldn’t see any more visuals I still had this fear that I was still tripping and at any moment I could fall again. This feeling lasted pretty much the rest of the night. I looked up and saw that everybody was laughing at me and I didn’t know why. (It wasn’t till later I found out all the stupid stuff I had done when I was tripping which included doing a reverse somersault over the back of the couch I was sitting on and screaming “WHAT THE FUCK!!” for a minute straight.) The guy who was lighting our hookah was asking what flavor tobacco we wanted to smoke now. I sobered up just enough to say “Watermelon please”
Overall I would say this trip, while being scary as hell, was a positive experience. It changed my views on reality and life and made me a more positive person. I’ve matured a lot since that first trip and have began experimenting with psychedelics. I’ve done a few including 2ce and E but nothing compares to that first trip. I’ve done salvia a few times since then but only in very low doses. I’m thinking about doing a high dose trip again soon but this time I will probably be by myself or with a close friend and in an environment I can have better control over.
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