therapture
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One of my deep salvia experiences went like this:
Me and a very good friend of mine went to his house to introduce salvia to his dad. Yes, that's right, a 50+ year old DAD of a 25yr old. I am 35+ and am experienced with strong salvia trips. My friend had only tried it once prior to this night, this would be his second time, as we were going to let him observe us trip. A true 20x popular brand was measured out to 1/10g dosages using a scale. We had some very soft music in the background from some old classic rock station...and we had smoked some decent pot about a half hour before, so I was nicely lifted.
I ripped the salvia from a classic water bong, holding the butane lighter on the material the entire time as I steadily pulled and burned it all in one pull, holding that first lungful for a 15 count. I then cleared the bong, and TRIED a ten count...I don't remember how far I got....
...my reality was transformed into an existence straight out of a christmas snowflake globe, the kind you shake to make the flakes fly around. I, my friend, and his dad, were now extruded from the ice of a medium size pond, as if we were waist high in ice, but no, not IN it, but PART of it. I was holding some conversation with them, I remember no words, only a feeling of utter integration with them in a language sense. I was amazed at the complexity of the world around me, snow was falling all around use, and the ground outside the edge of the pond was covered in snow. Winding down from the mountains in the background, a stream twisted and warped it's way to the pond, fusing into the ice as it entered. The stream was not of water, but of pure music, the pure music that only exists in your mind, unencumbered by the stifling bonds of paper and ink, a music that was flowing, not of physical sound but of a psychic flavor of pure emotion. I knew I was inside a globe, that nothing existed beyond the walls, there was no want of anything else, no curiosity about what lie outside, and it felt completely and utterly real, a timeless existence in a finite universe. As I came to, the reality I had unknowingly left behind started to fade back in, and I was left utterly astounded at the reality of it all.
Me and a very good friend of mine went to his house to introduce salvia to his dad. Yes, that's right, a 50+ year old DAD of a 25yr old. I am 35+ and am experienced with strong salvia trips. My friend had only tried it once prior to this night, this would be his second time, as we were going to let him observe us trip. A true 20x popular brand was measured out to 1/10g dosages using a scale. We had some very soft music in the background from some old classic rock station...and we had smoked some decent pot about a half hour before, so I was nicely lifted.
I ripped the salvia from a classic water bong, holding the butane lighter on the material the entire time as I steadily pulled and burned it all in one pull, holding that first lungful for a 15 count. I then cleared the bong, and TRIED a ten count...I don't remember how far I got....
...my reality was transformed into an existence straight out of a christmas snowflake globe, the kind you shake to make the flakes fly around. I, my friend, and his dad, were now extruded from the ice of a medium size pond, as if we were waist high in ice, but no, not IN it, but PART of it. I was holding some conversation with them, I remember no words, only a feeling of utter integration with them in a language sense. I was amazed at the complexity of the world around me, snow was falling all around use, and the ground outside the edge of the pond was covered in snow. Winding down from the mountains in the background, a stream twisted and warped it's way to the pond, fusing into the ice as it entered. The stream was not of water, but of pure music, the pure music that only exists in your mind, unencumbered by the stifling bonds of paper and ink, a music that was flowing, not of physical sound but of a psychic flavor of pure emotion. I knew I was inside a globe, that nothing existed beyond the walls, there was no want of anything else, no curiosity about what lie outside, and it felt completely and utterly real, a timeless existence in a finite universe. As I came to, the reality I had unknowingly left behind started to fade back in, and I was left utterly astounded at the reality of it all.
. I felt pretty refreshed too.
. has anyone else had bad experiences like this? Is there a way for me to overcome the bad effects in order to achieve an insightful psychedelic experience?
