I've experimented with a quarter ounce of very good 10x and a quarter of equally good 20x in the past few months. Here's my take...
Salvia definitely comes with an external "entity". I didn't come into this thinking "wow! I'm going to see an indian god!". I came into it with the same stoic attitude I always have with drugs... "chemical reaction." But my experience and the experience of everyone I've shared with confirms for me that there is an "it" to salvia. Whether it taps some sort of "god reflex" that we've evolved to house in our brains or whether there is something behind it - I wouldn't venture to guess. But if you haven't felt anything from Salvia, it's because "it" is not ready or willing to engage you.
The "it" may be your unconscious mind, or "it" may be some kind of metaphysical entity. Take your pick. But I can say with a high degree of confidence that if you make the proverbial contact, you'll know it; and you'll understand what I'm saying.
My abbreviated experience:
I first got some 10x and took one hit.. at home alone. It scared the hell out of me even though it didn't do very much. I'm always a little apprehensive testing really powerful stuff out. In the following weeks I inched my way into these waters smoking gradually more and more. The first few experiences with this drug definitely seem to be pulling and twisting and spiraling. A few times I thought to myself "never again." To me, these are Salvia's warning signs: a sort of "feel this instensity and know that if you go any further, anything may happen." The message gets through...
If Salvia hasn't scared you off for good at this point, the next question is - does it
like you? I know it sounds strange to the uninitiated, and to the skeptic maybe downright silly. From the psychological viewpoint it might be something like "do you like yourself and/or is there anything traumatic in your life that is severely repressed?" You are flirting with merging into the basic energy pool of your own mind. And this fundamental fabric of your psyche
will take the form of another entity.
One fine evening I decided that I'd become comfortable enough with this damn wild thing to do two gravity bong hits in the kitchen sink. I had my bedroom all ready with a candle and some good music ready for "play". I barely made it to my bed. My one leg was actually hanging a little off of it. My ego was instantly obliterated and this was the ride. I hate to polute the experience with words because they betray any such experience... to say "i thought I was dead" is itself so self-contradictory because there was no "i"... those are the words of recollection.
In one of my earlier experiences I had felt like I was the blade of a plow, and earth was flapping up over top of my head. And it really felt
earthy. I grew up near cornfields and small farms and it reminded me of that. During my "ego death" experience, it was as if I were above the fields. Being shown the macrocosm of this reality. It wasn't extremely vivid visually... it was more a "knowing" something than "seeing" it.
It's still legal here and I have a couple ounces of 30 on the way so hopefully I'll have more to share. Thanks for listening!
R
