Yesterday marked my first experience with salvia. My friend had acquired some 20x, which he had smoked before, and we both convened in his basement. Weve done shrooms a couple times, so I thought I knew what to expect. I was wrong.
After spilling the salvia on the floor, we finally managed to pick up the leaves and pack a decent bowl of it. I was up first. I hit the bubbler for what I felt like was a pretty big hit, and held the smoke in my lungs. I started counting. As soon as I hit about 10 seconds I noticed that everything I saw around me was funneling down to one point, my vision being drained away. I think I remember saying bye! to my friend but Im pretty fuzzy about this first part. As soon as my vision is gone, All I see is black. I start hearing jibberish voices, garbled beyond any recognition. I feel like someone is staring at me, in to my soul. I feel vision slowly creeping back-not coming in to focus, but more like it was walking in to view from the right side of my vision. What I saw (not what was actually happening) was my friend holding a big sheet, putting it in front of me, that contained my sight. He kept making passes with the sheets, holding on to handles on either side, locking them in to place with other sheets that he had placed in front of me. I felt small. I felt insignificant.
This omnipotent being was controlling what I saw...I could do nothing about it. Once all of the sheets were in place, I could see again. He started taking away the sheets of vision, one by one. I couldnt let that happen, so I would turn my head away from the blackness in order to find sight. Eventually I fall off of the couch I was sitting on. Standing up renewed my energy. I felt in control of myself now. This being who was controlling my vision would not have a grip on me anymore. I had broken free of his control by standing and I needed to use my newfound freedom. This was all in a span of about 30 seconds.
My body started moving before my mind caught up. Up the stairs and through the kitchen, then out the front door. I started sprinting, full bore, down the street, cutting through yards. Once again, I felt small. I felt like I was being watched by a higher being. I had to outrun his glare. I couldnt have him take away my sight again. I had been bad by running away from my friend, who I believed to be working with this being, and did not want to be punished. Must. Keep. Running.
I found myself running through a parking lot, when I realized I had one flipflop on. I kicked it off, thinking this would give me better speed. I saw a crane in the distance. I wanted to run towards it. It could help me. I was the only one in the world at this point. No one else existed. I started sprinting for it, then stopped. I think my running phase had worn off. I didnt know where the fuck I was. Scared, I started running back in what I thought was the same direction I came from. I ended up sitting under a tree in someones yard, mumbling to myself about how this wasnt real. None of this was real. How could I get back to normal? Was I stuck in this state forever? When would I see people again, or was I really the only person on earth?
I decided to force myself back towards my friends house. If this WAS just a dream, I could probably find my body back at his house and climb back in to myself, to wake from this dream. I starting freaking myself out on the way back. What if I was still in my friends room and was just hallucinating I was outside? Was I really just sprinting around his room, breaking things? Was I hurting myself? Was I hurting my friend? Would I be one of those people that kills someone and doesnt even realize it?
I was almost crying out of fear. I HAD to get back. I got lost in what I thought was a forest, but was really just a couple trees in a backyard. I made it back to my friends basement. I wasnt sure if I wanted to see him. He had stolen my sight earlier. I made it down to the basement, sweating, breathing hard, and feet torn up from running barefoot over rocks and hot asphalt.
I sat down on the futon and told my friend about my run. It had been around 5 minutes since I first smoked. We went and found my other shoe, then came back inside. I was still hesitant to believe anything was real for another hour or so while the aftereffects were wearing off, but I was getting a better grip on reality.
What. A. Trip.
Im still processing a lot of what was going on, but I have never heard of anyone just sprinting all over the place while peaking on salvia. Long post, I know, but I just wanted to get most of it down in writing.
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I once smoked 20x in a large grassy field after consuming a large amount of alcohol (pitchers of beer from Hooters), and it resulted in my chasing a friend of mine at full-speed and tackling him to the ground.
He has about 100 pounds on me and could easily beat the crap out of me, but I took him down, even while he was in panic mode because of my aggressive behavior.
A few minutes later, I pretended I was choking on the bowl we were smoking out of. My friends reached down my throat trying to fish it out, only to discover I was holding it. I started laughing maniacally and threw it across the field.
I don't remember any of this, it was all recounted to me the next day.
This experience, among many others, has given me a healthy respect for Salvia! I delved heavily into Salvia after first discovering it, but I'm reticent about it now. I have some 20x though....Maybe one of these nights....
-------------------- “Strengthened by contemplation and study, I will not fear my passions like a coward. My body I will give to pleasures, to diversions that I’ve dreamed of, to the most daring erotic desires, to the lustful impulses of my blood, without any fear at all, for whenever I will— and I will have the will, strengthened as I’ll be with contemplation and study— at the crucial moments I’ll recover my spirit as was before: ascetic.”
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