DOSE:

2 hits

smoked

Salvia divinorum

(extract)

BODY WEIGHT:

130 lb

Holy fucking shit.

I feel I must share this experience, because it is by far the most potent of any I've experienced in my entire life. Let me first preface by saying that I am no stranger to tripping: I've done acid about a hundred times, shrooms a handful of times, heavy doses of DXM, and even mescaline once. On all of those I experienced heavy, heavy trips, and have always been able to handle it just fine. The experience was always enjoyable, and even if the odd trip was not 100% comforting/pleasant, I always felt like I learned from it and was a better person as a result.

None of them even came close to what this salvia did to me.

I cannot emphasize enough the importance of SET and SETTING. I woke up early this morning and ate my customary breakfast, a large bowl of cereal, went out to run a few errands and was back at home about two hours later. I had pre-planned the salvia smoking, which is essential; it would be utterly fucking stupid do this on a whim and at the mercy of one's surroundings .

First I loaded a couple of songs that I had previously selected as good trip songs onto Winamp, then pulled out my 'crack pipe' (a fine piece crafted of aluminum foil). I was at home alone (ideal for the first-time trip), and locked the doors and turned off all the phones so I would not be distracted. Again, a very good idea. When my husband came home later and asked why I didn't answer the phone, I was like, 'Oh, probably because I didn't know what a phone WAS at that moment in time!'

I set up my crack pipe and spooned in a tiny amount of salvia 20x extract on top of some opium that had been in there previously but which in my opinion was very weak (and had already been reduced to mostly ashes). The amount of salvia used was just enough to fit on the end of the pointy part of a pair of nail trimmers. I took one hit and felt a slight buzz. I took another hit, and the visuals on my big-screen TV automatically expanded to become 3D. These are by far the most intense hallucinations I have ever had in my life. I was staring at the TV in awe, at the incredible depth and detail of the moving pictures before me. And then things started to get really weird.

I had no idea WHO I was, where I was, what time it was. I felt like time had stopped and I had been transported to another dimension. I hallucinated that I was a child on display on a shelf in a department store, and I was like, 'What the fuck is going on here?' I had no idea how I even got there. There was a complete disconnect between what & where I was just a few minutes before and where I was now. I was somebody else entirely. The only comparable experience I've had was back in high school when I ingested 1 gram of DXM and that walls around me completely disappeared and I again felt like I was in another time and place. But this was about a hundred times more intense.

At this point, I cannot speak. Then, a few moments/minutes later (don't know which), I became aware of the fact that I was INTENSELY FUCKED UP. I started to feel panicky, and I crushed my crack pipe so that I wouldn't smoke anymore. For some reason I think that people can hear me, so I try to say to my husband, 'This is fucked up. We need to save this for a party...' What I am really trying to say is that I need to put this stuff away because I cannot handle this right now.

As I try to speak however, it is not my words that are coming out of my mouth. It's the lyrics to a song I have never heard before. Every time I try to open my mouth, it's the song coming out. I can't believe it. I can't control my speech!

I try to stand up. Everything is sideways. Everything I look at is distorted, as if it had been melted and then stretched. And this distortion moved with me as I turned my head. That kind of freaked me out. I felt like I needed to call for help. Fortunately, I had done some research on salvia and knew that it was relatively short-acting. This little bit of knowledge helped me get through that intense thrust of dimension-tripping. I was still hallucinating unbelievably. I wondered if my vision would ever return to normal. I decided against calling for help because, after all, I was the TRIP MASTER (previously established), and anyway, nobody would know what to do for me anyway. I was the person best equipped to handle myself, and even in my extreme fucked-upness, I knew this.

I needed a break from the intensity of the music and visuals. I thought, 'If I can just go outside and look at the trees, I will feel much better.' I should have applied sunscreen before I started this, but I didn't. I realized that if I went outside without it, I would undoubtedly get sunburned. So I managed to get to the kitchen and smear the white goo all over my face and chest, which wasn't disturbing at all; I didn't actually feel it that much.

When I went back to the back door, my fucking neighbor was mowing his lawn, and the noise was really annoying, so I decided to stay inside. I sat down on the couch and watched the screen. By this time I was starting to come down, and my consciousness had settled somewhat back to near where it was before. I still felt like I was tripping, and I still had those awesome visuals, but I realized now that I was here, safe in my own house, alone, and nobody knew that near freakout I had just embarked on.

It's been nearly an hour now and I can still feel it. My hands and face are still numb. I am amazed at what I have just done. Definitely NOT for amateurs, nor for anyone who is at all hesitant, doubtful, or nervous about tripping. This is a SEVERE psychological trip.

I'll probably do it again, now that I know what to expect. It definitely pays to do your research, but no amount of research would prepare me for this!

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 72442
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Oct 2, 2019	Views: 594
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