I wanted to share a trip with you.
Dosage: Unknown. (Extract 60x of Salvia Divinorum).
Route of administration: Smoked.
Duration: 15 minutes.
Place: In my house.
The most notable difference of this experience with the previous ones (all 20x) is that the first sensations already appeared with the smoke retained in my lungs. For me, this fact was definitive and I knew in advance that I was going to experience a very powerful journey.
The typical fractals that always accompany me under the effects of Salvinorin A were presented quickly: small forms of saturated colors around the contours of inanimate objects. These beautiful fractals suddenly covered the back of my brother who was sitting next to me, and they gently traced his silhouette from the small of the back to the nape of the neck. They were bright green, yellow and red.
They reminded me of the war hats that the American Indians wear on their heads.
Without warning, the reality she bent over herself and became an "optical toy". It seemed like a kaleidoscope fluttering beyond the depths of existence and its appearance. After that feeling I suffered a blackout and fell unconscious.
My brother and B were with me at that time. My brother was scared with my facial gestures that according to his later comments were stunned, broken and limp, and the expression of my eyes lost in the emptiness overwhelmed him enormously to the point of feeling the need to get my attention. He hastened to call me back to Reality.
-Are you here? ... He told me. - "No, I'm not here." I would have said if I could have said something.-
I awoke in a strange and unknown place, blurred and unrecognizable, I would say that I had awakened in the middle of a very deep sleep. I heard my brother's voice like a distant whisper, as if it were a vague murmur of discrete and distant things. Once again, I fell unconscious and reawakened in that new strangeness that little by little was emanating recognizable forms. A moment later I began to perceive subtly shapes around me that I was already able to retain in my memory.
The dining room in my house had literally turned into the counter of a railway toy store that faced the street, and as difficult as it seems to believe, I had no indication that it was sitting on my couch. The atmosphere of this dependence was reminiscent of the 40s, the colors were ocher and muted. I looked down and small rails were drawn below me; two lanes of silver and shiny metal that pierced my body. Literally I was becoming a rigid extension of the front of a small train car, which followed the direction of the tracks firmly, but apparently did not move in any direction (I can not explain this contradiction better).
I had become a toy!
At this point, there is no trace of my ego anywhere. I was no longer human, not even consciousness could glimpse in me any personality or character. My identity had broken into a thousand pieces and my body wandered suspended entangled with various forms that arose in that archaic shop. I was in a state of constant transformation. All he possessed was consciousness, but it was an impersonal, vulgar, cold consciousness, a consciousness so primitive that only the Universe could understand it. My brother was not even something that I could recognize in my field of vision, I perceived it fused in the objects that were transforming everywhere. I was awake in a deep sleep.
Oh my God! If I could describe to you in detail the calm that had to emanate from my being at that moment so as not to fall violently in a panic attack, you would understand the seriousness of the situation. Literally, my life was that showcase, that scene. I had the feeling that my conscience had been born with this strange form, and that it would never escape from its clutches, not even death could free me from this enormous suffering because not even it existed. My conscience was like a fossil that would last all eternity.
-When did this life begin? When will it end? ... But ... what is all this? Do I know another reality? -... These were the existential doubts that my mind could decipher vaguely at that moment, and they were not exactly words, they were terrifying sensations that simulated the translation of those unknowns that imprisoned me in the unknown.
I could not stand the monstrous onslaught and I was scared. I had a strong adrenaline rush that reddened my face and a cold sweat spread through my hands, forehead and armpits. When I regained my rational faculties partially, the anguish and terror reached a higher level.
My brother put his hand on my thigh with a hospitable gesture and asked me if I was here, I nodded and said yes. ... But ... where was it? What was this place? Once again, another wave of terror hit me.
I was suffering in my mind a jumble of intermingled and volatile memories that did not allow me to access any aspect of my past life with precision ... If I had at least known that I had smoked Salvia ... But how can you ask such a thing when you do not know the essence of your own nature, the original form of your body or the logic that until now governed your conscience? This event continued in time as an unpleasant joke.
I assure you that ten minutes of the clock was an eternity, each second weighed about an hour. It time devoured me fearfully in its darkness.
Little by little I was recognizing my dining room, and finally I understood that I had smoked Salvia Divinorum. It was a great relief for me to be able to give a cause to the effect of everything that happened. The return to normal was abrupt and hard, let's say that my mind was reconfigured violently towards the everyday, and the violence of those timid and constant steps was very hard.
After, I started to laugh strongly, my curiosity to savor the limits of my perception was stronger than the anguish and hardness of the experience. Or rather, it was a joy to have experienced something so heartbreaking and not to have lost the judgment, nor the life.
My brother later told me that I had been articulating guttural sounds and that I was desperate to get off the "train" lol. Apparently I was shaking my arms violently, I even threw the Bong to the ground giving it a kick. I do not remember these facts. There is no doubt that there is a strong amnesia at high doses.
More, late, a euphoric intoxication flooded my being for the whole day and I thought deeply about what I had lived in the following days.
This experience was like a reward to my adventurous spirit, a precious treasure that I will carry inside of me until the end of my days. It was a spooky experiment, full of mystery and terror from which I learned a lot about my own limits.
Salvia Divinorum is not a joke, if you want to get deep into it, fasten your seatbelt the best possible. I warn you, there are many turbulences.
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