DOSE:

1 hit

smoked

Salvia divinorum

(extract)

BODY WEIGHT:

140 lb

To preface I have done many mind-altering drugs prior to this experience, hallucinogens being my favourite. I had also done salvia several times, even the same brand as the one in this report. The salvia in question was from a local convenience store costing 15 bucks, it was titled “Drunken Gorilla 60x”. Now all the times before when I had done salvia it was rather pleasant albeit uncomfortable but as to be expected with a dissociative. There was absolutely nothing that could ever have prepared me for the abhorrent, unending torment that was to befall me.

I had just walked my dog, it was a cool sunny day and I was feeling good, I thought hell I haven't tried salvia in a while why not get some. I make a quick trip to the convenience store and head home not thinking anything of the situation, just another day. Right when I get home I unpack the salvia, there was barely anything in it! I thought “Did I just get ripped off?” but proceeded anyway. Now here's the crazy part, I put (not exaggerating) maybe four or five small pieces of the tea like substance in a pipe, probably less than 0.1 grams. I put the paraphernalia in my mouth, light it and inhale deeply, holding it in of course to get the effects faster. As soon as I exhaled it was if my brain knew something horrific was about to happen because I immediately thought “Wait do I want to do this?”

Almost instantly after that thought I felt the familiar feelings of salvia; i.e. extreme body load and dissociation but it VERY quickly started getting more intense. The feeling built so fast I leaned on the bed beside me as I was having the biggest panic attack of my life. I distinctly remember collapsing into my bed sheets and saying out loud “Oh Man!”

I was also thinking that is I was such loser for wanting to get high and that thought kept haunting me. No nightmare from my childhood or anything compared to this feeling. It was like being trapped in my body except whatever had trapped me was on a rollercoaster flying threw different levels of human suffering. I was so inebriated that I basically writhed in agony on my bed while a video was playing. It felt like I had taken fifteen hits of acid except there was no euphoria only utter dysphoria. For some reason I thought that my younger brothers were home (no one was home) while in this state and that petrified me as I was making so much noise fighting the high on my bed. I feared that they would bust in my room to see if I was ok and find me basically being poisoned and dying. I feared that as a result I would have to go to the hospital and my parents would think that I was a loser who does hard drugs while at home.

I had to keep saying to myself that this will be over soon but the more I did that the more intense the feeling got. The person in the video talking was making the experience way more intense as his voice sounded distorted and much louder. Every time I would writhe or contort my body to shake the unbearable body load it made it worse. If I tried to close my eyes and deeply breath or focus the closed eye visuals made it impossible. As far as open and closed eye visuals go they weren't as bad as the body load and feelings of dread. I couldn't keep my body or head still long enough to even focus on anything. When I did manage to see the visuals they were similar to LSD or mushrooms but less uniform and more chaotic. The tv playing in the background was becoming torturous and I desperately tried to find the remote but I couldn't get up.

I got into cycles of burying my face in the bed sheets, to drunkenly searching for my remote (it was on the table about five feet away) to thinking that I am experiencing the worst pain a human can endure. It got to the point where I was debating calling for help and that a hospital might be the only place that could save me. This continued for around five to ten minutes (it felt like hours) when FINALLY I could stop myself from seizing and laid in the fetal position on my bed. I was still extremely fucked up however but at least I had control now. I then felt very hot and thought I may vomit but suppressed the urge with a fan blasting over my radiating body. The tv was still a problem and I used my restored strength to roll over and check the table. Ah! There it is! The remote! I try to get up and grab it however I realize that my body weighs a ton, like I just slammed a bottle of hard liquor.

Gradually I got more control of my actions but I knew it wasn't over just that hope was there. I thought “What happened before I took this?” and “Are my siblings actually home?” I was stuck in a state of confusion and my mouth was becoming so dry that I feared I was very dehydrated. This overwhelming feeling of thirst is what caused me to finally sit up and by now that worst of the trip was over (I also turned the menacing tv off). Obviously I wasn't sober but I knew I had to try and walk. It was like learning to walk again, my legs were so tired from flexing and contorting for ten minutes straight. Eventually I grabbed a water bottle and filled it in the bathroom, drank half right away and returned to my room to relax (I was totally exhausted). When I was sober I laughed off the fact that I was freaking out about being found by my family but understood that absolutely NOTHING I will ever experience could be worse than that fifteen minutes of pure, unadulterated hell.

I truly believe that what I went through could be used as form of punishment or torture. Will I ever do salvia again? No. Will ever do hallucinogens again? (that aren't deliriants or dissociatives). Probably. I am writing this a couple of hours after smoking it and I feel completely fine, so more than likely there are no long-term health effects aside from awful memories.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113093
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Aug 17, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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