DOSE:

1 bowl

smoked

Salvia divinorum

(extract - 10x)

BODY WEIGHT:

125 lb

First, let it be noted that I have been reading about salvia for over 4 years. I have tried to gain as much knowledge about this plant before going forward with using it, and even now after all this research. I cannot express how ill-equipped I actually was for this experience. Sitter (or rope...=P) is absolutely required, peaceful surrounding atmosphere is essential!! Throughout this entire reading, during each level, I thought that was my life, and all that ever existed. Ever. I have a smoked weed on occasion (0-3~ times a month) for 3 years now, and have eaten acid twice (I love acid).

After smoking the whole bowl that I packed, I held my breath for as long as I could. Exhaling, I take deep breaths, nearly in a state of hyper ventilation. Eyes closed, I feel a growing sensation that my body is liquefying. My skin is becoming wavy, and my body is being massaged away into nothingness. Open my eyes... nothing. Thinking that maybe I need to take one more hit, I stick my hand out to reach the small bong with which I smoked.

As my left hand reaches out to grab the bong, eyes focused on the bong, chains that consisted of my hand (fingertip to wrist to fingertip pattern) started to rise from all vertical lines in the room. Chair legs, corners of the room, coffee table legs, lamps. More hands keep appearing, racing upwards. Soon followed by horizontal lines. Ceiling lines, desk tops, tv frames. All racing hands. Suddenly whole walls were covered by hands racing upwards. Soon the entire room is covered with hands, all centered around me/bong. Everything (all the hands) crashes like a wave onto the bong. And as they crash, breaking apart from each other. Like a wave in the ocean, as it curls, and crashes, exploding upon impact on itself. Enveloping me. The same time this is happening, it is also happening inside my skull. I can 'feel' the salvia enveloping my brain, rising up the inside of my skull, and I try to fight back, but its too powerful, and soon covered my entire mind. Darkness.

When I can 'see' again, I'm quite disoriented. I'm at the top of a cliff, or something, laying down on the most comfortable thing I have ever felt. What is it? Why does everything look so big? I am a 1x1 inch piece of cloth of a sweater being worn by a strange woman. I am the cloth that is resting on top of a woman's left breast. I am the part of the sweater resting on the top of this beautifully big breasted woman. I dare not get closer to the edge, as it ever increasingly slopes away. And because I can't even move, being part of a sweater and all. I can see farther now, beyond the sweater. My whole life, I never looked beyond that edge, but now I see so much. This woman is in a super market, at a cashiers desk. I can see down every aisle. And I want to leave. This is boring, I want to do something else. My sitter told me I shouted out, 'give me another hit, quick, I don't like where I am' as if a different piece of salvia would be a whole different trip.

Here I fought to get back to reality, in vain. Back and forth the real room would come into focus, only to dissolve back into the supermarket. Back and forth. I realized that I don't have to be this damn sweater anymore, and that this is just a mental experience, all I have to do is go back to my normal realm of life. All I have to do is throw this life as a sweater away. So here I am, floating in a vast expanse of black nothingness. In front of me are two cubic windows. One showing my normal realm of life, sitting with my friend in a quiet room. The other, showing the view of a supermarket, through the eyes of a 1x1 inch piece of sweater overlooking some huge tits. So I try to extinguish the sweater life by grabbing the cubic window, and trying to crush it. I kink in the corners, and try to compress it. Smaller and smaller it gets, the size of a crumpled up piece of paper, and I try to pull it away. Its connected to the vast expanse of nothingness. Try as I may, I cannot break it away. Like pulling a small air pocket on a balloon. I just cannot pull or squeeze it hard enough to detach it. An ongoing struggle of attempting to destroy the life of a sweater.

Third person of seeing myself struggling with the window to the life as a sweater. I see a person (me) and two cubics. I see this, but don't exist myself. Wait a second. Here I am again. Looking into a cubic, watching this person struggle, trying to end a life of the cubic that is the life of a sweater. This time I'm positive (just as positive as every time before it) that this is reality, and I'm just watching this poor fool struggling endlessly with this cubic that contains the life of a sweater, which is still ongoing, shopping, looking at food, picking up boxes, etc.

Third person of seeing myself watching a cubic of some poor fool. Third person. Vast expanse of black nothingness. A Final Cubic of a person watching a person struggle with the life of a sweater can be seen. In snakes an endless cylinder, partitioned to the infinite. Each little length of it is showing another life. These are the memories of the world. Of every person that ever lived. 'I' (there is no me) can go to any one that I want. Speeding forward along the length of this cylinder, I come upon a blank section. I wonder why I can't see it. Do I not remember it? I never knew about any of the other ones. Why specifically can't I see this one? Beyond it, I can see more lives. More events happening.

Side note: At this time, during the trip, I couldn't remember what I had experienced. The blank space is my trip. 'Amazing', chuckling giggles, 'Simply divine', 'Amazing', 'I can't believe it'. Finally back in the room with my friend, I figure I'm done tripping. Time to retell the story (laughing in amazement the whole time). As I piece what you just read together, and tell my friend, I notice that I'm still tripping. As I'm telling the story of my trip, my words precipitate into tiny fragments, which add on to the leading end of the cylinder of life. As I piece together my trip, I'm adding to it. When I finally finish my story of my 'whole trip', there is more to add, as I'm still tripping.

With the story finished, The Final Cubic slides perfectly into the white blank space on the cylinder of life. But now there is so much about my trip that has nothing to do with the cubics, and that must be told. As I tell my friend about how me telling him about my trip, added to this tube of life, I can't quite figure out why I can't say anything. Following the leading end of this snaking cylinder of life, I can make out something in the distance, the vast expanse of darkness is lifting. It's the back of my head. This endless tale of lives past is leading into my head. I can't say anything because it hasn't happened yet. This whole time I'm telling about the past, and now finally caught up to present tense, cannot say anything more.

As I finally figure everything out, and thinking out loud for my friend, I see that as I talk, it becomes the past. And now each word I speak precipitates into another tube of visual experiences, shooting around my head to reach the leading edge of the tube of life. The tube created by my own words dissolves, and then reforms onto the leading edge of the tube of life.

The one part that I can't ever describe is that all of this was happening at once. I was still the sweater, while I was watching me be the sweater, while I watched my self trying to end the life of the sweater, while I watched myself watch myself and on and on. As it happened, it just added on as layers, but I could still see/ experience the view before, up until I finally came back into the real realm of life.

Definite afterglow effect. Total trip where I wasn't 'in' the real room: 20 minutes.

Simply beautiful, tread carefully.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 68687
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: May 2, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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