DOSE:

1 hit

smoked

Salvia divinorum

(extract)

BODY WEIGHT:

165 lb

Prior use of psychadelics- salvia on several occasions, mushrooms, morning glory seeds, cannabis, and DXM (has psychadelic like qualities, though classified as dissociative).

My most recent occasion causes these experiences to seem... Diluted, ineffective, powerless in comparison to the goddess that is salvia. To explain the effects of salvia would be like trying to explain everything. Though nothing is final, nothing is real, contradiction is imminent. Here is a meager attempts to describe my journey into the garden of eden.

The day started with waking up late as usual. My friend Joe and I had ordered a spawnbag of cyanescens, a gram of 15x salvia and some kratom extract online, but that day we really wanted to journey. We decided to go to a local headshop to buy some salvia, on our first attempt we were denied, so we tried another local. success! We went home with a gram of purple sticky 25x salvia extract after the usual cooing of 'be sure to sit down, have someone watching you, be careful' from the employee running the shop. We waited a few hours until we felt we were ready for our voyages. We walked to a nice area behind Joes shed so we could seat ourselves on a small stair case and a log. Joe asked if I was ready, so I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and put the peice to my mouth.

I took the hit, held easily for 30 seconds or so. It hit me like a ton of bricks, waiting, balanced precariously just out of reach to topple onto my head at the right moment. I felt my body curl into itself, with slow meticulous jerking motions.

'I have been here before', I thought. 'But we all have, we all have'. This last thought pattern echoed as I lay curled in the fetal position on a conveyer belt. It was made out of pure emotion, of color, of sound, of everything. Pistons were elaborately placed all around, as They de-materialized into nothingness and blackness. I fell for merely seconds into what appeared to be a one seat movie theater. 'Mikes Head Production' was the only thing I could say. The seat swayed and jerked in different directions as images appeared directly in my head.

Sadly I saw an American flag being burned as the first image that popped into my head. I could hear the radio, but it was just flashes for miliseconds of different songs, different talk shows, different frequencies. I saw The Beatles on stage playing a show, psychadelic colors flashed before my eyes, purple and yellow swirls. All the while Mikes Head Production was my only thought. I saw different flickers of movies, some unrecognizable, some favorites of my own. I saw Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas flash into my head, where Johnny Depp swats invisible bats away with a fly swatter, in his own state of unknown.

I could feel nature unfolding before my eyes, everything that existed or didn't exist came to be engraved into my thought pattern slowly and I could feel it being carved into my mind, the image of a brain floating in the air against a purple and yellow swirly background appeared in my head, with tiny aztec-like designs being magically imprinted into it. Several lines moving of thier own accord, as though tiny pencils were all doodling on it at once.

I could feel my hands against a cold wiry substance, and as I realized that it was the chicken wire that was next to my conscious body I discovered that I had just crawled back through the beautiful folds of time, slowly, through media. Through song. Through movies. Through radio. Through pictures. Through myself. Joe told me I was talking gibberish, the only word he could interpret was Mikes. The words unfolded in my head as I repeated the incoherent frase he had just heard, that was so important during my experience. 'Mikes Head Production?' I asked slowly, still under the influence of the powerful phsychadelic. He told me thats most likely what I had said. I tried to relay my journey to him, but could only remember bits and pieces just as in this report. I asked how long I was inside myself (as I now call it) and he told me it was about 5 minutes or so.

That was a strong blow amongst them all so far. I was thinking how incredible it was that the hour or so it felt I was tripping, in real time it was merely 5 minutes. Joe was next, but I was scared that I wouldn't know what to do if he tried to get up (I was still under the influence) and walk around, as my feet slipped and slid around on the mossy staircase and I cleaned the drool from my arm. He told me it would be okay and I trusted him, as one of my best friends, maybe a sort of soul mate. Salvia changed my life, everything is different in the right direction.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64622
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Sep 27, 2019	Views: 691
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