Salvia's a very interesting thing. It's most definitely one of (if not THE) the least accessible drugs out there and isn't for everyone, but with the right mindset it can be an amazing experience. How it can possibly remain legal unlike cannabis is fucking beyond me. I recommend trying it at least once. It's best to use a bong and torch lighter, but a pipe and bic will work too. Also, salvia has to burn, not smolder. So hold the flame over the extract for the entire duration of your drag.
For a first timer I recommend taking one fat bong rip of 20x extract with a sober sitter, hold it in for 5-10 seconds and waiting 10 minutes to see what that does to you. Then just take it from there, you can build on trips by smoking more, like taking one hit, experiencing the effects, and then taking another one 10 minutes later and that second hit could very well send you into hyperspace. But you may not want to do that and save the breakthrough trip for another day.
Read this before venturing into Salvia. Seriously.
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I had smoked a massive bowl about an hour and a half prior to this and was still kinda stoned. I put 2AM by Slightly Stoopid on repeat for the trip. I figured if I heard any music at all during the trip that I'd want it to be chill.
I moved my bed closer to the window so I could hit the pipe blow smoke out the window and lay down. I packed maybe like 3 hits worth of 20x extract into the bowl of my pipe and lit it with a torch lighter. i took a good hit, held it in for maybe like 5 seconds then took another right after. as i was setting my pipe down I noticed my vision was different. My arms looked foreign, like I'd never seen them before, it was definitely hitting me.
I set the pipe down and blew the final hit out. To do this I had to lift up the blinds over my windows a little, and as I did this I suddenly forgot what it was that I was looking at. Everything took on a square-like characteristic and I felt like I had become part of the thing. As I lifted one of the blinds up and down I felt as if the dark square of the nighttime outdoors was my actual body and I was stretching it bigger and smaller, my fingers felt as if they were pinching me and not the blinds. I managed to finally lie down and stared at my Pink Floyd poster. As this happened, the edges of everything around me began to spiral outward, and I felt as if I was being pulled somewhere.
then all of a sudden I’m with friends or some group people existing in some other world. and I’m noticing changes in my perception of reality, the feeling of my existence in that world began to shift. It started with a feeling of little bits of my face disintegrating outward. I’m talking with these people, kind of freaked out by this because the change was coming on very rapidly. I remember talking to these people and coming to the conclusion that someone gave me acid without me knowing it, saying "someone slipped me some acid? oh great, someone slipped me some acid, ahh…" as the collapse of my entire perception of everything got even more intense.
I started to see a weird fractal-like representation of my life and everything I knew. It wasn’t 100% visual, it was like a new sense, perceiving things in ways our five senses can’t. It became more and more beautiful and meaningful in my mind until it felt like I was somehow looking at myself and my life and everything in one single form. I felt physically part of it, and in awe all I could mutter was “oh my god…”
Then i was pushed down, weightless and bodiless but still able to see. visions of weird random memories and shit I could never recall or describe scrolled through some new sixth sense of sight and a voice started speaking to me. our conversation was in weird broken english that made absolutely no sense in this world but i could feel the meaning of it in whatever way we were communicating, it felt like I was asking him what the hell was going on. I looked at my arms and saw the edges of them get torn away straight into the images still passing by.
I felt like I was existing outside of those memories/images and my arms were the physical boundary to them. now I was being cut off. it was an incredibly real feeling physical tearing sensation. Think like a loose thread in a sweater that you pull out and keep following as you pull it out. it was like my body was a sweater, and all the entire thing was being yanked the fuck to nothing, and i felt all the threads undo one by one along my arms. Each thread of my arm being pulled away from me was the physical feeling of real life passing uncontrollably away from me.
at this point i was kind of scared of not existing, and the voice was saying to me "this is the last *something something*" and I got the idea that I was truly about to end. "what? why?" I tried to ask. the flow of images scrolled slowly to a stop: a view of a ceiling fan. I felt a change coming on, thinking this image was the last stop, the end of my life, where it all ends, because at that point I felt I had run out of threads, the process of me being erased was finally over. But then i started saying "oh that's right, salvia, i smoked salvia, fuuuuck that's right" out loud as if someone was there to listen.
