Hey everyone, this is my first post though ive read through many pages of info on this site. Actually the reason why I signed up was to share this trip with you guys, since the info I got here was so helpful an allowed me to completely harness and love my first two shroom trips of an eighth and change. So first off thank you. Now I wanna just jump into this story. I apologize in advance for the size. If you don’t feel like reading it just be very weary of salvia extract, it is not a bs drug no matter how much other stuff you do.
Me and my best friends went to a headshop and bought some high potency salvia extract. I have never done it before, though they had all done it several times. We went to my friend matts house and sat in a room that was being finished, so all the walls were gone and the beach was right there, very cool.
We had all been drinking and smoking weed, then they packed a full bowl of salvia extract in this bong. Everyone including myself were convinced I would be fine due to the fact I handled heavy shroom trips so well, among many other weird things ive done. So, they gave me the bong first. I took a extremely large and thick hit, they said it was a yellow smoke hit?, and held it in.
From here out the order of the events are somewhat hard to remember, but they are still very vivid, yet abstract. I will do my best, btw this is not fabricated or exaggerated, and I have left out stuff I am not sure about
I was holding it in, and it seem like 30-45 sec then I noticed the hit was stuck in my lungs. I started blowing to try to exhale. It seemed as if all my friends had noticed it got stuck, and we didn’t know what to do. So they calmed me, sat me down, I felt fine. At this point I had no idea I had smoked salvia.
I noticed everyone was looking at me, then matt, sitting directly across from me, said they had to tell me something, but not to freak out. They told me there was nothing I could do about it. They all stood up, staring at me wide eyed and matt goes, reach into your right pocket and show me your lighter. I stood up, couldn’t move my arm. They all kinda smirked. Then he said, try your other pocket. I reach down, and at about a little above my waist I feel the ground, and looking down, im buried up to my waist.
Everyone still assuring me im ok and it doesn’t matter bc I have no control. Mat then tells me to pick my nose, and as I touch my nose my finger gets sucked up my nostril, then my arm up to the elbow. As this is going on I feel myself sucked out of my body, like my soul going backwards like a thousand miles per hour, then up to something like another string, if you dabble in string theory.
There, I confronted by tall white figures who express to me that my life as I knew it was completely over, it wasn’t real, and was a period of conscious in a series of many others. I slowly start tipping over and I start a new period of consciousness. This is where it gets weird, and what bothers me to this day. I live a normal life. I just chill out, forget about the trip, wtvr. I continue my job, going with my girl, everything. One day I am in a lab with matt, (I am an engineer, so labs are usual places to work). Matt goes, “bro, its not over” He hands me an object, and it starts consuming my arm. I turn to the wall behind me, and the wall starts consuming me in piece by piece. Then the trip starts over, I am sucked out. I have about 15-20 of these periods of consciousness. All very different
One, I am sitting in a deserts playing cards, I get hit by a bus. End. Trip restarts Another, live normally again for a long period of time, I am chillin on my girls bed, she tells me its never going to end, bc it is real. End. Trip restarts And many more
After each one I am falling more an more in the upper string place, and I am convinced my reality and existence will be over, but I want it, bc I don’t want to experience this anymore.
At some point, I can see all the periods of consciousness like levels in a chopped in half building. One of which is me sitting at the table. I seem to move in and out of a bunch, just random situations, then move into the one where im back at the table and stay there.
That’s the real end of the salvias effects. But I had absolutely no way of knowing that. Im sitting there with my friends, just waiting the rest of the night for them to tell me something weird, and me be sucked out again. I know that it was a trip, but there is a small part of me that waiting for it. Its been almost a month.
My friends told me I was rampaging, trying to flip the table, falling on my face multiple times on the concrete, and once out of the room, which is raised, and into a garbage pale. I was tripping supposedly 5-7 min. They weren’t in state to help me since they supposedly were all taking hits after me trying to convince me it was ok.
This experience has seriously messed with my head, I have memories that never happened, and I get paranoia. Very recently I have been feeling more comfortable, and am able to talk about it. I still haven’t told more than a handful of people. I have had one flashback when I was really high off weed.
So I am left with one question. HOW THE F**** IS THIS LEGAL!!
thanx for listening and tell me your thoughts, and please dont let this happen to you
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