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This was my 5th experience with salvia. Each time I learn more. Even though my 3rd time was level 5 and 6, this last trip was very much deeper.
I took a deep bong hit of ~.1g of 10x and held it for as long as I could. For a few seconds (as always), it felt like everything was normal. Next thing I know, I'm in a different reality. I don't recall whether my eyes were open or closed, but I was immersed in another existence. The scene wasn't very vivid--it was mostly black, with a whitish stripe near the top.
There was a presence (which I took to be female) speaking to me. The language was most certainly not English, nor am I sure it was even vocalizable. It's impossible to translate what she said, but the best I can do is "you need to understand and explain (to my sitter, to others) that this is the deepest (drug) experience there is." In particular, "drug" is a poor translation of the communication, but it's as close as I can get.
I then started coming a bit out of it, noticing my sitter sitting across from me. He is more of an acquaintance than a friend, and so my thoughts were that he was here for a reason, and there was something I was supposed to be doing. In essence, I felt unable or somehow wrong being in this profound state with him around. It wasn't particularly unpleasant, but it produces a mild irritation common to all my experiences.
As I was coming out a bit, I acknowledged mildly to the "presence" that I understood her and would remember and share it. She wasn't satisfied, and so pulled me back in, making me repeat it and promise that I would (remember/share this knowledge). I promised, and she let me go.
At this point, I was back pretty much completely. My sitter explained I had been gone for only a minute, which I couldn't believe.
(My sitter took a very large double hit next. I won't write out his entire trip report, but basically: he thought he was the sun, and that my chair was the country side, and they were spinning on a pinwheel. He got up and did some strange things (examining objects) and babbled a lot, and then remembered none of his actions later. Remember kiddies, use a sitter!)
I'm not sure what to make of the experience. I don't know that I learned anything from it, and it wasn't particularly pleasant (or unpleasant). I don't know if my impression of a female presence was engendered by having read other trip reports that mention this (although presumably that is the case). Overall, hard to peg it as more than a flight of fancy on a Saturday afternoon.
It is beyond drug. You are right. It is the conglameration of everything you have ever known and then realizing that all you have ever known is just a variation on a single thing, nothing is different everything is the same. Liberating and terrifying in the same time.
-------------------- No ONE wants to know the ultimate TRUTH, as soon as YOU find IT out, YOU want to forget IT.