i started to realize i was lying on my bed looking up at my ceiling fan. i tried to get up but couldn't, it was like i didn't know how to pull a comforter off me and hop out of bed. I looked at it in my hands and didn’t know what it was, nothing i saw or perceived was making much sense. But I started to get my motor skills back and managed to figure out where i was. i got out of my bed and looked at it with awe. every object in my room was alive in its own way, it had its own space and it was just THERE. I felt like if I got on top of my bed that I would be going inside it, it was bent inward but at the same time not. i got on the computer and tried to explain everything you just read above to a friend online through mangled and typo'd instant messages. It didn’t go well.
as i tried typing, the keyboard took on an alien form, the keys were completely fucked into some strange arrangement and i was trying desperately to type the right thing on this new weird device that was yet wasn't truly there. i gave up with that and just sat back and stared. My computer screen fractal’d infinitely through a space and depth i never knew existed, at times it vaguely formed a face. The effects gradually wore off over 10 or 15 minutes after coming to, and I was left with a nice afterglow the rest of the night, probably from being completely awestruck at just how much my mind was so utterly and completely fucked to pieces.
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I took one fat bong rip of 60x and laid down. within 10 seconds it hit me and i thought oh fuck i'm not prepared for this. i had meant to close my eyes but i guess i opened them. the ceiling immediately started spiraling/fractalling from the top corners of my vision, i felt myself being pulled upward into it, climbing into it. what then happened i swear has happened in every breakthrough experience i've had, but i always have little memory of it and it's so incredibly hard to describe, but i'll try. it's like my personal transition into the absolute peak of what salvia can do to you. there's always a voice telling me something. twice it's happened i was already high before i smoked the salvia, this night i was sober. the two high times the words were gibberish, but this time i could hear "this is what salvia does to you" or “this is what happens when you smoke salvia.” as this voice repeated, i was propelled through some kind of lightning fast never-ending accordion bellows (the collapsible center part between the two handles) that constantly shot upward. or perhaps like an infinite spring, and each loop in the spring was a part of my life and the universe. i was becoming the spring, loop by loop at rocket speed, shooting upward and through and into some other form of existence. but as this was happening, each idea/memory/form/part of existence associated with each loop was being taken away from me, completely destroyed. my ego and identity and mind were no more, and there was nothing but perception of this hellishly intense rollercoaster dimension.
as i got deeper and deeper into whatever it was, i had then become a mass of infinite never-ending tubes comprised as rolling pages in a book. the pages were constantly turning but their edges were like the tubes. they were the absolute core of life as i knew it, the true intangible makeup of the universe, what everything that exists is made up out of but that we can't perceive in normal states of consciousness. but these pages turned and the tubes rolled away until there was absolutely nothing left of me in any way or form, my existence in its entirety had been completely obliterated, even my perception. I was nothing.
what happened during this i don't remember obviously, but eventually my life began to piece itself back together again, bit by little bit in the form of those same tubes. but this time it was more of ocean waves of tubes rolling together, like a metal conveyor belt that you see at airports bringing me back into the right spot so salvia could spit me back through the correct tubes in the belt in which I, in the time and space of the true world, had occupied, like existence itself was this infinite belt of tubes and in the few minutes i was tripping, i had somehow transcended the entire thing from start to finish, experiencing everything and anything and then returning to my rightful place in its system.
as i started coming to, i could perceive the real world intertwined with the tubes, and the voice was telling me to go back to these real things i was seeing as i was being rolled back into reality through the belt. i heard the Boards of Canada playing on the stereo and it told me to go back to it, i saw the stereo system and it told me to go back to it, i was being re-introduced to my entire life, being reborn. as soon as i was conscious enough to stand up and (vaguely) see what I was doing, i did so, talking what probably sounded like gibberish to my friends about the mindfuck i just experienced, trying desperately to collect myself and become comfortable. My friends told me i was yelling something about "the sewers" while tripping and fearfully asking if i had just smoked salvia, as if it were some horrible thing i tried to deny.
eventually i slumped on the couch next to my friends jackson and josh. i had the impression that my friends were somehow "in on it" and that it was all some big cosmic joke that had been played on me, but that impression wore off as i started to sober up, but still tripping massive balls, and as i grew more and more aware of reality i started to remember that everything that just happened was caused by smoking salvia. i could do nothing but say "oh my fucking god" and stare at the table and all the things on it and all the objects in the room, understanding each and every one of them and feeling as if i was one with them all. i have never been more in absolute love with the world and everything in it than those moments on the comedown where it was finally all over and i had some strange insightful and profound understanding of not just the workings of the universe but the absolutely true existence of everything. the sense of relief and joy i felt to see real people that were my friends in the real world i've known all my life was so overwhelming that i told each of them that i loved them. and i really do.
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