Citation: M. "The Doom Train: An Experience with 25I-NBOMe & Salvia divinorum (25X Extract) (exp102442)". Erowid.org. Mar 8, 2018. erowid.org/exp/102442
Well into a pretty heavy 2ci-nbome trip, I decided to take a teency tiny wittle hit of 25x salvia that was bestowed upon me through some fortune.
Exhaling, I laid back and felt all the oncomings of this. Immediately I noticed the intense sharp-geometric and orderly visuals of the nbome, begin to morph and round off at the edges, becoming more animated, organic and fluid, and went much further indepth. There was a real life and meaning to it now, aside from pretty colors and shapes. Along with this, I felt the presence of someone, or more than one maybe. Some unseen hand unfolding and revealing various pages of this reality for me. It was like a circus joker figuresque thing, in the corners of my perception, manipulating the world in front of me, turning the pages. I started feeling I was in a great festival of life in all the universe. From out of the corners of my perception, I felt the warm company of others dancing morphing and frolicking around me. There was a very feminine presence to it all. The soul of womanly things, surrounding me, welcoming me to this world. I giggled and felt joyous. I sat in this experience, not feeling too out of place, as other-wordly as it all seemed. Slowly the salvia wore off and I was back into my nbome world. Now the nbome world didn't seem so intense or deep as I had thought, compared to this little taste of salvia world. I just had my first trip within a trip.
Then... I decided to take a normal hit and hold it in for a good time. Now, I don't know what I was expecting, but this was beyond anything I've ever thought possible as a state of being.
Now, I don't know what I was expecting, but this was beyond anything I've ever thought possible as a state of being.
Being conscious and witnessing what I did will forever have a lasting impact on my life.
This is my interpretation, putting this to words to the best of my ability, which oddly won't be that difficult, compared to trying to describe say lsd or mushroom trips.
Exhale. Now, I'm expecting something similar to what I just felt earlier, but with a little more zing so to speak. God I was wrong. So wrong.
Time freezes. I realize something very big is about to happen. Very big. 'Oh no,' I thought. 'Too much?' I knew it. This was it. Titatic was about to hit the iceberg. My perception of sound went to flat silence, and all I heard or sensed was this massive machine approaching from far far away. And by massive, I mean Unicron planet-devouring massive. Just being aware of it, so big, felt like it sucked all the air out of the room, the vacuum created on a beach before a tsunami.
A low rumbling, it rumbled with the force of a great machine that I could feel shaking me. The shaking felt physically real. It approached from the distance, making whirring and whizzing noises here and there. It was so big. I could feel this machine was sweeping a route, like a zamboni or lawnmower. It got extremely close, then whirred off along its path into the great distance, then coming back in a swelling ferocity. To and fro it went. Luckily I was a little prepped for this from reading some great stories of salvia experiences, and I realized that I was about to be shredded up once the machine made its pass over me.
But still, reading about it simply cannot prepare you.
I waited somewhat afraid now. Only frightened at how truly serious and big this felt. What will it do to me? This machine was mowing the lawn around my mind, and it would soon mow over my mind. Everything in front of me in my physical space began to push towards me, clutter up like an invisible hand was mashing my room into me. I stared at one spot on my wall, by a speaker and a can of beer sitting on top of it, and waited for it... I felt this machine shredding right past me. I was afraid to look anywhere else, and just waited for it to hit me. Then my turn came. It unzipped the seams of my reality. I saw the cracks open up in the walls and little faces peering back from behind the scenes. The can of beer and speaker became an intersect of where this machine had sliced through, and reality peeled back from floor to celing. It was like a knife tearing open a curtain. There were cuts and slashes all over my walls. It was so vivid. Just like seeing a knife tearing through a curtain, but with more fluidity than clothiness. The beer can had a face now like a cartoon. It was alive. All the objects and anything near these torn edges had faces and life to it... Little cartoon characters. I literally saw the fabric of reality rip open and the borders around and in it come to life. And when I looked into the other side, it was almost like 'Oops you weren't supposed to see that.' 'No data written here yet!' I wasn't sure, but looking into, or out of my room, I saw these 'puppeteers' holding my room together.. Chameleon-like camoflauged ninja people posed and stretched out on all sides of the walls and corners, holding it together in disguise, like they were supporting a front or a hoax.. When I noticed them, they shape-shifted and acrobatted themselves elsewhere and the room disappeared. This was a very brief and bizarre moment. I had no sense of inside or outside. Was I looking in at this or was I looking out? It seemed liked I was seeing the universe's safeguard of 'experiencing technical difficulties, be back with you shortly', while the rest of the program loaded up.
Looking back at this specific part though, I think I was just experiencing a space beyond my three dimensions and couldnt quite come to terms with what it was, and I was witnessing the architects of these constructs move about, like I was backstage watching the acts play out.
The shredding continued, or so I thought. It was just gone suddenly. I was expecting it to get stronger and more intense, but it leveled off and faded out peacefully. Going back a sec, it's important to note, during this shredding phenomena, I could feel a very unique but distinct burning sensation on all the edges this machine was cutting, like open wounds. It felt like a fire to me, but not painful, just a fiery feeling, in evenly cut folds.
Then I realized that was it. I'm in salvia world now, all in. It wasn't that bad afterall. It was just that serious impending onset, of something, something huge about to happen, that took me aback. But once I was there I felt ok. I also felt taxed, like I had reached the top of a mountain after a strenuous climb. I lay at the peak, exhausted and overwhelmed. I can't really describe much of the rest. I saw all the fantastic innerworkings of the nature of reality, all the little souls and people that work all the magic like a circus act. These creatures were very clown-like, nimble, cartwheeling and flipping and flowing here and there. I couldnt keep up. They seemed shadowy and elusive. I got a glimpse of all this, then the high receded. The entire time, I just kept saying 'Wow.' 'Oh my god,' to myself over and over. 'I had no idea.' 'Wow.' 'I didn't know it could be so big.' At this point, I was just in too much awe to try to make sense of anything. I was just happy to know I got through it.
I called this strong force a machine, mainly because of the sounds and vibrations I was getting from it. It was like a hedge-clipper or buzz saw. It had some very calculated and mechanized notions to it. But at the same time, it was just simply a huge surging force of energy. It was a very defining threshold between realities. One would have to actually experience it to understand how truly massive it feels. It also seemed finite though. I could sense its largeness which meant it had a size, right? Maybe for another time.
I know alot of higher level trips describe being shot out or blasted out into space, whatever decorative words you choose. But for me personally, it felt like it all came to me. I didn't go anywhere. I was here the whole time, but the rest of it blasted into me, or my space I know as reality. One of the most amazing experiences in my life so far.
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